Author's Note:First of all I offer my deepest apologies to the people that I promised that this would be published last week. But with basketball, a wedding, and my lack of own personal faith I postponed its publishing. So I hope you enjoy reading this have fun.
Raivis looked out of his window sighing, it had been snowing hard for the past week, and he wouldn't be surprised if a white out came. Not only that but Peter had been sick for the last two. He looked about his room it was so desolate and isolated. The only colors that existed were whites and the splash of gray here and there. It felt so sterile even if had been a room of sin so many times. Raivis looked down to the small locket that had recently been given to him. Gently he unclasped its hinges to display the picture which lay inside it. There in front of his eyes was now a picture of Peter and himself. The young micro-nation gripping him in an affectionate hug and smiling brightly. While he himself was shown trying to pull off a smile but only managing a meek twitching of his lips while holding back the look of a frightened yet trusting animal. A brief smile came to Raivis before he heard footsteps. Heavy and hard he could hear them echoing in a dreadful rhythm. He looked quickly hiding his locket in his drawer beneath the miscellaneous items that littered its interior. This move was made not a moment too soon for in the next the door creaked ominously open. Standing in the doorway was the familiar, tall, Russian man. He smiled in a manner that could have been called sweet. Yet if you looked closer there was something sickening and almost inhuman about it. Stepping forward the large man closed the door behind him with a click.
"Raivis you are ready for your lessons today, da?"
After Ivan had left Raivis lay face down on his back. Where on his unclothed back lay many new crimson marks. Much more fresh than the ones that had already scabbed over or scarred. Others which had almost healed had been mercilessly ripped open again. Bringing a hand to his back he ran a delicate finger over one of the new marks near his lower torso, flinching slightly as he did so. The boy felt so sore, so pained, so tired. It was times like these that he came to rely on an old friend. One whom was ironically given to him by Ivan himself. Dropping his hand down to below his bed his fingers came into contact with that slim cool neck that he knew so well. His fingers immediately tightened around it as he brought it up to his mouth. Pressing his lips to the small glass opening he tilted his head back and drank deeply from it. He really didn't care if the liquid was supposed to be drank in shots. He was beyond caring about such trivial things. All he wished now was to escape to his familiar drunken high a refuge from his painful world.
Sunlight shown through the window for the first time in a week. It was a dim and gray light, muted by the gray clouds of winter around it. Raivis squinted as he awoke his eyes dilating and refocusing themselves. He moaned as he felt the affects of a hangover kicking in. However it was just a small price he had to pay to escape from his life if even just for a few hours. Truthfully the amounts of alcohol he had ingested would have probably killed a normal human. What bottle had he stopped at before unconsciousness gripped him the second... or maybe it was the fourth? Did it matter he was still alive no matter how greatly he wished to escape. Then again the amounts of damage that had been done to his body should have done him in long ago. But then again that was the damned law of the countries'. As long as none of their vital organs were harmed they would continue to live. No matter how much blood they lost, no matter how much their lungs screamed for air, no matter how much pain they felt their bodies still persisted. Hell it didn't even matter if they no longer wished to live they simply had to. There was one way to escape but no country had tried the method in years. The last time it was attempted China was still but a mere babe and had little recollection of the event. All the others knew was that the Asian country would immediately clam up about the event and gain a forlorn look in his eyes.
Wordlessly he let the bottle in his hand drop to the ground. The sound of glass striking the marble floor could be heart reverberating against the bare walls. However the glass did not shatter but instead began to roll around. In an ungainly fashion he put his feet onto the wobbled and it took another moment before they were stable. Slowly he made his way to the window. Unlatching it he opened it wide. Breathing in the crisp clean air. He closed his eyes listening to the wind rustling through the trees until the peacefulness was ruined by a pained screech rang through the air. It the next instant a small yellow object plummeted down from the sky. The gold was stained by a bloody crimson. Reaching out carefully Raivis picked up the small object that had just fallen. He gasped it was a small bird. Gently he cupped it in his hands and cradled the small animal to his chest. The bird's wing was badly injured it's wing hanging limply at its side where a wound was present. For some reason keeping the wounded bird to his chest brought out a feeling of kinship to Raivis. For had he not himself been wounded in such the same way by Ivan?
As the days passed Raivis continued to care for the bird nursing it back to health. And as if in some way of payment the small creature would sing its sweet song for him. Even after the bird's body had completely healed i had refused to leave. Though this was not something that Raivis would complain about. For he was finally able to find happiness in his home. Though it was nothing in comparison to what it felt like when he was in his true home. But still it was the refuge that he needed and he cherished it.
However one day his sanctuary was crushed and the coming of it had been in the form of a beige scarf.
"Raivis you are there, da?" came the all too cheerful voice of Ivan. "come you know you cannot hide." his voice suddenly changed becoming menacing.
The young boy was quivering on his bed clutching his small friend. No matter how many times the Russian had come to "teach" him it never any easier. He heard his door once again creek open and started to shake even more as if in some way trying to will the evil force away. But it was all to no avail Ivan still came in in his hands were a whip and a dagger. Finally he came to sit next to Raivis.
"Let Ivan see your back." he said in a voice that could almost be mistaken as sweet. When Raivis did not make any form of responce Ivan continued. "Come how are to learn?" bringing up the dagger and slashing the back of Raivis' shirt open as well as parts of his flesh. "If you do not listen to your teacher." the man finished licking off the blood that stained the blade.
"Not in the mood for speaking? Then maybe this will loosen your lips." With that the man cruelly brought his whip down harshly onto Raivis' back. The boy withheld the scream which was gathering in the back of his throat. It hurt to hold it back, but he knew it would be that much worse to give the Russian man what he wanted to hear. The Russian continued to torture the Latvian in his own cruel form of torment, switching from whip to dagger. After he was done Russia brought a gloved fingertip almost lovingly over the deep gashes he had left. Raivis winced as he felt the man's touch. Intently Russian examined each mark he had left as an artist would examine their latest drawing. However, his attention was soon caught by a small peeping noise, and his hands began to gravitate towards the sound. Somehow the Latvian found the energy to beat him to it, grabbing his bird and holding it protectively to his chest.
"Hm Raivis has a new friend, let Ivan see."
Raivis was torn on what to do, if he handed the bird over to Ivan it would probably be dead within the hour. But if he didn't who knew what could happen. While Latvia was contemplating on what to do the bird seemed to sense its master's unease and began to chirp a soothing tune. The affect it had though was just the opposite. The boy's mind was thrown into tumult upon the sound reaching his ears. How dare happiness be thought of when he was still locked in his world of pain. It was incomprehensible to him, his head began to reel in confusion, while his fingers seemed to gain a life of their own. Squeezing around the delicate neck of the creature they held, twisting and crushing it until the body fell limp.
"Very good, you're becoming just like me now-"
Hearing those words were the breaking point for Raivis. "Shut up I'll never be like you!" he cried out flinging down the bird's corpse and grabbing the dagger that Ivan had put aside. Maybe it was the pain driving him on. Perhaps he had ceased to care anymore. Whatever the reason was all he knew was that after all was said and done, after the adrenaline had drained from his veins, there Ivan sat his eyes locked onto the knife that was embedded in his gut. With a smile far more crazed and inhuman than any other he had worn before and let out a simple chuckle.
"Ehe looks like my work is done... you're broken just like me." Wincing slightly the Russian drove the knife in a bit deeper. Still his smile lay on his lips but his eyes held a far more complex feeling to them. Gingerly he took the blade and brought it slicing through himself. Out came the Russian's innards spilling out accompanied by a flow of crimson waves. With that the mighty country of Russia, fell forward, dead.
Raivis trembled harder harder than he ever had before. He had just witnessed death before his very eyes, experienced it by his own hand. His head reeled and the room seemed to spin in circles around him. He felt sick to his stomach and fought to keep back the bile that was gathering in the back of his throat. Now he was enveloped in a feeling far worse than any other he had ever felt before. The emotion that had been in Ivan's eyes before he had died... what had it been? A sick feeling of triumph at finally breaking him down after all these years? No it had been far more human than that. Was it possible the crazed and feared country had been asking for forgiveness? Had he been asking for redemption before he died? Was suicide his way out of the hectic life of a country or all the pain and confusion that had built up in his long life?
Had his sick games that he had played with Raivis been nothing more than the feelings of an angry child beating his toys' against a wall of the same pain he had felt? But then he had gone too far and shattered his doll against the woes and anguish of his soul. When he had seen the porcelain skin break had sanity regained its control over him? Whatever the answer was it didn't seem to matter that much anymore. Raivis was stranded in the sea of insanity which had previously held Ivan in its grip. The boy understood now how tough it could be to fight the waves of this sea. They continued to beat mercilessly upon a person until they wished only to bring such pain to others around them.
Now the child was left fearing his very hands, imagining what terrible thing that they would do next. His life was becoming far too complex and painful and he needed relief from it. However he feared that not even the strong bite of alcohol could save him anymore. All he wanted now was to sleep, to be free forever... to finally find peace. Then the tears came flooding out of purple eyes. Translucent streams came flooding down over rosy colored plains bit still the small of crevice of the boy's mouth was formed into a grin. Raivis was unsure of what happened next. Only that when he regained his senses Ivan's body was gone. Not only that but not a trace of blood was to be seen anywhere in the room either. His eyes began to flit around the room, that's when he felt it... a feeling of a substance cool and almost dry. Raising his hand up to his mouth he felt a slightly sticky substance. Bringing his hand down his eyes widened in shock at what he saw. There spread on his hand was a drying liquid that could only be identified as blood. Looking to the other he saw already long dried blood adorning it. Gasping at the sight the Latvian rushed to find some sort of reflective surface.
Upon finding one there was his reflection glaring back at him. Eyes streaked with the red of insanity... and a mouth painted with the vibrant laquer of blood.
Author's Note:Also I felt like this fic was very rushed and I could have done better, so sorry once again for being so lazy. I just don't have the heart in me to scrap it and restart. For the people out there who like RusLat I hope you liked those suggestive scenes, and for those who don't I swear I don't realize it was that implicating until I reread it. Lot's of apologizing in this A/N so let me add to it... sorry for not really checking the grammar in it. Oh yes and if anyone is wondering yes Latvia did eat Russia's body... or at least the blood don't ask me why I just wanted Russia to get punished for hurting Latvia. I might write an epilogue from Sealand's pov. but I personally feel my writing skills have been waning as of late.
