"It's… not fair… you should let him be."
Germany frowned. "It is a war. It's not like you can do anything. You signed into it. You have no choice anyway."
Russia was busy trussing Lithuania's limbs up. Toris thrashed.
And every flailing appendage was duly caught and restrained until Lithuania was tied into an awkward position.
Russia drew a dagger from a drawer. Germany pulled a gun from his pocket.
Lithuania groaned.
He was still covered in blood. Feliks' blood had caked on his skin, clothes, and hair. Judging by the copious red blotches on his coat, he had carried him, Poland, or both. He craned his head to look at Germany.
The prick Germany was, he probably would've changed his clothes by then if he got so much as water on his front, but the lack of any crimson on his hair told him it was likely Russia who had taken care of him.
"You've finally come to, da? You've been asleep for many days."
Russia kissed his forehead nicely and Lithuania bit his scarf.
"Germany wanted to annex you while you were out of it, but I think you'd like to get better," he said perkily, disconnecting Lithuania's teeth from the fabric of his scarf. "You are so insignificant that it wouldn't do to do something quite so unkind."
Lithuania kept a careful eye on Russia's switchblade. He didn't trust Russia not to use violence as a teaching method. Of course, he was more inclined to rape… No, don't think about that.
"Toris, please remember within this all that we love you, and because we love you so much we have to show you how you must act in an alliance. Da?"
"Nie."
Lithuania spoke Polish purely to annoy the men.
It worked.
It also won him a sizable nick on the jaw.
Russia leered at him, almost smug, almost happy.
"In an alliance, you do as you are told."
Germany took Russia's blade and grazed Lithuania's arm.
"You failed to do so."
"You do not intervene unless told to do so."
Germany broke skin this time, and Lithuania visibly winced. He could feel the little bit of blood sliding down his arm. He didn't like it.
"A warrior does not cry. You did."
The knife came dangerously close to his eye, just missing his eyelid.
Russia blinked as Lithuania recoiled. Then he smiled.
Lithuania hated it when he smiled.