Black Dahlia
Lithuania looked up. It was the person Poland hated. That he hated. "You're so glad to see me, your speechless."
"R-Russia."
"I love it when you say my name, Lithuania. It sounds so pretty coming from your mouth."
Lithuania wanted to say something. He tried. He couldn't. His entire body was paralyzed. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak.
"God, you look so cute. The fear on your face is almost enough drive me over the edge."
Russia climbed on the bed Lithuania was on and hovered over him. Lithuania wanted to tell him to get off, but he couldn't. Every time he tried to speak, it got locked in his throat. He wanted to scream, plead for Russia not to hurt him. Russia looked him in the eye. "Lithuania." Russia kissed him, pulling on his lips until they were bleeding. Lithuania instantly started crying. He never wanted this to happen. Russia kissed the tears off his cheeks. "Lithuania, don't cry. There's no need to cry."
Lies.
Russia turned Lithuania over, his fingers ghosting over the scars that he left. He giggled. He dug his fingernails into Lithuania's back, drawing blood with each stroke. Russia stopped at his pant line. "I want these off. I want to see your perfection."
"...d-don't.." Lithuania pleaded, using all the strength in his body.
"Did I hear you say no?" Russia questioned, holding on to Lithuania's side with force. "You don't reject what I want, Toris."
He let go of Lithuania's side, pleased with the bruise that he left. "I want this to be like when we were together. It needs to be exactly like that."
Lithuania just cried. There was nothing he could do. He was trapped. He couldn't call for anyone. He couldn't ask Russia to stop. It would just result in more pain. He wished Poland could hear him. He would beg for Poland to find him.
"Lithuania, look at me."
Lithuania looked into the amethyst eyes. Those eyes were so innocent, yet evil.
"Good. Now close your eyes."
Lithuania did what he said. He closed his eyes. Russia kissed him again. He kissed along his jaw, his neck, his torso, all the way down to his waist, every one leaving small, red marks. He started undoing the button. Lithuania gasped. This only made Russia smile more. Russia threw the pants of him. He took Lithuania's length in his mouth. Lithuania gasped again. This made Russia suck harder. Lithuania involuntary moaned. Russia let go. "You always liked it when I did this." He licked the head. Lithuania moaned again. Russia knew how to make him tick. "Say my name, Toris." Russia said, taking him in again.
"I-Ivan."
"Again."
Lithuania gasped. "Ivan."
"Scream it. I know you want to."
"I.." Lithuania gasped out. "Iv.." Lithuania felt himself getting closer. Heat began pooling into his lower area. "Iva... Feilks!" he screamed when he came. He gasped. He looked at Russia.
Russia had stopped. He was looking at Lithuania with pure hatred in his eyes. "That wasn't my name, Toris."
"I k-know. I don't know what came ove-"
Russia slapped him. "Shut up."
Lithuania cried out in pain. Russia began talking. "After everything I just did, you can't even say my name. Instead, you say his name. The bastard that stole you away from me. I can't believe you are getting married to him."
"How do you-"
"I said shut up. I have people on the inside. They told me that you want me dead. They even told me that Poland wants to do it himself. He won't be able to. I can't die, Lithuania. But, you can. So can your little lover. For all we know, he could be dead right now."
Lithuania gasped. 'Poland could be dead? My love could be dead? No, he can't be. It's impossible. He can't be...' Lithuania started crying again. Russia kissed the tears rolling down Lithuania's cheeks again.
"He's not dead, Lithuania. Though, if you don't say my name, he could be in the next few days. Understand?"
He nodded. He tried looking into Russia's eyes for some sort of comfort, but they showed was hate and lust. It made Lithuania sick to even know this man. It made me even sicker for letting him do what he wanted to him. He looked away.
"I will get you to say my name, Lithuania. No matter what it takes." Russia got up from the bed. He started walking away. "I'll be back tomorrow, Toris." he said, looking back and smiling.
Russia walked out the door. Lithuania heard his car start and drive away. He could finally relax. He laid there in silence, trying to keep his consciousness.
A few minutes past by, and he heard a buzzing. He looked behind him. His coat was hanging from the post of the bed. His phone was ringing. Russia didn't take it. He reached for it, the chains giving him just enough leeway to grab it. He looked at the caller ID. Poland.
He answered it frantically. "P-Poland."
"Like, yeah. You sound like you've been crying. What's wrong?"
"Help me." he whispered, and fell unconscious.