Black Dahlia

Murmurs went throughout the room. Many being 'Oh my god' and 'who did it?' None of these questions could be answered. The only thing they had helping the situation was that Poland thought Russia did it. It probably was true. Russia loved the nation, just in a creepy, sadistic way.

"Everyone, shut up!" someone screamed from the back of the room. Everyone looked back towards the door.

"Poland, your here!"

"Yeah, yeah. Did you tell them the news?"

"England was the one to tell us." Germany said.

"Thank you. England, what are we doing?"

"We were just speaking to one another, talking about Lithuania."

"No, what are we going to do about Liet?" Poland snapped.

Some nations gasped. Others stared. They weren't used to seeing Poland this distraught. Not even during wars. He looked horrible. He looked like he had been crying the whole ride to Lithuania. He cared a lot about Lithuania. He hated this for happening.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Poland. I would be the same way if it happened to Artie here." America said, pointing to England.

Poland laughed. "So, what's the game plan?"

"We're planning on launching teams of countries to investigate."

"Okay, are the teams established?"

"Not yet. We can do that now, if you want."

"Please."

"Okay. Japan, I want you to be with Germany and Italy. You are the Axis Powers. You'll be our search team. Poland, have you called Lithuania recently?"

"Yes. That's how I know he's been kidnapped. He called me saying that he needed help." Poland looked down. A single tear dropped onto the wood table.

Everyone fell silent.

"Don't worry, Poland." Japan said, smiling at the nation. "I'm sure Lithuania's fine."

"Dude, you should go get some sleep. The situation's not going to get better with you staying up, worrying. I'll go up to the desk with you." America said, a lot of the other nations agreeing with him.

Poland nodded silently. He followed America to the desk. America bought him a room and gave him the key. "Give me your phone. I need it to trace the call you made to figure out where Lithuania's location is."

Poland handed him the phone. He turned around and pressed the up button on the elevator. When it dinged, America stopped him. " We will find him Poland. Don't lose faith."

Poland nodded, walking into the elevator. "Thank you, America." Poland said as the doors closed. America saluted and walked back to the conference room.

The door dinged shortly after Poland got on. He walked into the hall, looking for his room number. He quickly found it. He walked in, finding the bed. He striped down into nothing and laid down, thinking of what could be happening to Lithuania right now. Nothing is what he wanted to think, but he knows that's not the case. A lot of things could be happening.

"God, Liet, I hope you're okay." he sobbed into the pillow.

Lithuania wasn't okay, as Poland had wished. The bleeding hadn't stopped in his back, he was freezing, he didn't know when Russia would be back, he was scared. He heard steps on the floor. Lithuania pushed the phone under the pillow his head was on, it was his only chance of being saved. He couldn't have his only chance taken away.

"Lithuania, I'm back~" the Russian said in a singsong voice as he came into the room.

Lithuania didn't say anything. Russia sighed. "The silent treatment. I hate that. Speak to me, Toris."

"Russia.. Why are you doing this?"

Russia walked over to him. "What did I tell you about questioning me?" he spat.

"That you would hurt me."

"Yes, I will. I've come to clean you up. I can't have you moan my name in ecstasy if you're dead, now can I?"

"No, you can't."

"Good. Turn over."

Lithuania did what the man said. It was the only way out of here.

Russia climbed on top of him. He got gauze to make the cuts stop bleeding. He laughed when Lithuania screamed when he touched one. It made Russia want him more. "I remember when I do would do this. You only made me want you so much more. Your fear is what got me so.. hot." The Russian licked him lips. "You look beautiful." Russia wrapped the gauze around the smaller nations torso and turned him back over. "I want to fuck you. Now." Russia said, grinding his hips on Lithuania.

"...As you wish, Russia."

"Don't call me Russia, Toris. Call me Ivan. Like you used to."

"...Okay, Ivan."

The Russian laughed as he took his clothing off. Lithuania couldn't look at the man without throwing up. He could only imagine Poland, his love, in his mind.

"Toris, why won't you look at me?"

"I'll look at you Rus- I mean, Ivan."

"Then do it."

Lithuania turned his head towards the Russian. He took in all of him, trying his hardest not to get sick.

"Good." Russia got on top of the smaller nation. "Are you ready, Toris?"

Lithuania thought for a moment. All he need to do was think it was Poland doing this to him. Not this evil person. "...Yes."

Russia smiled. He looked at the fear on Lithuania's face. He took his length and guided it towards Lithuania's opening. He inserted it. Russia moaned once it was fully sheathed. Lithuania gasped. He kept picturing Poland in his mind. He pictured what their marriage would be like. He pictured how the world would be when Russia was dead. He pictured everything that made him happy.

"Damn."

Russia broke Lithuania's thoughts.

"What's wrong, Ivan?"

"Nothing's wrong. Toris. I've just never felt this kind of ecstasy from someone before. Even when we were dating."

Russia thrust out of Lithuania and back in quickly. He kept doing this until he started some type of rhythm. Lithuania kept Poland's image in his mind. He was mouthing 'Feliks' over and over. Russia kept moaning Lithuania's name. The thrusts got faster and hit deeper points in Lithuania's body. He could feel himself getting closer with every thrust. Heat began pooling into his lower regions again. He finished with Russia. "Toris." Russia's body flush against Lithuania's. "Feliks..." Lithuania tried to say Russia's name, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Russia growled. He hit Lithuania with as much force he could. "It's always him! It's always about him! He doesn't love you! I DO!" Every sentence ended with a hard blow to Lithuania's body. "I-Ivan. I'm sorry.."

"No, you aren't! I'm the one who loves you! Get that into your head!"

Lithuania just stared. "You need to get that through your head. Say that you love me. Now."

"...I love you." Lithuania whispered.

"You do? Then show me how much you love me."

"H-How?"

"By saying my name when you finish. I won't let you leave until you do."

Russia got up from the bed. He threw his clothes back on. "I'll be back, Toris."

Lithuania stared at the ceiling.

'...I'm never getting out of here...'