Bloody Sunday

"Perhaps we should stop this, sir?"

"Perhaps you do not know what you are talking about?"

"Perhaps I do."

"Sometimes, I find it rather hard to believe your words, Braginski. You are dismissed."

And with that, the tall blonde walked from the man's office, his brunette companion waiting for him just on the other side of the door. From the look in those purple eyes, it was obvious that things had not gone well.

"What happened, Ivan?" He whispered, trying to keep his voice low, so that the people around them could not hear what he was saying.

"I think you already know what happened, da? Perhaps it is for the best….Will you join me tomorrow, Lithuania? Down with my men?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, the smile that occasionally graced his lips there. Comforting and kind….. Something that the Russian himself was not good at conveying through his actions. He was clumsy, not caring if someone got hurt, or if his words had hurt someone's feelings…. But that came from the centuries of being alone in this desolate land, nothing but snow, cold, and trees around him.

"I can't do that. You know I can't……The protest tomorrow. You're really going to end it like that?" He asked, his voice choking slightly in his throat, not all the words coming through quite right. The soft nod from the bigger man was almost too much for him to bear. "You can't do that, Ivan! You cannot subject your people to something like that!!" He cried out, when they had finally made it far enough down the hall not to be overheard by the ears that the Lithuania didn't want hearing, namely Nikolay. "How is that supposed to win their faith back with the Tzar? If he allows innocents to be murdered, then people are just going to see him as a murderer! Nothing more!"

"I know that……But I also know that there is nothing that I can do. Gapon should not have told so many people….then perhaps they wouldn't have leaked it to a drunk solder, who informed the higher up's. It is completely in their hands, Toris….Not my own. I…I will just do as I am told, da?" He asked, his hand reaching out as he led the boy into his own study, a small room lined with books and journals, and anything else that he might have found interesting that he had collected over the years. "Perhaps something will happen, and I will not have to lead my troops, da?"

Toris moved away from him, moving to sit down on the cold leather couch to be found on the opposite side of the room from Ivan's desk. Ivan let a sigh escape his lips, as he moved to sit behind his desk, pulling out a small book from one of the drawers. It was just a small, insignificant leather-bound book, full of blank pages. Dating the latest one January 08, 1905, he began to write.

Nikolay was being ridiculous today. Again. He would not concede to the idea of not fighting them, of not killing off my people. MY PEOPLE. He cannot seem to comprehend the idea that they are not his people. He is just one ruler of many, and I am starting to believe that he is worthy of his nickname, "Nikolay the Bloody". Perhaps….It might be a good idea to listen to Toris? But he had led me down the wrong path before too…..And it would make more sense to lay my faith in my leader, and not my subordinate. After all, I can still feel Toris trying to pull away from me. He does not like it here….He does not like me. Is it bad of me to think like this of him? I……I don't want him to leave me, after all….And there seems to be a good chance of him doing such a thing tomorrow.

"Ivan….Are you all right?" The voice called from across the room, the concern thick in his voice. "You're….crying. Is this about tomorrow?"

I don't know what he's talking about! I'm not crying…I would never cry. Just because I must spill the blood of innocent people tomorrow. My innocent people, and I am supposed to lead my men and do it without regret. After all, according to Nikolay, they are the enemy. They are the bad ones. I am the good one. I am. I am the strong one. I am the one that was supposed to lead my people to a better life.. And now….All I've lead them to is their death.

He felt the hands on his shoulders now as he sat there, trying to comprehend what exactly was going on. The small hands there….Immediately he snapped the small book shut, turning to look up at the brunette once again. "What are you doing, da?"

"You looked so sad…." He whispered, before withdrawing his hands quickly, one reaching up to scratch the back of his head, as if it had been an accident. "I was just….Kind of…You know…Curious about…Why….Yeah. I'm sorry to have bothered you, генерал." He whispered. Even now, the tears still slipping from the purple eyes, Lithuania could not bring himself to talk coherently to the other. His hands eventually just reached up, wrapping his arms around the other's neck, and pulling him closer, letting the blonde man cry into his shoulder.

Which Ivan accepted. He pulled the boy into a tight hug. Toris had always known just how to comfort him….so perhaps his worry was unfounded. Of course the brunette loved him. Of course the Lithuanian would never leave his side, no matter what he may have done to him in the past. Besides….It had been interesting to watch the other squirm, when the Russian had gotten mad that one time….That poor, poor vodka bottle.

After a moment he pulled up, pressing his cold lips to the other's cheek before pressing them again against the boy's warm lips. It only lasted seconds, but that was more then enough for the Russian…While he was sober. Finally, he stood there, drying his eyes on his sleeves, before sliding the small book back into the desk, and moving to leave the room. "Please come with me, Toris." He whispered, just loud enough for it to carry to the other.

"I'll be there in a minute, генерал.» He called back, watching the Russian as he moved into the hallway, before pulling the small book out, and opening it in front of him, just adding a small note at the bottom.

I'll always be there for you, Ivan…..Please, talk to Nikolay tomorrow, before any of this can happen…I don't want to see any bloodshed .

Hopefully the other would find that, that he would return to his study tonight….But the Lithuania had a sinking suspicion that he knew exactly where the Russian was going to lead him now…Which usually meant that he was not going to have a peaceful night at all. Placing the book back safely in it's hiding place, He looked up once more, his eyes scanning for each and every one of the journals…..Most of them with some of his writing in it. He was always doing that for the Russian, trying to encourage him more, to get him to believe in himself more.

The Russian had led the other back to his bedroom, after many talkative detours, chatting with Latvia and Estonia as well. Lithuania just followed almost sadly behind his hand clutched tight in the Russian's own.

After that, it was like something else came over the bigger man. The soft touches, the way that the Russian muttered soft words into the other's ear….Everything seemed so different from before. Toris wasn't even struggling, as he felt one of his hands get pinned to the bed, the other one resting haphazardly by his side.

Ivan was trying to be good, trying not to cause the other anymore pain…Well, no more then he usually did, at least. Without the….forcefulness. His hands touched everything on the other, his hair, his cheeks, the gentle skin of the other's side as he stripped off the white jacket, tossing it onto one of the chairs residing beside said bed. When he finally pulled back from the other's lips, he worked quickly, nearly popping one of the buttons off of the blue jacket that was still on his shoulders. After he had discarded that, he moved back down to the other's body, touching it in ways that he had never thought possible.

Lithuania arched up slightly, his eyes closing and his mouth opening in a silent moan, as he felt the other's long fingers pinhing at one of the soft pink nubs on his chest, his lips finding a nice spot on the boy's neck, finding the pulse point there and biting at it gently. Maybe this should have been the warning signs to the other….But his mind was far too preoccupied to realize that something was wrong. The Russian wanted to pleasure him….to do sometime nice for him for once.

Ivan wanted to give the other one last present. Someone had told him, as he stood in the hallway outside the door of his study that something bad was going to happen tomorrow….Something was going to happen to him, to them. Something that was going to hurt him, kill him, change him….and he wanted to leave the boy with a good memory of him, just this one time. So he moved slowly, trying to get the other to relax enough to actually enjoy the act with him for once.

Toris arched up again, as van's mouth attacked the sensitive nipple, his hand continuing to work on the other one. He hadn't registered the other hand until now, as it removed the boy's pants, running the cold fingers up and down his length…

It only took minutes for the other boy to cum, right into Ivan's hand.

After that, Toris couldn't remember much…..He only remembered a bit of a stinging pain, as the other entered him, but the pain disappeared quickly, the other rocking in and out of his body smoothly….For once, Toris actually got the idea that he wouldn't have to clean the sheets of his own blood.

Ivan didn't even want to cum in the other…..But the way that Toris's legs tightened around him, he was almost forced to.

Toris woke up hours later, curled up into the warmth of the other, quite happy to be relaxed against the bigger man. It was much easier that way, and he was quite happy to just drift back to sleep.

He woke up the next morning alone.

A/n: I coulda written it all in one sitting, but yeah. Didn't want to.

So this is going to be split into three parts. Look! The cute part is above you The next part…..is not cute. At all.

Fair warning.

Генерал=General

Nikolay=Nicholas, referring to Nicholas the second, the last tzar of Russia.

Also, about the date. Many of you might find that to be wrong or something, but I put it in their actual calendar time, which was different before…..1917, I believe. So yeah. 3