Warning: Pedophilic Lithuania! Smut!
Lithuania's P.O.V
"My god that Minka girl is a wonder! She's beautiful, she's smart, she's modest, she's thoughtful, she's sweet, she might as well have a pair of wings and a halo. Of course i'm not going to go tell Russia any of this, but I wonder what would happen if I told her how I felt about her. Nope that's just too risky on my part." I think all of this while I dust the large study. As if reading my mind Minka picked that moment to walk into the room.
"Hello Mr. Laurinaitis," she said with a polite bow of her head. "Mrs. Braginski, what are you doing up so early," I said with genuine concern. She cocked her head to the side with a confused look on her pretty face, "Early? It's six o'clock correct?" I looked at the wristwatch I was given to ensure perfect puncuality, it was six o'clock sharp. Then I looked up at the pale goddess in front of me and nodded in assent. "Then what do you mean early," She said quizzically. I smiled at her it showed that she was rasied by Germany, "Well aside from the baltics and myself nobody's ever up at this time and your fathers not due for two hours." She looks surprised at this, "He wakes up that late," then her beautiful violet hold a barely dectactable sadness to them, "Must be nice." I walk over to her and pat her back in an attempt to comfort her, "You know you don't have to up quite so early. You can sleep for awhile longer if you would like to. Besides you been traveling for a long time and i'm sure your exhausted." Truthfully she did look rather drained but even that state she looked precious with those fuzzy white pj's on. She looks at me and nods, "Now that you say it I am kinda tired, but do come and wake me when отец awakens." Then she does the graceful turn of a ballerina and walks out of the room, leaving me to the company of my own thoughts which seem to be more corrupt and utterly inappropriate by the minute.
Last night I had a dream that I walked into her bathroom simply to replace the towels and he accidently walked in on her while she was showering. Instead of apologizing profusely as would have happened in real life he boldy walked further into the room. The girl looked at him eyes filled shock and something else which he couldn't quite name. She was the first to speak, "Mr. Laurinaitis, w-what are you doing in here?" In his dream he looked at her through narrowed eyes, "Now listen here, bitch. I ask the questions around here, and by the way it sounds you need to be taught your place," He said in a strong voice that didn't quiver. She looked shocked about the manner he spoke to her and he felt bad about that but a much stronger emotion quickly drowned that guilt out. A bulge that had previously formed in his pants swelled. She swallowed and her lilac eyes turned from shock to pure, unmistakeable fear. That fear made her even more desireable to me. I step so close to her that I have to crane my neck to look down at her. She looks up at me with fearful expectation in the amethyst pools. A cocksure grin covered my face and I lean closer to whisper in her ear, "Your probably wondering what i'm going to do to you, am I correct?" She nodded her head in a rather uncertain manner, "Well princess the answer is quite simple, i'm going to do everything to you." I pulled the girl out of the bathtub in a display of strength that was unbelieveable considering it was ME! I easily carried the still-dripping girl into the bedroom that Estonia and I had so painstakingly made up I placed her on the bed gently, for being brutal wouldn't be as much of a turn on as being gentle would and more unlike your typical rapist he actually wanted her to come, he was excited at the idea of being the first to make Russia's precious daughter have an orgasm. I stared at her for a moment longer before stripping out of my uncomfortably tight pants and every other article of clothing. When I was naked I climbed on top of her under the warm blankets. She was as stiff as a board and who wants to make love to a board? I bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips, she relaxed abit...but not enough. So I moved my hands down to her large, impressive breasts. As I kneeded and molded them she moaned and gasped with shaky indraws of breath. I grinned from ear-to-ear, her moans sounded like a song to him. He lowered his face so that he could taste her sweetness. As he liked, sucked,and nibbled at her young flesh her moans turned to practically shreaks and her legs stared to shake she gave out an ear-pericing shrieck as she she proclaimed, "Tor-"
I awoke with the worst case of morning wood imaginable. Toris jr. was doing a full salute and pitching a tent in my pants all at the same time. It was 5 sharp and that ment it was time to awaken Estonia and Latvia and start with their morning chores. This morning Russia was sitting at the dining room table when I came in to start making breakfast. "Pryvet, Mr. Russia did you sleep well," I asked merely out of politness but he answered me anyway. "I've never had sweeter dreams," He said with a dreamy voice. I really didn't know what to say to that but I knew if I didn't answer it would be rude, "That's nice to hear, Mr. Russia. If you don't mind me asking, what did you dream about?" He smiled and said, "You remember that family that I dreamt about that one night?" I knodded, thinking back to the tragic story of the broken family. "Well I suppose you could call it a sweet variation of that dream. The family never broke apart and Minka grew up to be a successful, beautiful, and powerful country; a daughter that really makes a man proud to be a father." He finished his story off with a bittersweet smile, "I know all parents say this to un-planned babies but she was the best mistake I ever made." I had nothing to say to that, honestly! Can you blame me? This was Russia here, Russia! The coldest inhabited country in the world and cruelest man alive, yet he was talking to me as if there was a soul under that big coat of his. Thankfully Minka walked in just as I was about to answer him. I bowed to her and said, "Well I'll be off making breakfast now. Anything in particular I am to serve?" Russia just smiled at his daughter and responded, "I believe Minka was raised off of german food so I suppose a german style breakfast would be appropriate." She went wide-eyed at his suggestion and stammered, "W-Well not if it would be of an inconvience to you Mr. Laurinaitis." I smiled, she was sooo sweet! "No, of course not!" I say genuinly. "Is there something in particular you would like," I say. She looked up thoughtfully, "Oh, no! I hate to be treated like I can't do for myself as is. I'd really hate to be any further burden." Man if only Russia was so polite, or even alittle more thoughtful like her, working here would be a pleasure. "It really isn't a problem you know." Russia picked up Minka and replied for her, "Make sausages, bacons, eggs, bread, butter, jam, steak, orange juice, milk, and warmed up beer." Minka smiled at what seemed to be a secret joke. I figured it wiser to mind my own business and walked away to start preparing the food.
A/N:
Sorry i've been so inactive. I was really blocked lately.