Lithuania:

Familiar large hands knotted themselves in my hair and pulled me down onto him, his body warm and hard beneath me. I could feel his hipbones press painfully into mine, and it was apparent that he had lost weight, worrying as he has been. None of that mattered though. I didn't care who he wanted to be with or when, so long as he does this to me.

His teeth bit harshly into my shoulder as he slipped off the torn remains of my shirt. I could feel the sickening give of my skin to his teeth and the burning of blood escaping the wound. He licked it, his tongue lapping at it curiously, enjoying the taste and sensation, rather than comforting me. He has never been kind to me, quite the opposite. But if he had been kind to me, I wouldn't be here beneath him, subjecting myself to his unnecessary roughness. His teeth, his bruises, his scratches and scars… that's why I'm here, begging for his attention.

Russia:

Everyone knows how I have abused Toris, but nobody knows how he drives me to do it. He begs me to hurt him with his pathetic wide eyes. He wants the violence and insanity I harbor, and his attentions have nothing to do with me. I'll never ask why he wants me like this, but when he pleads me to be rough with him-I can only let the darkness free. It is this darkness now tearing apart his skin with my teeth, leaving bruises and swelling red bites. I'm somewhere lost along the way. He uses me like this, plays at the weaknesses inside of me to achieve whatever he gets from this torture. I can feel my hands, wrapping around his throat to leave the long thin bruises of my fingers, but inside, I feel nothing.

Russia lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his hair and clothing unkempt. It wasn't the water damage or the peeling stucco which entertained his thoughts, however. Russia's mind was relatively blank, his thoughts vague and unfeeling as Lithuania carefully slipped on his clothes. His white undershirt was clean and unstained until he pulled it back over his shoulders. The blood soaked in quickly and he felt his muscles tighten, relaxing to the new pain. He carefully slid his collared shirt back over his shoulders, careful not to slide it across his raw skin. His shoes were toed on and tied slowly in the silence of the room-neither of the men had said a word. The shoe took a tentative step toward the door before stopping. Without turning around, Lithuania addressed the other man.

"Russia…" he started, quiet and uncertain.

"Are you listening, Russia?" Russia blinked noncommittally in response. "He… He's too good for you." Lithuania had the Russian's attention and the bed creaked loudly signifying to the other man that Russia had sat up and turned to face him. He flinched, but refused to move from his spot, back still facing the other man. "Y-You… You don't d-deserve him." Russia stood and walked toward the offending man, breathing heavily down upon his shoulders.

"And why's that, Toris?" He asked quietly, his voice wavering softly.

"He'll never accept the things you've done… how twisted you are. People like us…" Lithuania fell silent, his eyes watching his feet for a moment before he could compose himself to finish. "Broken people like us…we never get the girl." He laughed pityingly to himself.

"You're wrong, Lithuania. This time, you're wrong. "

Lithuania shrugged his shoulders in response, opening the door to leave. Russia reached around into his pants pocket, grabbing the room key from it. Lithuania turned to face him, eyes wide with confusion.

"Find somewhere else to stay. I don't want to see your face for a while."

His heart twisted with the rejection but he just laughed again. "If that's what you want. Maybe I'll even stay somewhere decent," he stepped out, slamming the door behind him. He walked down the hall, heart heavy with emotion, to the only place he knew he could stay without contacting his nation for clearance.

UGHHH THIS CHAPTER! I FRIGGIN' SWEAR IT'LL BE THE DEATH OF ME! I've rewritten this bad boy about three times now and I'm still not sure if I like it. Tell me what you guys think. If you absolutely hate it I might try posting another version of it instead.