Heheeey~ I can't believe I actually wrote this whole chapter in one day, with no pauses. I worked hours on it until midnight, BUT I DID IT! :DD
There's mad Russia, that should say enough, da?
So a little warning for violence and stuff I guess. Virtual pain! XD
I hope that I wrote this a bit good since even though I like writing torturous scenes, I barely do it, so I'm not too good at it.
Enjoy~ (I'm a saddist..)

Prussia held her, he shakily breathed in relief; she was in his arms now, safe in his strong, protecting arms.
"Gilbert", Russia's menacing, dark voice sent shivers down his spine, "You knew it."
He turned around and was startled when he saw the tall man was already back too his feet and looked ready to kill them all.
The white haired nation wanted to say something but the words hung in his throat as he realised what situation they were in.
Both nations were just freshly recovering from their previous battle, wounds merely taken care of, yet Ivan looked like he could tear apart the whole building any moment.
What made the whole thing ten times more difficult and dangerous was his unconscious lady that was resting in his arms.
Nations usually didn't stay unconscious for long since the body only fainted to prevent certain things and after that it would probably recover quickly.
Russia took a step forward and stood right in front of him; that man did half the damage mentally, by being so intimidate and emitting such a dark aura, people were often scarred for life when they went through such a thing, even without any real fight.

Suddenly Ukraine jumped between them, tears streaming down her cheeks and she hiccupped when talking to him with her shaky voice.
"I-Ivan, please, don't b-be mad! It's me, K-Katyusha", she stuttered; he grabbed her upper arm and she winced at his force.
"She's a traitor", his voice cracked through the air and Ukraine started crying more and shaking her head wildly.
She grabbed his shoulders to draw his attention to her, "Ivan! She doesn't mean any harm! Please, forgive her!"
His facial expression changed to a slightly hurt one, "You knew as well.."
But then he got even angrier, for as far as that was possible in his case, "Why? Every one of you, you all lied."
He then threw his big sister harshly against a wall, "Why?! Сестра (sestra), почему (pochemu)?"
Ukraine was terribly scared and begged her brother to calm down while his grip on her lower arm seemed to slowly break the bone, even if he didn't notice.
"Hey idiot!" Prussia shouted and he wondered where that voice came from, "Don't pick on you sister when the one you have to get is here!"

Blankly he dropped Ukraine and she fell on the floor, crying and trembling terribly; even it she had had worse punishment from him before, it broke her big heart every time she saw her little brother in this monstrous condition.
The Russian turned to Prussia, who looked defensively at him, "What's your problem?!"
Ivan snickered bitterly, "That little wench, that little stupid-"
"Shut it!" Gilbert interrupted him, "I didn't ask you to call her names!"
"Fine, she lied. That's my problem, da? That little mischievous rat was toying with me, who does she think she is, trying to put a mighty person like me to shame."
Prussia didn't even saw Russia's fist coming at such a high speed, hitting the red eyed man square in the face.
He managed to keep his balance when another fist bored into his stomach and he gasped for air.
"Give her to me", the tall man said and his voice was cold and threatening to the very core; for a moment Prussia hesitated whether he wasn't seriously risking being killed.
"Nein. Never", he answered and even though he didn't spoke very loud, he spoke clear and steady.

Russia's face didn't look pleased and he hit Gilbert again; because the nation was holding Liechtenstein in his arms, his moves were very limited and so far he was glad that his little lady hadn't changed into Ivan's target.
"Stop, Ivan!" Ukraine cried from the other wall, Poland sat next to her though he kept his talk for her and didn't even found his bitchface worthy enough for looking at the Russian.
"заткнись (zatknis)", he hissed at her and she covered her face with her hands while crying more; Poland shushed her softly while gently rocking her back and forth.
Prussia knew Ivan was cruel at moments, and he knew it was actually rare too see him this mad, to the point he was heartless to everyone.
But the man couldn't understand how Ivan couldn't get a grip on his feeling of anger when he heard the sound of his dear, crying sister.
"Russia, for goodness sake, you have no heart at all, do you?" he asked while looking right into his violet, murderous eyes.
"It crippled away ages ago, for you information", Ivan said and his attention was again to the fullest at the two of them.
He hit Prussia exactly three more times, promising pain and suffering between each punch, before voice interrupted them.

"Stop it!" Lili's voice was high and panicked.
Russia grinned widely and he looked even creepier; Gilbert coughed some blood up and spit it at his feet.
"Oh, I'm so sorry to have awoken you, Liechtenstein", he said lowly and he saw the spark of fear in her eyes.
That wild, natural emotion of fear, it made his body tingle with a specific emotion; it made him excited, hungry for more, he wanted to see her beg him for his life.
What filled him with even more joy, would be seeing her cry for her life, or wishing she hadn't been born at all, in front of Prussia's eyes.
But the expression on her face changed, the emotion through her eyes shifted to something else and the tone of her voice became steadier.
"Don't hurt them, I did wrong, not them", she spoke, so calmly it was almost impossible to think she had fainted just moments ago.
Surprisingly, this new emotion she showed, it made him even more curious and excited then he had been at first.
"Da? So you are willingly to take punishment for you deeds?" he grinned like a psycho and she stiffened a bit.
"She won't!" Prussia hissed but he was ignored by both parties now.
Ivan mused softly, "But they lied to me as well, they should be disciplined as well, da?"

There was a little silence and then Lili shook her head, "No. I don't agree. They might've said nothing, but they did not lie. They have never told you they didn't knew who I was, have they?"
"Who knows about this more?" Russia asked and he turned around to Ukraine and Poland with a merciless smirk on his face.
"I'm like totally not getting what this is about. Leave me out of it", he said with bitchy and he held Yekaterina in his arms.
"Leave my sister alone", he said threatening and Poland glared offensively at him.
"Nah aah! So you can beat her more, hah? No way!" he said and wagged his finger ladylike at the tall man.
Nations admitted he had courage, it usually just looked like it always came at the bad moments and he just seemed to present it badly.
"She's not yours anymore. That time has long passed", the Russian commented harshly, reminding Poland of the Commonwealth, and how he had torn it appart.
Feliks knitted his fine blonde eyebrows together and pursed his lips; before he could say something to piss Ivan off some more, Lili spoke up again, now standing on her feet next to Prussia.

"Russia", she shortly drew his attention, and Gilbert swore she probably saved Poland's life with that.
"Ah, da, I need to discipline you a bit, da?" he smiled brightly, but his smile didn't reach to the purple orbs that actually looked dull and even maybe a bit hurt.
In a split second he took her wrist and Prussia immediately took the other one to hold onto her.
Russia started walking away, but he looked back at the Prussian following them, holding Lili's hand.
"You can come along, if you wish, maybe you can save a bit of your princess?"
Gilbert didn't react.
They entered a dark, cold room that reeked with the metallic scent of blood; Russia made sure they were both inside before he locked the door and turned the lights on.
The room was filled with all kinds of tools to torture humans and Lili thought she was in a living hell while Prussia was still glaring at Ivan.
He had been in this room before, it was just another painful moment in his life that would be over sooner or later.

Russia took some chains and he restrained both nation's hands; he said that Prussia could only savour a bit of his girl if he were to go through the same.
Knowing that it was mainly a matter of boring the Russian, he agreed and ended up chained to a wall next to her.
"Why do you do this?" she asked him softly while Ivan had his back turned to them and was busy with something else.
"Ich liebe dich, and I will always protect you as much as I can", he leaned over to her and his lips tenderly touched the skin of her hand.
Her eyes slowly filled with tears, "I feel like we're going to die, Gilbert. I feel like we're going to be tortured to our death."
She confessed honestly how scared she actually was, and he smiled softly; she wondered whether he had gone crazy to smile in a situation like this.
"I promise, it's just temporary pain, everything that happens here will be over soon, and the next day they will take care of the wounds and we'll get over it. I promise, meine Dame."

Russia turned back to them and smiled, while Liechtenstein's face turned serious; she was going to take this as an adult.
He started unlocking her chains and he released her from the wall; she stood next to the still bound Prussia with a confused expression.
"Kolkolkol~" he chanted happily and he took a whip, "Run, Lili, run!"
The whip sliced through the air and hit her bare arms; she shrieked in pain and looked up with big, shocked and unbelieving eyes to him.
"Ivan!" Gilbert roared angrily, "Let me go! You-"
"Now, now, Eastern Germany, don't you get too angry! The more you say, the more you struggle, the more your girl will suffer, da?"
The whip cut through the air again and made another hot red line over Lili's skin.
Prussia's face filled Russia with excitement and curiosity; it was so pained, so frustrated, so angry yet so desperate.
"So, little girl, run~ !" he chanted happily and raised his hand again, within a split second the hard ending of the whip burst against the skin of her bare legs.
She shrieked again and looked in his eyes; her stomach twisted and a sick feeling washed over her.
He looked so childishly happy, as if he couldn't wait to see her cry and bleed in front of him.

Russia whipped her again and again and after leaving eleven red, burning marks over her body, tearing her clothing in the process, Prussia started wildly pulling the chains and screaming all kinds of inappropriate words at him, not able to hold back anymore at the sigh of his lady being tortured.
Slowly Ivan turned to him, "That's not very kind of you. I warned you though~"
Lili ran over to Gilbert and wrapped her arms around him while Russia put the whip away and got something else.
"Lili! I'm so sorry!" he said and his voice wavered as he spoke; but she looked in his eyes, her face serious.
"Now", she breathed softly, "I'll be your little knight. Just for now."
He wanted to protest but she kissed him tenderly, "You'll make it up to me another time, ja? Now I need you to be brave."
"Lili~ Run!" Russia interrupted them and Liechtenstein's eyes widened and she desperately held back a scream and hissed as she jumped away.
A spot on her back burned terrible, but her skin literally burned, and Russia was wearing a thick glove and holding the colder end of a hot iron bar.
He stepped forward, and stretching his arm, the hot top of the bar marked her milky skin once again and she gasped for air but held her scream for herself.

Seeing her suffer was fun, but knowing Prussia's fiery, furious stare was pointed on them made everything twice as enjoyable.
"Run~ Little liar, little cheater, foul little wench~" he chanted and Lili stared in his violet eyes.
His words were meant as a threat, but actually, she could hear the screeching tone of pain behind them.
She had hurt him, whether personally because he thought he had a little friend, or because she apparently had made a serious dent in his pride.
He had been slowly following her and marking her through the room until she stopped, panting and sweating a bit.
Lines of damaged skin were drawn on her body and some spots were even white because of the burn; third degree wounds and it didn't seem like someone was going to take care of them now.
She faced him and her face showed no trace of fear, "If you want to hurt me, then fine. Go ahead."
Lili didn't move and he came closer, smiling softly.
Prussia was panting and sweating, his body soflty trembling because he imagined all kinds of dangerous ways Russia could crush her every single moment.
The chains cut him but he didn't even feel the hot liquid slowly dripping over his body.

If he wants me to run, I'll stop and stand up to him. I'm not his puppet.
You're such a tough little girl, da?" he snickered and dropped the iron bar, "We'll see how far I can bend you~ Until you break!"
She didn't dare to move, forcing away all the fearful thoughts; he could probably sense any afraid or agonized emotion within her like a trained dog could.
He suddenly ripped her dress off in a smooth movement and tossed the cloth, or the remains of it, away.
"Kolkolkol~" he said, and he didn't even have to glance aside to know Gilbert was going through hell.
Lili covered her small breasts, even though she wasn't very well developed, she was a lady anyway.
Russia's face was serious, except for the little satisfied smirk, as he took his pipe from his jacket.

Before he could do anything there were some knocks on the door.
It took a moment for Lili to realise, this was still the same building she had been in the past few days, and they were still on planet earth.
Lithuania's voice sounded from the other side, "Mister Russia. I was asked whether I could ask you something."
The sentence didn't perfectly make sense but Ivan frowned uninterested as if he was just disturbed while reading a book, "Who and what do they want?"
"Miss Ukraine. She wanted to know what was going on, sir", his voice sounded concerned; he knew very well what things happened in that room.
"Tell her I said that I'm sending Lili~ to Siberia. And Prussia is never going to see her again", he said while making some things up at the moment.
But Liechtenstein's heart cringed, "Don't say that! You'll hurt her!"
Lithuania's footsteps already were fading away and Ivan turned to her, his cold pipe held against her forehead now.
"Put your hands in the air~" he said in a singsong voice and Lili's jaw set as she realised he was being bloody serious.

When there had been no reaction for a few seconds, his pipe suddenly, without any warning, slammed into her elbow and she shrieked at the feeling of bone being crushed.
"Are you ignoring my command?" he said in a low, pleased voice and she slowly shook her head at him.
"Why do you hurt your sister?" she asked while slowly unfolding her hands and raising the in the air.
Shamelessly Ivan's eyes rested on her breasts and she blushed while her eyebrows knit together.
A deep, low growl was heard from the wall; when Lili looked aside, she was washed with a feeling of empathy.
Prussia was pulling against the restraining, his whole body trembling with anger and frustration and his eyes wide and flashing with pain.
Her own body went numb when when she felt fingertips sliding over her chest and she shot her glance back at Russia.
The Russian seemed to completely ignored the presence of Gilbert and his fingers danced without any respect over her bare chest.

But he knew Gilbert was watching, he knew this was all about humiliating her and making him feel hopeless and helpless.
"Ivan", her voice was stern and low as she spoke and he looked up, a grin on his face, but even this evil one didn't reach to the hurt violet in his eyes.
"Why do you hurt your sister, Yekaterine? Answer my question."
He started laughing in her face, "Little stupid girl, I think you don't know who you're talking to."
Lili stared right into his cold eyes, but there was a crack in the ice; "I think you don't know who you're hurting the most."
He smiled menacingly and for a moment the only sound in the room was Prussia's heavy panting and the clinging of the metal from the chains.
"You", he said and he pointed at the bright red marks of the whip and the unhealthy looking burn marks and then at her chest.
"Wrong."

Russia's eyebrows knit together and he stared in her hard eyes for a moment while not moving for a second.
It was as if he hoped that she would suddenly fall on her knees and beg him for forgiveness and mercy.
Then he threw his glance aside and his purple orbs landed on Prussia, who looked like he would definitely rip him apart if he would get out of those chains.
Only now, when she looked at him for a second, she noticed that a few of the wounds of their previous battle were visible.
"Prussia", Ivan said and he felt like he didn't even have to add any comment to that one, regarding Prussia's worn off body and temporary twisted state of mind as the nation growled, all his muscles tense and his eyes coloured with agony and hatred.
He looked like a wild animal, ready to attack and defend the second he would gain that ability.
He looked terrible, and that was softly expressed; that was without mentioning all the scars he already had, and scars he gained every day.
And the mental damage, the nightmares that would haunt him long after he'd be out of here; if he would ever even manage to do such a place like this.
"Nein. Wrong."

"Ukraine?" he asked, now a bit confused at what the right answer would be according to the little woman.
Liechtenstein shook her head and sighed slowly, "You have hurt her awfully much for no reason at all. But there is one person that through all these years, and in the end, will and has suffered the most."
Russia's piercing gaze was directed on her forest green eyes and he thought.
He named all nations that lived in this house one by one in his head but couldn't find a single one that was outstanding for its suffering.
Lili was still looking at him, expectation in her eyes, "Well?"
Took a deep breath and thought deeply, the sphere in the room changed and even Gilbert seemed to calm down a little bit as he watched his precious girl speak.
Eventually the Russian shrugged, moving his broad shoulders shortly and staring at her with a blank face, no clear emotion displayed.
His face was untouched, but Liechtenstein had quickly learned to only look at his eyes for any expression.
And here she found that childlike curiosity, sparkling in his eyes, looking misplaced in his grown up, blank face.

She raised her hand, and the tip of her finger softly nudged his chest.
His eyes followed her finger in he looked at himself for a moment; for the first time, she saw him flinch.
"Me?" he asked as if she had proposed to him the very moment.
Lili nodded, "You. You know that you're doing all this because you're hurt. And you thought this would soften the pain. And hurting your sister hurts you as well. You might not realise it yet, but then it's time for you to see, that the main person you are hurting, is yourself, Ivan."
There was a silence, Liechtenstein stopped speaking, the Russian didn't speak up for a while and even Prussia was staring at his lady with a renewed vision, he was looking at her in awe.
The silence seemed to seep into the room and hold all of them temporary in her firm grip while filling the room, leaving no place to speak.
Studying his eyes, Lili noted that the crack of pain in them was bigger, there was more, more ache and hurt then she first saw.
His jaw set for a moment, and then his lips parted.
But the words vanished and instead he took a deep breath, his gaze still over the little girl that was standing bravely in front of him, naked, pained, but still brave.

Ivan didn't want to believe it; he wanted to say something back to that little annoying girl.
He wanted to tell her she was wrong, that she was being stupid and silly and that she got everything completely different from the truth.
Russia wanted to laugh in her face, loudly, to show her what a dumb mistake she had made in whatever calculations she had within that little head of hers.
But there came no words to his mind to protest, no thoughts that proved to be a solid answer, no arguments to note.
And he felt no laugh rise in his throat, not even the power to bring something up; instead his throat felt dry and soar.
There was a agonising streak of pain through his heart when he couldn't find one single thing in that thick head of his to say to her.
There was nothing, he couldn't do anything.
His mind had stopped working, his lips frozen and his heart, or whatever leftovers there were, ached with every beat.
His hands were sweaty and the more he thought about himself the more disgusted he started to feel.
Everybody hated him, so he also hated himself; he had accepted that he had to live like that centuries ago.
And if nations didn't want to like him, he's just have to force them into whatever would make him feel better.
But in all honesty, it had never made him feel better.

"Apologize to Ukraine", Lili softly said, and even though it actually was a demand, she said it as if she were asking him to do a special favour.
He looked at the door and took a deep breath; he figured that if he had nothing to say to her, he should leave.
And a intensive bomb of pain terrorized his heart every time he thought back at his big sister's crying face and her scared words.
He had hurt her, and himself through that.
The tall man sighed as he took a step back and turned to the door; he walked away and unlocked it, before leaving threw a little key at Lili.
Once the door closed behind him, Liechtenstein felt like she could collapse any moment and she sank to her knees.
"Lili! Meine tapfere Dame!" Gilbert called her with worry in his voice and she crawled to the clothing the used to be her dress.
It was of no use, the clothing wasn't wearable anymore.
Suddenly big tears filled her eyes and fat tears rolled over them.
Her body started trembling and shaking violently of fear and pain; her sobs became loud and uncontrolled as she desperately pressed the clothing against her naked and cold body.
Only her briefs had protect the last part of dignity she had left.

"Lili", Gilbert's soothing voice drew her attention, "Don't cry, you're so strong and brave, my dearest lady."
She got up carefully and wobbled on her feet while taking the key form the floor and then she walked over to him; during the whole process Lili had firmly held the fabric against her chest as a vague form of protecting herself.
Still sobbing she used the key to unlock Prussia's chains and once released he wrapped his arms around her and gently rocked her back and forth.
Her head was pressed against his chest and his heartbeat calmed her slowly, just like his soothing words and praises did, just his presence was such a gift.
She felt so dirty, so strange, so humiliated and disgusted.
But he kept praising her, he kept telling her how beautiful and strong she was, and that she was the only lady that deserved the title of being called awesome.
Now that he was there for her, she felt safe again, she felt like everything would end fine and as if they weren't living a nightmare.
"Ich liebe dich", she muttered in his shirt; her tears had wetted it a little but they both didn't seem to mind.
He kissed her in her golden blonde hair, softly and gently.
"It's okay meine Geliebte. Your knight is back to fulfil its most important goal, making you feel happy and safe."

Сестра (sestra), is Russian for Sister
почему (pochemu), is Russian for Why.
заткнись (zatknis), is Russian for Shut up.

So~ was it a bit okay? I hope Russia was not too OOC, or Lili, because she's being pretty kickass.
Was the torture a bit okay? I had more in mind but I didn't want Liechtenstein to die or something close to that.. Not yet XD
10th chapter, wohoo~ XD I wonder how long this story will be, I don't see it becoming longer then 20 chapters actually, but who knows. This was ment to be a oneshot anyway and look where we are XD
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