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Post by Hipster Russia on Dec 27, 2012 1:51:17 GMT -5
Summary: In an AU before the Great Depression, America pays an unwanted visit to Russia and witnesses Lithuania being abused. Striving to be the hero he believes himself to be, America takes Toris from the oppressive Russian to come live at his home. But something has caused a change in the American, and Toris might not be much better off after all...
Characters: Lithuania - Hipster Russia Russia and America - Hipster USA
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Post by Hipster Russia on Dec 27, 2012 23:10:35 GMT -5
America got out of the taxi, thanking the driver and paying him and starting the long walk up the winding road towards a certain house. brushing dirty blonde hair out of his face, he started to jog up the path - it really was needlessly lengthened, he decided as he reached the front door, knocking loudly. Stupid Russia.
Lithuania had been busy at work cleaning the massive dinning room, straightening up, scrubbing that one spot on the floor stained red, dusting down every inch of the room for any spec of dust that might have landed on Russia's flawless surfaces. He had done this so often that he was effectively in a trance, doing the motions with as little thought as possible.
Because thinking brought memories and worrying and.... and a reminder of how damn exhausted he was. It seemed the Lithuanian could do nothing right lately, and displeasing the Russian meant doing everything over again, having more tasks, and being forced to work until he outright collapsed. Sleep was a luxury Toris got less and less of these days. He was so tired... if only he could sleep for just a minute...
Oh god, I'm thinking about it aga-
A loud knock from the door suddenly startled the engrossed nation, causing him to jolt and grab the fabric of his outfit in alarm. Quickly calming his nerves, Toris took deep breaths, assuring himself that particular noise was not Russia sneaking up on him unexpectedly. No, it was the front door he quickly realized, but that left him further puzzled. Russia usually informed the nation when he was expecting company, yet, Lithuania knew nothing of this supposed visitor. Putting away his cleaning supplies, Toris dusted himself off and head toward the door, only to realize in horror what he was currently wearing.
No no no... why did he tell me to wear this today-! He briefly considered running to change, but thought better of it, not wanting to face Russia's wrath because he did not answer the door in time. With nervous haste Toris smoothed out his maid outfit the best he could, shakily grasping the doorknob and pulling open the door enough to peer out at the visitor without unnecessarily revealing his attire.
"H-Hello, can I help you?" he spoke in the clearest voice he could muster, speaking in the perfect Russian which was required of him.
Furrowing his brow at the use of Russian from his friend, America waved half heartedly, his breath coming out in tiny white clouds of condensation in the cold Russian air. "Hey Toris." He said, his lips stretching into the smile it always seemed to settle into when he was around the other nation.
"My boss told me I needed to confirm a treaty that was 'stablished a while back. I don't really know what it's about, but could I come in ta talk to the Commie for a sec?" He asked cheerfully, shuffling from one foot to the other restlessly.
"Oh! Mr. America!" Toris exclaimed in recognition, smiling at the familiar face as he switched to speaking English. "Yes, umm..." the Lithuanian paused, glancing behind himself nervously, checking to see if the Russian was anywhere in sight. "Does M-Mr. Russia know of your visit?"
"I don't... Think so..." the American scratched behind his neck absently. "Is it that bad that i'm unexpected, or whatever? I can leave and come back another time... I guess, but it'll be in like a REALLY LONG TIME. My scedule's packed." He craned his neck, attempting to look behind the other nation.
Lithuania was worried. Russia had not been in the best of moods lately, and certainly seeing the American would not leave him pleased. "Umm... l-let me go tell Mr. Russia you're here..." he trailed off, starting to shut the door to find the larger nation, yet the Lithuanian paused, turning back to the American, his nature not allowing him to leave the the other out in the cold. "You should wait inside, where it is warmer," he said, opening the door for Alfred, giving a slight awkward cough as he attempted (and failed) to still kept himself half-hidden by the door. "I um... I'm s-still cleaning, so excuse the mess..." he spoke quietly while gesturing to the virtually spotless room, a slight blush on his face.
America smiled, seemingly not noticing Lithuania's attire, and stepped in. "It's not cluttered, hahhah" he chuckled. "You should see my- WHOA." Finally noticing his friend's getup, the American winced apologetically. "Dude. I'm ...guessing that was NOT your decision." He said slowly.
"Oh...! Haha.." the Lithuanian rubbed the back of his head anxiously, smiling up at the American. "It's not t-that bad, to wear..." Of course he hated wearing it! No, that was a lie. He really didn't mind the attire, considering he spend much of his life around a nation who loved feminine apparel. It wasn't his clothing that bothered him, but the implications. The humiliation the Russian thrust upon him, feinting innocence, all the while with that sickening grin on his face. Lithuania dared not speak out his displease, however, tactfully avoiding the statement, worried that Russia could walk in at any moment and hear him speaking out against him, to America of all nations.
"I g-guess I will go fetch Mr. Russia for you, then?" he said, nodding to the American and turning to head toward the stairs.
America nodded slowly, his face distraught and slightly confused. It was a weakness of his - his emotions could never be hidden, and were always shown very plainly on his boyish face. "I guess so. Be... Careful." He said worriedly, his hands tightening into fists by his sides.
"I am always careful," Lithuania smiled reassuringly at the other Nation as he disappeared up the stairs. If only that helped, he thought as soon as he was past America's view, his smile turning into a frown. His heartbeat ringing in his ear, Toris made his way to the Russia's office, knocking swiftly, praying Ivan was not in a bad mood.
"Mr. R-Russia..?"
"Come in~" A cheery voice was heard from inside the office.
Lithuania pushed open the door cautiously, slipping in and shutting the door closed behind. He paused as he heard the click that so often made him feel trapped, his mind instantly flinching away, though he made no visible reaction. "Mr...Mr. America.. is here to speak with you about a tr-treaty, sir."
The Baltic nation jumped as a large hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned around to look into the purple-hazed, falsely-cheerful gaze of a certain Russian man. "Surprise~" The man murmered, his lips tilted up in a gentle smile.
My smaller Nation's eyes widened in alarm as he turned to Russia, his heart skipping a beat. "S-surprise..?" He stuttered as he looked at the looming Nation questioningly, unsure if Russia meant his alarmingly close proximity, or if perhaps the word had some other meaning.
Russia let out a low chuckle. "Look at you Litva, you're shivering." He said quietly, his head tilting to the side. "All I meant by my surprising was that I am being behind you. " He said breezily, pushing the other's hair behind his ear gently before circling around him to his desk. "You need to expect the unexpected, da? It is being useful in war." His hands went on to the neatly organized table, moving papers around. "Now what were you saying about Amerika?"
Oh god. he thought desperately as Russia walked around him, his ear feeling as though burning with Russia's lingering touch. Toris kept his arms by his sides, holding his hands in a tense fist as he fought to keep himself steady, mentally glaring at the larger Nation's turned back. "Mr. America is...." he bit his lip, how would Russia react? "he is here... right now... t-to see you."
The taller man froze. "Right now, hm?" he said coldly, his violet eyes narrowing. "He didn't call." He turned to Lithuania, unblinking. "Did he mention what treaty he was here for?"
"N-no, he didn't say..." Lithuania replied, refusing to falter under the Nation's cold eyes, though unable to stop the cold chill that went down his spine. "B-but his schedual is really packed, and he said this was the b-best time to talk."
The russian raised his eyebrows exasperatedly, shaking his head and picking up a few of the papers before walking breezily past the baltic nation into the hallway. "Come, then - I guess it isn't being avoided." he said, motioning for the other to follow him.
Feeling momentary relief from the lack of hostility from the news, Toris nodded, following into step directly behind Ivan, accelerating his stride to keep up. "Um, Mr. Russia..?" the Lithuanian asked cautiously, peeking his head to look up at the larger nation as he walked. "I was wondering if perhaps, it might be best if I changed clothes..?"
Russia's stride was halted for a brief moment as he turned to look at the smaller man, his expression disbelieving. "There is no reason for that, little nation~" He said, his voice low and lilting as he shifted his gaze up and down the Lithuanian's dress-clad body. "You are looking just fine as is, da? Or perhaps you disagree with me... If that is being the case perhaps I can find something different." His lips tilted up in a cruel smile.
Lithuania's eyes widened in slight alarm. "N-no!" he shook his head, "you're right, this is f-fine," the smaller nation stammered nervously,trying to sink away from the other's predatory gaze. He considered arguing further about his dirty state from cleaning and how it was unfit to accommodate a guest, but he thought better of it, not wanting to risk a more humiliating situation.
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Post by Hipster USA on Dec 30, 2012 0:32:31 GMT -5
Russia`s smile reverted back to it's neutral state as the smaller man complied, continuing his brisk walk down the hallway until he came into the large entryway of his house, lifting a large hand in greeting to the familiar American leaning against a wall. "Privyet." He said politely, adjusting the folders in his arm. "What is it you are here for, then? Let's be making this quick. Litva, come sit by me and do not say anything unless I give you permission."
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Post by Hipster Russia on Dec 30, 2012 0:48:01 GMT -5
Lithuania opened his mouth, about to reply with a 'Yes sir,' but shut it quickly, opting to nod in acknowledgement instead as he stood to the Russian's side, waiting for him to sit down.
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Post by Hipster USA on Dec 30, 2012 1:37:20 GMT -5
Russia turned his head to meet the Lithuanian's gaze. "I have no intentions of moving." he said, seemngly reading Toris's mind. He motioned with a gloved finger for the other to sit on the perfectly polished wood floor next to his boot.
He as feeling particularly irritable today, what with his boss calling every three minutes to inquire on things that really did not need to be issues in the first place, much less issues brought to him. Although the Nation prided himself on his abilty to stay organized and alert, lately he had felt himself becoming more and more agitated by the littlest things- and the worst of it angering him so much that his normal vodka sash kept hidden away in the pantry was constanty in need of replenishing by Lithuania. Toris had been doing his best to keep up with Russia's many buisness endevours, whilst also dealing with things that Russia himself had no interest in, but one thing that kept him in high spiris was the vulnerability the little Baltic started to show when he was tired. It was such a magnificent stress reliever to dress the brunette up like a little doll, his wide brown eyes submissive and terrified. So relaxing to be able to have him obey his every will and command. And even more delicious was the fear in his eyes that always hid in the depths of his gaze. Russia was nearly intoxicated enough on that tempting gaze alone, even without his pecious alchohol.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Dec 30, 2012 23:25:58 GMT -5
Tensing as the meaning of the words became clear, Toris felt his body heat with emotion, his eyes momentarily lighting with hatred as his fists tightly clinched.
But he dared not to let Russia see his face. Would not give Russia the delight of seeing how easily the simple, unspoken command caused the Lithuanian's exterior to crumble.
Humiliating.
Like a dog.
His cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he slowly sunk to the floor, his eyes now dulling, defeated. It was normal treatment he received, he was used to it by now.... But... Why does America have to see me this way?
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Post by Hipster USA on Dec 31, 2012 0:25:38 GMT -5
Russia smiled serenely, very pleased, before turning back to the blonde man by the door, his eyes questioning. "well?" he asked impatiently. He had places to be, after all.
America had watched the entire exchange between the two nations, his expressive face twisted into a confusedly disgusted expression. Russia was treating the Baltic Nation like... Some sort of puppy. He had experienced times like this before, when the taller man would treat his three subordinates like little maids, but he had never actually experienced it at /this/ level. It was disconcerting.
"Nah, it's okay Lithuania, you can stand up" he said easily, his own hand coming out of his jacket pocket and gesturing to the brunette in a friendly manner. "No need 'ta sit there."
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Post by Hipster Russia on Dec 31, 2012 1:39:51 GMT -5
Toris froze as America spoke to him directly, his whole body tensing in dread. He refused to remove his gaze from his lap, clenching his fists in the frilly material that draped his folded legs.
...America had not ignored him as he hoped.
A part of the tiny Nation was touched by the blond's kindness, but more so, his heart hammered in his chest, in a trap he knew there was no escape from. Lithuania tried shaking his head discretely, biting his lip until it almost drew blood as he stared unfocused at his trembling hands.
Please leave me be America.
Please.
You will only make it worse.
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Post by Hipster USA on Jan 2, 2013 15:26:45 GMT -5
Alfred's eyebrows furrowed above his sky blue eyes as the other man didn't move. "Hold up, yo-" He was interrupted by Russia, all of his previous politeness gone.
"Amerika. I am not fond of standing around and spewing nonsense, unlike some. So if you would be so kind, the TREATY." He said lowly, his cold, violet eyes flashing in irritation.
America would have none of it. "Lithuania, you can just tell me no-" "He was instructed not to speak."
"Why is he wearing a DRESS, by the way?"
"Because I want him to."
"He's not the boss of you, Tor-"
"Actually, I am~"
"But that's not fair!"
"Life isn't fair, Amerika!"
"LITHUANIA! SAY SOMETHING!"
There was a silence as both pairs of eyes were turned upon the Nation sitting by Russia's feet.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jan 3, 2013 0:24:11 GMT -5
No no no no no no The tremors in Lithuania's body steadily increased as the two larger, more powerful Nations argued above him.
Leave me be. Please leave me be.
Toris visibly flinched as the American pronounced the word dress, his fists now clinched so hard to the point of pain.
If he talked, Russia would punish him, but if he didn't, Alfred would not stop. And that could anger Russia even more...
The tiny nation was almost to the point of tears, the stress building and building as he tried desperately to ignore the argument above him, focusing instead on his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
"LITHUANIA! SAY SOMETHING!"
America's commanding voice finally snapped the smaller nation out of his trance. Slowly he looked up, staring America straight in his blue eyes with his own worn, exhausted green ones.
"America! Stay out of it-!" he voice barked harshly, suddenly, his built up stress releasing at once before he could stop himself. As soon as the words left his mouth Lithuania froze with a hitched breath, his eyes widening at once, his tremors increasing tenfold.
I'm sorry-
It was all he could think as he stared at America with terror-filed eyes. I didn't want you to see any of this.
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Post by Hipster USA on Jan 4, 2013 22:59:26 GMT -5
The American's eyes widened as Russia reached down with one hand to pinch at a medium-sized clump of hair near the front of Lithuania's head, pulling sharply and taking most of the smooth, light brown section away from Toris's head with seemingly no effort at all.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jan 12, 2013 1:29:41 GMT -5
The small country coughed and choked as he stifled his scream, moaning as he held his now bald spot throbbing with pain.
After a moment of gaining his bearings, the brunettes hair wiped around as he looked up to glare at the Russia, his eyes full of hatred.
Fucking bastard!! His mouth opened to retaliate, but the only sound he managed was a muffled gnarl, forcing himself into silence with much regret as he felt the American's gaze, his body shaking with pain and rage.
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Post by Hipster USA on Jan 13, 2013 23:20:39 GMT -5
Russia simply smiled serenely."Be quiet, hmm?" He said airily, twirling the lock of hair in his fingertips.
The American exploded. "WHAT THE HELL?" He shouted angrily. "WHA- HE WASN'T-"
"You need to shut up too." Russia said quietly, his face blank as he kept petting the hair in his palm.
"YOU'RE TREATING HIM LIKE A FUCKING SLAVE, YOU BASTARD." America hissed, his usually jubilant face darkened with fury.
"He is as good as one. He is my Baltic State, yes? I am master, he is servant." Russia looked quite pleased at this, abandoning the strands in his palm to smooth back the hair on Lithuania's head.
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Post by Hipster Russia on Jan 14, 2013 2:34:19 GMT -5
With the Russian's word's Toris jerked his head away from the sickening smile, this time turning his pain-filled emerald eyes to stare directly at Alfred, desperately trying to catch the other Nation's angry gaze.
Stop. Please stop yelling. You're only making it worse.
Toris could already feel his anger slipping away, the fear growing to forefront for himself and worry for the outspoken American.
If you had let it be, none of this would have happened! His exhausted mind yelled resentfully, hating the way the blond so easily spoke the terrible truth of the Lithuanian's situation.
The large Russian hand on his head sent a shudder down Lithuania's spine, breaking his turbulent thoughts, and he closed his eyes tightly, willing it all to go away.
If you want to use the same colors- Russia=DarkOrchid and America=RoyalBlue
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Post by Hipster USA on Jan 31, 2013 0:26:11 GMT -5
Russia simply looked mildly displeased at the Lithuanian's reaction, a hand coming up to tug at hs beloved scarf as violet eyes glanced back up at the Blonde standing in the entryway. "Hmm~ It is no matter what you think anyway, silly pig." He murmered happily, prodding at the hurt and watching to see Toris' reaction, and further infuriating the American.
"Listen here, Russia." Alfred spat, his normally light, teasing tones laced with venom. "I'm sure you've heard of the American Civil War." His voice was quiet, but it seemed to fill the entire room.
Russia sniffed. "Of course I have, Amerika. Unlike some people, I pay attention to other countries' affairs outside of mine."
America chose to ignore the comment, his arms crossing in front of his chest. It had been a while since he had felt this way, and the last time he had he had been sick, desperate to hold himself upright to address his superiors. This time he had only one thing on his mind. "Well then ya gotta understand that I don't take too kindly to people being treated like slaves, like they aren't worth anything." He said lowly, his gaze still locked with the Russian's.
The man in question nodded serenely, his hand trailing down the Lithuanian's neck and playing with the worn shirt collar. "He is not yours, so why do you care so much?" he asked with a sort of childish curiosity.
"Because he's not YOURS, either." The American growled. "Look at him, he's a human, or country, whatever. A living, thinking breathing man. And he feels more human than you would ever recognize, isn't that right? And yet, if I told him to stand up and walk over to me, would he do it?"
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