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Who: Russia and Lithuania
Where: Lithuania's room
When: After Liet's arrival
Rating: PG for creeperism
Summary: Russia's bff has just showed up. Time to ~~stalk~~ him pay him a little visit.
the Story:

It's been less than a month since he'd last seen Liet. In that short span of time, he'd been forced to sing, been attacked by robotic guards, and watched as England's flag stretched across the sky as though it were trying to envelop the entire world. Even during all of that, Lithuania had never been too far from his mind. Everyone once in a while he'd shake his head at yet another oddity of Wonderland, open his mouth to ask the smaller nation if he thought the notion was just as absurd as Russia thought. His jaw would hang open in the air for only a second before snapping shut, the audible click of his teeth against one another the only answer to his question.

When Vexen had told him he could grow sunflowers once the world thawed, he jumped in excitement, eyes glowing and tongue working faster than his mind to say Liet, I've finally found a territory I can grow sunflowers in! I've finally--! And then he stopped, letting himself slump against his bed as he willed himself not to give into despair.

Now that the Baltic State is finally here--now that Russia finally has his Liet back--he's not about to let the other nation go. He winds quietly through the halls, asking anyone nearby if they'd seen a boy with brown hair in a uniform walk by. He nods politely and smiles each time (smiles that would send a chill through whoever witnessed it, though no one could be sure why), trotting along the first floor hallway until he finds an occupied room away from the others.

He doesn't bother knocking.

Pipe held loosely in one hand and a vodka bottle in the other, he quickly shifts both items to one hand, grabbing the doorknob and slipping in with only the briefest rustle of fabric.

Russia closes the door and smiles gently. "Liet."

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Lithuania hasn't been expecting a visitor. Mostly, he's been trying to acclimate to his new surroundings -- a strange place, with strange people who say all kinds of strange things. And... Russia of all people is the only familiar face. Ideally, Liet would like to be trapped with Poland -- but he would take America, if he has to. And Lithuania knows that, if he's going to be honest with himself, he does not want to see Russia at all. But it isn't like he can really say that, and... and really, Russia isn't so bad sometimes. The people he's talked to in this place haven't said anything too bad about Russia yet... someone even said Russia had sung songs with him, and the kid didn't seem scarred by it...

Even so, whether Liet wanted to see Russia or not, Russia was going to come for a "visit". And if he was, Liet might as well clean up.

He's just stepping out of the small adjoining bathroom, hair fluffed from towel-drying, said towel wrapped around his waist, when he looks up and notices Russia, standing at the door.

Lithuania almost falls over -- he missteps and has to brace himself on a nearby table, his other hand clutching the towel steadfastly in place.

"R-Russia!" he cries, letting a little too much fear in his voice. Completely thrown off-guard, he's not really able to help it. "I... I didn't expect you so soon--!"

The fear in Lithuania's voice doesn't deter him in the slightest. In fact, as sick as it sounds, it only reminds him of fonder times. Russia only cocks his head to the side, moving steadily towards the other boy. The fact that Lithuania is only wearing a towel certainly doesn't deter him. Russia thinks, It's a shame his back to me, I can't see his lovely scars.

He doesn't let go of the pipe, either.

"Luckily, it wasn't so hard to find you. I would have hated to miss the show!"

Russia laughs softly, eying the towel with amusement. Nothing he hasn't seen before, really, but he can't say he doesn't like the refreshed memory. His movements are slow, but he closes the gap between them with surprising speed. One hand holds the pipe loosely at his side, the other lifting the vodka to his lips once more before he speaks again.

"I've been very lonely, Lithuania," he says his same soft, sweet voice. "The others have been so nice to me, especially a horned witch girl--though I can't help but feel that Vexen the scientist finds my presence unnerving."

The gloved hand clutching the vodka moves around behind Lithuania, tracing one of the nation's scars. Russia's expression is as serene and innocent as ever as his hand traces over the brutal memory of what he did to Lithuania.

"I can't imagine why, can you?"

Russia's voice makes Liet's heart race in his chest -- and not in a good way. He flinches, slightly, when he feels Russia's gloved finger brush over his skin, his throat seizing up, breath catching. Russia is so close that Liet can smell the strong scent of vodka on his breath, his gaze momentarily shooting to the bottle in Russia's hand. When he notices what else is in that hand -- along with the thought of what, exactly, Russia is touching -- Liet's face pales considerably.

Lithuania seems to realize that Russia is talking to him a moment too late -- he is so shaken he can't even manage a smile.

"M-Maybe he just... needs to get to know you," Liet says. His voice isn't much louder than a whisper. He pulls the towel a little tighter around him, not able to meet Russia's eyes. "I... need to put my clothes on."

But Russia doesn't let go. Not immediately. He can see just how terrified Liet is, yet he gives no indication of it. Part of him genuinely wonders what on earth could scare Liet so badly, but the rational part of him, the part the remembers just how much of an inwardly broken nation he is, doesn't press to ask.

The taller country nods at Lithuania's reply. He takes yet another swig of his bottle before setting it on the table, his hand moving to gently cup the side of Liet's face. "That must be it. You know me so well, don't you?"

Russia leans in slightly. He stinks like vodka and sweat and coal and steel; the only thing that the personified country, thankfully, is missing is the stench of death. His lips brush the top of Liet's forehead, smiling against the smaller country's damp hair, and his eyes close, and he thinks for a moment that he can smell rye fields damp from rain.

And as quickly as he'd scared poor Lithuania, Russia pulls away. The sound he makes comes out almost as a whimper, almost in the form of the words I missed you. Before Lithuania has the chance to make sense of it, Russia has already grabbed his vodka bottle and settled on the edge of Lithuania's bed.

He keeps smiling. He doesn't avert his eyes.

Russia's holding him, and then Russia's kissing him -- or, at least, his skin -- and he watches as Russia pulls away and moves to Liet's bed, his scarf trailing behind him. Lithuania hesitates a moment, his face burning, and slowly turns to follow after Russia, collecting the clothes he'd laid on his bed and moving quickly before Russia can change his mind about letting him get dressed. He approaches the bathroom door, and then, feeling like he should tell Russia what he's doing instead of just leaving, glances over his shoulder.

"I'm just... ah, going to... dress in here," he says, and he ducks into the bathroom quickly, closing the door. There's no lock, and so he dresses quickly, not wanting to leave Russia alone too long and sour the man's temper. He does, however, take a moment to stare at his reflection in the mirror, trying to will his heart to slow and the color to return to his face. Russia would notice, and then what?

When he emerges, Lithuania is in his uniform, minus the boots, the only clothes he has. He lingers in the bathroom doorway, watching Russia from across the room. "I'm... glad you're here."

Russia nods. He thinks, It's so nice of him to tell me what he's doing so I will never have to worry! He really does know me. The wars and sieges Lithuania suffered to become that way never once entered his mind.

Alright, Russia's a little disappointed that Liet went into the bathroom to change. His expression doesn't change, but he begins formulating ways to ensure that this inconvenience will never happen again. Perhaps a latch just out of Liet's reach, or a well-placed knife in the door...

As he thinks, he drinks. His bottle--which had been full just this morning--is finished, and he's even more disappointed than before. Russia stares at the floor morosely and doesn't lift his head even after he hears the bathroom door open. Liet says something, and still Russia stares at the floor. Finally his head comes up. His cheeks are rosy from the alcohol, his eyes tired, and his lips are quirked into a faint smile.

"I'm glad you're here." He moves from the bed, slow, stumbling steps towards Lithuania. One arm wraps around the smaller nation's shoulders while the other continues to clutch the pipe. Russia rests his head on top of Liet's so that his breath would be right at Lithuania's ear. He didn't want him to miss his contented sigh and a whisper. "You and no one else."

The pipe prods slightly at the side of Liet's knee. Russia imagines what would happen if Poland were to arrive and touch his Baltic State like this. It wouldn't even have to be a hard swing to shatter the bone...

Good thing Lithuania can't see Russia's smile.

Lithuania knows who, specifically, Russia is talking about. He shudders at the feeling of Russia's breath in his ear, and his whole body tenses at the solid, heavy feeling of the pipe poking into his leg. He imagines how it would feel, to have that pipe swing back and shatter his kneecap -- Lithuania probably wouldn't ever walk the same again. But... Russia wouldn't do that... would he? No, Russia would never do something that obvious... he probably only wanted to leave marks he would be able to see. Once again, Lithuania's thoughts turn on Poland... he wondered if Russia knew that Poland had seen the scars.

Probably not, Lithuania thinks, slowly reaching up an arm to rest against Russia's back, his hand tightening in the man's scarf. If he knew, Poland would be...

Lithuania swallows, realizing how much danger he puts Poland and other people in, just because... because Russia had decided he was his. And if someone like America was there to help Lithuania, like when he'd given him a place to stay when he'd needed it... Russia wouldn't like that, either.

He slowly draws a breath in, closing his eyes, willing the feeling away. He had to be stronger! If Russia knew how scared he was, Lithuania would be at his mercy.

Not that he isn't already.

Hoping to find something to pull conversation in another direct, Lithuania slowly pulls back to watch Russia. "How... long have you been here?" he asks.

Too bad, Lithuania. It's far too late to hide your fear now. Russia knows how strong you are, but he knows how much stronger he is (now).

Russia lingers in position for another moment before answering Liet's question. He lifts his head and twirls the pipe thoughtfully. "A little over two weeks. In that time, I lived through two 'events' which forced me to sing and to fight off some bizarre invasion by England. But, of course, that didn't last long."

He pauses once before a grin stretches over his face and he turns towards Liet again. "Not many seems so pleased with the events, but I think they're fun! They can't hurt me, and I will make sure they will never hurt you either."

The hand that isn't holding the pipe drifts once again to Lithuania's back. He rubs the smaller nation in what should be a reassuring gesture. His voice is confident and light, it should be reassuring. But it's Russia doing these things, so the real message is never clear. This time, the message is the words Russia didn't say. He didn't forget to say them. He just left his sentence unfinished because both nations knew exactly what he was thinking.

No one is allowed to hurt you but me.

Lithuania tries very hard to take some kind of comfort in Russia's words and actions -- on one hand, he knows very well that Russia will protect him, no matter what happens -- he'll keep Lithuania from harm, always. On the other hand, Lithuania knows...

He closes his eyes, trying to blank the thought from his mind. There's no sense in lingering on that.

Lithuania manages a small smile, thankful that his shirt and jacket are on, now -- Russia can't reach his skin; can't run his fingers over the scars criss-crossing over Lithuania's back.

"Thank you," he says, quietly, because he's not sure what else to say. "I'm lucky to have you, Russia." It's what he's expected to say, what he's expected to feel, and even though Lithuania secretly thinks that Russia prefers his misery, that doesn't mean Lithuania has to show it. In his mind, this is some sick, twisted kind of rebellion -- though his head starts to hurt a little if he thinks about why too long. That's always how it is, when Liet tries to put himself in Russia's boots.

Russia's smile broadens at Liet's comment. He knows, in some distant, sane part of himself, that Liet isn't telling the entire truth. He knows that the other boy only says these things to avoid punishment. That same part of Russia truly does wish he could find a way to make Lithuania's words sincere. Russia, despite his quests for power and control, wants everyone to be happy. Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia... not to mention his own people. Everything he does, he does it in what he views will be in their best interest. Sometimes, that includes making them suffer. Too many riots, wars, and bloodstained streets over the course of history has twisted him past knowing which of his methods are good and which will only end in more deaths. His citizens may be living in suspended fear of being sent to labor camps, but they are making their country better. They're making their lives better, which means that they'll all be happy in the end... right?

Time has made sure that such methods are all Russia knows.

Finally, he lets go of Lithuania and turn towards him. "And now that I know where you're staying, I won't have any problems making sure you're safe! Because this is your first night in Wonderland, I'll stay by your side tonight and make sure nothing bad happens to you!"

Not that he suspected anything would, but he wasn't giving Liet a choice in this one. His shack would be fine. (Not like anyone would want to steal anything out of it, anyway.) Of course, he'd have to go get his guns in the morning, but he could easily defend Liet with only his pipe tonight. Russia also refrains from specifying exactly when he plans to leave Liet alone, instead switching to an entirely different topic.

"Are you hungry, Lithuania? I could show you to the kitchen if you are."

Lithuania looks a little shaken, and understandably so. Russia's smile could throw off anyone -- and even though Lithuania's had plenty of time to accommodate himself to it, it hasn't made him feel any better when he sees it.

"Oh... really? Do bad things happen sometimes, the first night?" Lithuania doesn't think so -- wouldn't somebody have warned him? -- but he's not going to argue with Russia regarding much of anything. He glances around, noting the one bed. Well, it isn't as if they haven't shared before... and it can't be as bad as sharing a bed with America had been. It had been years, but Lithuania still remembered America, tossing and turning and mumbling about all sorts of things in his sleep.

Russia switching the topic quickly doesn't phase Lithuania too much. It's something the two have always done around each other, after all. He's already assumed that Russia will leave him come morning, but somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks he knows better.

"Hungry?" he asks. "Oh, sure!" Lithuania's eyes light up -- maybe he could cook dinner for both of them. Russia was usually satiated when he'd been fed -- at least for a little while.

"I'm not willing to take the chance," Russia says brightly. He twirls his pipe a little, staring at Liet with his same, unreadable smile. "Now that you're here, I'm going to make sure no harm will come to you."

It's a nice sentiment, really, if no one considers the fact that 'keeping Lithuania safe' entails sharing the same bed, pipe clutched between them as Russia watches Liet drift off to sleep. It may be hard to fall asleep with someone like Russia so close to you, breathing down your neck all night and watching you like a dog watching a snared rabbit struggling to escape its trap. But, Liet will just have to manage. After all, being watched is a much better alternative to what else Russia could do.

He stops fiddling with his pipe. "Oh good! I'm starving, and I know your cooking is something to be desired."

Russia stands in the doorway, nodding his head towards the hallway. He wants Liet to go first. He's not about to let the boy out of sight for a while.

The sight of Russia saying such commonly reassuring things ("I'm going to make sure no harm will come to you") while twirling that pipe, the weapon that's laid such harm to Lithuania countless times in the past, is almost enough to make him lose his appetite. The knowledge that Russia is counting on him to cook now and will be... disappointed if Lithuania doesn't is the only thing that keeps him from backing out.

Russia stands at the doorway and Liet feels like a dog being let out of its kennel by its master. He just barely manages not to hang his head as he passes by Russia through the door, stopping suddenly and glancing towards him. "Ah... why don't we walk side-by-side?" he suggests, not quite wanting to walk in front of Russia, even if it is in a semi-public place. "That way you can lead me to the kitchen, since I don't know the way?"

Russia stops to consider this, a thoughtful look passing over his face. Too many thoughts rush through his head--side-by-side means I'll be able to touch him but if he's ahead I can keep an eye on him I can make him feel like he's completely in my power--and for a moment, he considers just forcing the boy forward anyways. But... he isn't quite in that foul of a mood yet, and guiding Liet to the kitchen behind him isn't the most productive option. (And, as we all know, Russia is all about efficiency.)

Finally, he smiles and nods. "Of course. Side-by-side."

His arm slides up to wrap around Lithuania's shoulders without the slightest bit of hesitation. With a little more force than necessary, he pulls the smaller nation close to him, essentially trapping Liet against his body. It's a little disappointing that he can't feel how Liet trembles through all of his heaving clothing, or hear how loud his heart beats every time Russia moves closer to him. Russia misses that.

He'd have to amend that tonight.

"Come, I'll show you to the kitchen!" He gives Liet a small pat on the shoulder before striding forward.

Lithuania hadn't been expecting this when he'd suggested they go side-by-side. He's walking, practically crushed alongside Russia's body, trying his best not to trip and fall. The two trek down the hall together, turning until they reach, behind some doors, a large kitchen. Lithuania's eyes widen at the sight. What's he going to do in a kitchen this size?

He somehow manages to turn and look up at Russia, eyes big. "Can I really use this place?" he asks. Even America's kitchen hadn't been this big, and America went big with everything.

Every once in a while, when Lithuania was with Russia, he could still feel happy. He wouldn't realize exactly what it was until later, but it was something that kept him with the man, instead of fighting against him. Lithuania knew that fight would be futile, and sometimes Russia even made him smile, so he convinced himself it wasn't truly all bad.

The sheer awe in Lithuania's voice is enough to make Russia chuckle. "Of course you can! This place is completely free for anyone to use. Besides..."

His eyes seem to drift off to stare beyond the kitchen in front of him, as if he were gazing dead-on into a dream. At the same time, his expression is eerily serene, and anyone familiar with him could easily recognize the joyful madness disguised behind a placid smile. He sqeezes Lithuania's shoulder a little too hard; whether done intentionally or not isn't clear. Russia's voice drops to a nearly a whisper. "This, all of this, is as good as mine."

Suddenly his eyes snap back towards Lithuania, once again wearing a mask of sanity with a cheerful smile in place. "I'm sure no one will have any issue with you using it any time you wish!" Because they wouldn't dare to force you to do anything. Not while I'm here.

Russia didn't have to say it to make it true.

He gives Lithuania a light pat on the same shoulder he had clutched with such bruising force only seconds before. "It's all yours, Liet."

Lithuania is simultaneously overjoyed and queasy -- a feeling he gets quite often around Russia. He's reminded suddenly of Russia's plan to take over Wonderland -- not surprising, considering Russia's goal to make everyone one with him. Lithuania hasn't met Wonderland, but he wonders what the Nation is like...

Pushing the thoughts of Russian conquest from his mind for now, Lithuania turns back to the kitchen, looking around. He goes from the oven (one of three, a gas oven with huge ranges) to the pantry door (an entire room all set off by itself?!) to the fridge (industrial sized and temperature controlled) in awe, looking every which way before finally turning to Russia, grinning.

"What should I cook for you?" he asks.

Russia has often thought the same question. Oh, he'd looked for Wonderland, but either the nation is extremely good at avoiding him or--and this is a notion he started considering only after several events--there is no nation of Wonderland. There are citizens, a ruler, and a vicious army, but as far as he can tell, no actual country.

Whether that will make annexation easier or harder, he'll find out in time.

He moves over to the fridge and removes (you guessed it) another bottle of vodka. "Ah, I'm thinking Kiev chicken and grechka."

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