http://lietuvabrangi.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lietuvabrangi.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2009-01-29 10:30 pm

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Who: Lithuania ([livejournal.com profile] lietuvabrangi) and Russia ([livejournal.com profile] sunflowersunday)
Where: Lithuania's room (1-216)
When: Evening.
Rating: PROBABLY PRETTY BAD we'll go with PG-13 for now, for violence.
Summary: Lithuania's getting busted. It all started here!



Lithuania's stomach has been twisting and turning all day long. His nerves have been on edge, and he hasn't been able to do much of anything but sit there, twisting his hands, staring out the window into the frozen wasteland below and just worry.

The flag is tucked away somewhere safe for now, yes, but Liet knows he can't do much to hide himself, and Russia's already said that he's going to hurt him -- there'd been no pretenses.

It must mean that Russia is really angry, Lithuania thinks, and he shudders, again, sitting on the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and just staring at the room beyond, not watching anything specific, but thinking.

He remembers, specifically, the time he stayed on a "sleepover" with Poland -- the man had somehow caught a glimpse of his back, and when Lithuania had stepped out of the bathroom, Poland had actually asked him what had happened. Lithuania had seized up, hadn't even known what to say...

That feeling from back then doesn't even compare to what Lithuania is feeling now. And even though Lithuania knows something is coming, he has to sit around and wait for it, and that is the worst of it, absolutely.

He stares at the door, waiting for it to open, willing himself to disappear. If Poland were here...

Lithuania almost laughs at himself. What could Poland really do? Anything? And even if he would, Lithuania could never ask him to take blows that Poland hadn't even earned.

This is his punishment. He has to take it. And that's all there is to it.

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-01-30 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Too bad Lithuania is looking in the wrong direction.

The bitter cold bites at his exposed face. It's nothing Russia isn't already accustomed to, but that doesn't mean he hates it any less. Even if he can't see him, he knows General Winter is there. He's always there when Russia's going into a downward spiral, for better or for worse. Usually for worse though, and tonight is no exception. Not even vodka is enough to warm his face or the ice he can feel squeezing at his heart. (Rage? Yes. Depression? Getting there. The realization that each step he takes towards Liet is just another it to his already unstable sanity? Definitely). He can't even see the moon, it's so dark.

That probably makes his entrance via breaking Liet's window and crawling through all the spookier. Good thing the smaller nation lives on the first floor. Jumping out of planes is more hassle than it's worth.

The shards of glass crunch under his boots as he stands upright, eyes as joyless and cold as the snow peer out through the shadows of his bangs. Of course, Russia doesn't forget his seemingly gentle smile.

"You waited for me!" His voice is strangely happy, perhaps genuinely so. "So you're not stupidly willful. Good, Liet."

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-01-31 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Even the warmth of the room doesn't warm Russia in the slightest. No, it always seems like he's damned to be perpetually cold. Despite his cruelty, despite the death and terror he brings, he constantly wonders why he deserves that fate. It's not as though he was always as he is now. But, even in the furthest reaches of Russia's memories, back when he was no more than a bulk of land chained by the Mongols, he remembers the cold. He still feels that cold, inside and out, as he approaches Lithuania. He swings an arm forward to reveal his pipe, hanging loosely at his side like a metal hammer.

"I'm here because you lied," he whispers. He crawls to kneel on the bed directly in front of Liet, hands on either side of the smaller nation. His face is so close to Liet's, the other nation would be able to smell the vodka on his breath and see the anger in Russia's eyes. "You held onto contraband, you deceived me, now you continue to hide it."

Without warning, his smile drops and he grabs Liet's throat--not quite tight enough to choke him, but with enough pressure make him acutely aware that Russia could choke him.

"Did the press ban not leave enough of an impression on you? Did the eradication of the 'Forest Brothers' not make you consider that going against me would be a very bad idea?"

He releases his hold on Liet's throat only to strike him in the ribcage with his pipe. Another blow to the shoulder, and Russia grabs a fistful of Lithuania's hair and pins the smaller nation to the bed with his body.

"You can't leave," he murmured in Liet's ear. If the Baltic cares to listen closely, he can hear the desperation shining through Russia's rage. His voice his shaking slightly as he grips Lithuania even tighter. "I won't let you leave me. I swear, things will get better! Y-you're still wealthy, you don't have the deaths I have, things will be even better for you! You just can't leave."

As Russia's lips brush against Liet's ear, he starts muttering under his breath. It sounds a bit like kolkolkolkolkol...

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-02-01 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Lithuania crying is something Russia had expected from the beginning. He doesn't really enjoy it, though.

"Because I have to make sure you'll stay." He grabs Lithuania by the shoulders, paying little mind to the one he'd struck, shoving the nation onto his back so that he can see Russia's face. The calm smile has melted away, revealing a frantic expression twisted by anger and maybe even sorrow.

"Because you lied to me, you lie to me about everything!" His voice is unnaturally loud and high, almost to the point of screeching. Glaring down at Lithuania with wild eyes shrouded in shadows, he picks up his pipe again, raising it above his head, aiming directly at Liet's head--

...and he drops it. It clatters harmlessly to the floor. Russia's hands are shaking. Tears tainted by pollution sting his eyes and start to leak down his cheeks. He grabs Liet again and starts shaking him violently.

"I just want everyone to be happy with me! They're all leaving or dying or suffering and I'm trying so hard to fix it, and I know you hate me! Latvia hates me and Estonia hates me, but as long as you fear me you'll stay with me and tell me that you like me!"

He stops shaking Liet and clutches his hands over his heart. "I have to hurt you, or you'll hurt me and then you'll leave me and I can't let that happen!"

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-02-01 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Russia's eyes narrow a little at the use of his other name, but he doesn't say anything on it. By now the tears have stopped flowing, leaving behind reddened eyes. Worst of all, he's smiling again. He looks almost apologetic, and maybe he is.

"I wish I knew how, Toris. I really do. I thought I was..." A soft and sincere voice can't disguise the words he's speaking. He wishes he could tell Lithuania that he really does, that the land and power mean nothing to him. He wishes he could make Lithuania and his people happy. He wishes that his rules will work and his crops won't fail and everything will be right.

But he's had enough lies for the day.

"I care, Liet," which isn't far from the truth. "I care so much, I want you to be one with me."

Suddenly he draws a pistol from his belt and presses the barrel just below Liet's jaw. He once again pins the smaller nation down with his body, face only inches from Lithuania's. Russia is smiling and staring at him with curiosity false kindness.

"Give me proof that you care, Lithuania."

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-02-01 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Russia's expression doesn't change despite knowing every word Lithuania says is true. He'd survived years without Lithuania--he had even stood strong through the years Lithuania and Poland held so much more power than him, back when he'd been vulnerable to them and was disregarded by the rest of the world--but he isn't so sure how well he would fare when if Liet ever gains independence.

"I remember," he murmurs. He cocks the gun back, pushing it harder against Liet's throat, and he begins stroking his hair. "You have such a big heart, Liet. It can be an annoyance, but it's something I love about you. I can't lose you."

Russia leans in, brushing the tears from the smaller nation's eyes as he kisses him. Russia's always admired how Industrialization hasn't tainted Lithuania the way it's tainted him. Chapped lips, dried cropland, it's all the same. He's being being gentle; the other hand moves to stroke Liet's face.

He pulls away. He keeps smiling. "I would never kill you, Lithuania, I need you. There's no reason to so afraid of me."

And then he pulls the gun away and presses it against his own temple. Russia is still smiling softly. "But would you cry if I died?"

He doesn't give Liet the chance to answer. He pulls the trigger.

Click.

It was never loaded in the first place.

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-02-06 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Russia's smile broadens. "So you would."

Good.

He laughs, airy and light-hearted, and he pats Lithuania on the head. It's as though he doesn't notice Liet's crying, acting like he doesn't acknowledge anything that has just happened. Russia climbs off him. He stuffs his gun back in his belt, picks up his pipe, and stands right next to where Liet has curled in on himself.

"I will be sure to get you a new flag tomorrow," he says, staring down at the smaller nation. "It'll be even better than your old one!"

He had considered ensuring that the flag would be destroyed along with what little national pride Lithuania had. But that could wait until another day. Besides, it was never the physical object that mattered so much to him anyway. After all, extinguishing a flame of hope--for freedom, for rebellion, for anything but a future forever beside Russia--is a bit more difficult than pouring all of his vodka across the floors, letting a smoking ember fall, and watching the world burn.

Russia had practice in both of these areas.

He sits down beside Liet, staring at him with the same deceptively kind smile that, if seen through teary eyes, is always warped to what it truly is. "Would you like something to drink, Lithuania?"

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-02-11 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Never had Russia expected Lithuania to resort to physical violence--or, at least, never again. The days of invasions, of clashes with Commonwealth that had left pieces of himself for the taken and blood flowing from his wounds, had long passed... hadn't they? Lithuania and Poland had been split apart, shuffled around between himself and Germany and America for years before, inevitably, Liet would return home to Russia, where he belonged. Oh sure, the Baltic State rebelled, they all did, in their own quiet ways. It was annoying, but nothing Russia couldn't handle.

The slap didn't hurt too badly. The sound of the blow, however, echoed across the room as loud as a gunshot, and it hurt his ears a little.

Russia's smile slipped away.

By some grace of God, the powerful nation didn't react with a harsher blow. His shock and befuddlement outweighed his wrath just enough (for the moment) that he only gave Lithuania a bland look.

"That doesn't answer my question."

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-02-12 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Russia ignores Lithuania's tears, nodding and smiling. "I will offer you vodka later to warm yourself from this bitter cold! You should truly consider leaving your window unlocked more often."

He pats Lithuania's head as if he were gently scolding a small child. Russia doesn't stop to think about how demeaning his actions are. By now the sweet, belittling gestures are completely natural to him; whether he realizes just how degrading it is to Lithuania to be treated in such a way or not, the fact remains that he sees nothing wrong with what he's doing.

He hardly sees anything he does as wrong anymore.

Russia will ponder on Lithuania's punishment for lashing out later. In the mean time, the most excruciating torture he can think of is making the Baltic State wait, never knowing when he'll be reprimanded. When his security drops just a hair, when Lithuania begins to wonder if he'll ever be punished, Russia will be there, all smiles and cold, biting rage.

Maybe he'll use the whip again. That method seems to have a lasting effect. Oh sure, Liet may cry again, but it will all before Lithuania's own good in the end.

At the moment, Russia merely continues to smile. He stands and offers a hand to Lithuania.

"Your bruises are beginning to blossom. Come, let's get you cleaned up and put some ice on them."

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-02-14 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Russia's smile doesn't wane in the slightest when he hears Lithuania cry out. It's a vocal declaration that his punishment had worked, that Lithuania has a physical reminder of why he should never, ever leave Russia's side. The cracks and bruises are only a trivial thing, really, compared to mental scarring that will always be with Liet, clawing at his mind every time he thinks of freedom.

It may not be the ideal situation, but it works, and he's truly doing Lithuania a service by not allowing him to leave. Really.

The laugh isn't what Russia expected. His expression flickers for a moment, flashing to a startled sort of confusion, a kid who watches his tormented dog wag its tail. Then the smile returns to his face, brighter than ever and strangely earnest. Lithuania's laugh is almost identical to the ones Russia had before 1905, where the abuse from other nations began to unravel him, where the Crimean War and his constant losses to Sweden and the Commonwealth had started to unhinge the carefully placed screws in Russia's mind.

He wonders if Lithuania is unraveling. He wonders if it would be better if he truly is. Russia certainly wouldn't mind the company in his insanity.

He laughs with Liet, staring at the smaller nation with fondness and maybe a bit of triumphant madness. "I love hearing you laugh, especially after our time together! Such a rare thing to hear from you."

To his credit, Russia tries to be gentle as he leads Lithuania towards the bathroom. He doesn't slow his normal pace and more or less drags the Baltic towards it, but he's sure to hold Liet's hand the entire way and to coax him with small, reassuring phrases like Come, come, you will be okay, you don't need to be afraid and I will fix you, Lithuania, just like I am fixing the world.

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-03-01 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Lithuania really has been let off easily. Possessing a Lithuanian flag from pre-Soviet times is strictly banned. The Germans may have ignored the dangers of allowing Lithuanians their small act of patriotism, but Russia's not going to be careless. He can't take any chances when it came to keeping Liet close to him.

Though he has absolutely no qualms with abusing the Baltic--truthfully, he even enjoys it at times on some sick level--it's hardly good conduct to leave a valuable ally in such disarray. Russia sets his pipe aside to shuffle around in the medicine cabinet. When he finds what he needs, he grabs Lithuania by the armpits, hoisting him in the air as if he weighed nothing, and sets him not-to-gently onto the toilet seat.

He doesn't even ask before he starts unbuttoning Lithuania's shirt. In Russia's mind, he doesn't need to.

[identity profile] sunflowersunday.livejournal.com 2009-03-03 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Russia smiles. Even though he's kneeling, he's eye-level with Lithuania. "I can't tend to your wounds if I can't see them, can I?"

As he continues unbuttoning the shirt, he starts humming--some tuneless, mellow folk song. Anyone watching wouldn't be wrong to guess that Russia is thoroughly enjoying himself. Now that Lithuania's little rebellion has been smothered and he's back in his proper place, Russia has the chance to fix him up again. The fact that he'd been the one to cause the wounds in the first place makes very little difference to him. The only way the situation could be better is if Lithuania had come running to him for help! Whispering apologizes, kneeling in front of Russia, begging for the larger nation to forgive him for his grievous errors, teary eyes filled with hope that Russia will save him...

Perhaps another day.

The last button is unfastened, and Russia wastes no time removing it. He tugs at Lithuania's tie roughly, removing it with little grace, then unbuttoning the white undershirt. No blood stains, but Russia's a little excited to see just how severe the bruises are. One the final layer is remove, he's far from disappointed. Terrible blue and yellow bruises have already blossomed where Russia's pipe had stricken Lithuania, discolored and undoubtedly painful.

Still, it's far from the worst he's ever done. Bruises fade, bones mend. Lashes last a lifetime.