Russia x Lithuania

Russia x Lithuania-Control


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"Toris, would you so kind as to sort these papers out by date da?"

"Have you finished with the house chores, because I have more upstairs, if you wouldn't mind?

"Toris, when you're through with kitchen, I would enjoy some tea and vodka, thank you"

Task, after task, after task was all poor Lithuania was given from the taller nation, well known as Russia.
He understood well that Ivan kept him as a subordinate and was meant to follow every rule and work requested but it was all getting too much. Toris couldn't have any time to himself. Even on his days off, there would always be a phone-call to him from Ivan, implying how urgent it was for him to return.

It had now become a typical routine. Toris would arrive early at Ivan's home, complete all tasks and chores, make tea (with the occasional vodka) and there would always be left over paper work or forms to sigh and organize. At first, the brunette didn't mind, but as the months passed he started to consider the fact that Ivan could surly do half of these things himself. Perhap's the taller nation considered Toris as a slave, maybe he was too insecure about his younger sister, Belarus, would be stalking his home and didn't want to risk being alone. Either reason, Toris would have to confront this problem face to face, soon. Even if the consequences would be another form of pain and disappointment.

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The next day, Toris carried on with his main task of bringing Ivan his tray of tea. It was always risky to forget the vodka as he'd be sent back only to return to a purple aura surrounding the previous nation. Though maybe this small fault would encourage his self-esteem if he got asked.
Toris stopped at the office doors. He knew well enough to knock before entering, though since his hands were used to balance the silver platinum tray, he had to make do with a small voice.

"I-Ivan?" he never could manage his full name without stuttering "I've brought you you're tea"

There was a pause before a reply came from inside.

"Yes, come in, da"

Luckily, the tone of the taller nations voice sounded light and easy which meant he wasn't under any stress, which also meant less pain and bullying for the smaller male. Still, Toris entered slowly with caution.
Seeing Ivan sat at his desk leaning over with a pen in one hand encouraged him to walk through and carefully place the tray at the edge of the desk so as not to get in the way. Toris gave a small nod at Ivan's grateful smile then risked walking out without another word. However, the brunette never had the best luck. Just as his hand reached the door handles, that soft child-like voice halted his actions.

"Oh, one moment Toris, I wish to have a word with you"

There was a short pause

"Is it to do with more work, Ivan?" Toris still had his back turned to the taller nation so there was no telling what that tone meant.

"Well, of course da, that is why you are here, isn't it?"

That seemed to end all of Torise's patience. Ivan may have spoken in his usual calm tone, filled with nothing but innocence, but that wasn't what the smaller nation cared about. That simple question left a scarred mark in Torise's head that, for once, could not go forgotten. Enough was enough.

The said nation turned to face Ivan but his face was a mask of annoyance, one the taller nation had yet to experience.

"I may come here to do your damn chores, even ones you could easily take care of one your own...But that isn't the reason I exist!"

He didn't wait for the sadist to talk back. Now Toris started, he couldn't seem to stop. All the years of wanting to speak up and let his own opinion be heard but forced to stay silent, suddenly came back to him and he felt powerful, something he'd never dreamed to experience.

"I don't care if I was chosen to be your subordinate. Stop taking me for granted!"

Toris finally stopped to inhale a few breathes of air. For a precious moment, he felt relieved, like he'd managed to cut through strong binds of rope that held great weights to him and he could finally walk without stumbling.

That was until he realised who he stood up to and a gloved hand came up to cover his mouth. Toris managed to make eye contact with the taller nation. Light blue eyes stared hesitantly into deep violet ones. Ivan seemed at ease than expected, lips slightly parted with confusion; eyes blinking from the previous scene. Pose relaxed but still.
Then the worst came. The taller nation's mouth now formed a careful smile and those eyes locked hard onto Torise's.

"That was a very daring speech, da; I quite respect you for that"

Ivan straitened up in his chair so his body faced towards the smaller nation.

"However, it seems you've foolishly forgotten who's in control"

Toris gave a small yelp, all that confidence and power leaving his body which now began trembling like it always did when facing a ticked off Russia.
As the sadist rose to his feet, that dark, flaring aura hovered over his body, making him look taller and scarier than ever.

"It looks as though I'll have to put you back in place, da" How that voice remained unchanged and out of contrast to his appearance would never be answered.

Instinct taking over, the brunette tried his usual remedy of easing the grudge.

"Ahahaha yes, of course, what on earth was I thinking, stepping out of line, I must be stressed from working but I assure you, Ivan it won't happen again, I promise, you don't to do anything un-"

A large hand slamming against the wall beside Torise's head silenced the stuttering and brought his wide eyed gaze back to Ivan's, who had left his chair and was now leaning over the terrified nation.
The taller nation's breath ghosted over Torise's forehead, a typical height issue.

"Next time, you should think through you're sentences before allowing them to be heard, it's too late for apologies, I'm afraid"

Those were his final word's before Ivan caught hold of the brunette's wrist, bringing him away from the chance of escaping and slamming the fragile body on top of his desk, papers fluttering around the room from the impact.

Toris had his eyes tightly shut to allow the pain in his back to ease through the rest of his body. When allowing them to slowly open again, the smaller nation felt similar stinging of tears erupting but tried to blink them back. Two strong hands's gripped his waist and forced Toris to flip onto his stomach.
The weight of Ivan's body pressed against the smaller nations back and he shuddered when feeling musky breath against his ear.

"What happened to that strong voice of yours Toris, it actually surprised me how such a shy form like you could eventually grow so fierce"

Using one hand to support his weight, the sadist used his free one to slide up the brunette's shirt and feel warm skin, sliding it over his stomach and chest.

The feeling of long finger's caused a fierce jerk in Torise's spine and had his poor weak body squirming helplessly. Nothing but whines and silent protests were heard.
Ivan smirked knowingly.

"But I think I defiantly prefer your voice when it's shaking with fear and calling my name out, da"

Terrified of what the taller nation would do next, the brunette didn't dare risk saying the wrong thing and chose to remain silent, only allowing his lip's to part open to moan silently. A long tongue worked its way along the back of his neck, tasting tiny drops of sweat and feeling how they vibrated from trembling flesh.
This was never meant to happen, this had never have been considered an option of what Russia was capable of. Not now, not ever. The worst thing was Toris knew he had only himself to blame for encouraging the taller nation in so many ways.

Ivan, deciding to leave the front for now, slowly moved his hand up Torise's neck (smirking when feeling the shudder again) until he grabbed the back cuff of the white shirt. He didn't notice blue eyes widening as he gave a fierce tug, so hard it caused the fabric to tear off and the owner to yelp a second time.

There was a long pause. The smaller nation had braced himself for Ivan's next punishment...but it never came. That's when he decided to turn his head to hesitantly look up at the sadist. Toris was surprised to find him back to a timid child look. The aura was long gone and his eyes were now pools of curiosity. The smirk was wiped away too.

"I-Ivan...what's wrong?" Toris decided now would be a safe time to speak, while the sane part of the nation was showing.

He did not get an answer though. Ivan continued to stare down...at his back?
At first the smaller nation pondered on this. Perhaps he was staring past him, maybe at some ruined paperwork or the spilled tray of tea and vodka; after all, he had the stuff every day.

Then it came to him.

"The scar's" Toris thought "The ones on my back"

He was correct. There was another moment of unbearable silence that the brunette was desperate to break but decided to let the taller nation come to his senses. It all payed off in the end.

"When did you get these, I can't remember you having so many, da" Ivan eyed the smaller nation back up and down, those red mark's perfectly marvelled into pale flesh intriguing him.

Toris raised an eyebrow, very lightly.

"Ivan, don't you remember those?"

Then again, the taller nation had experienced a lot of violence, whether he caused it or received it; memory was his most vulnerable skill which he never liked to use for certain reasons.

But now, from what Toris could see, the violet eyes slowly filled with a slight hint of guilt.

"I did this to you?" it wasn't clear if the sadist was asking the brunette or himself.

Before Toris could guess, Ivan spoke again.

"I did this to you" This time it wasn't a question.

Ivan had obviously tracked through his mind back to wear he had taken the poor Lithuanian in a maids dress. And how the back was tear'd up and soaked with blood. A whip hanging from one hand, the other held a handful of brown hair. If this image wasn't enough, the piecing sound's of cracking and screams were.

The taller nation let the image fade away before calmly removing himself from Toris, sitting on the edge of the desk, looking down at his lap. Just as long as he didn't spare the brunette a glance, anywhere would do.
This sudden change in character worried the smaller nation.

"Ivan, you don't need to feel bad or anything, that was long ago" Toris tried a rushed attempt to comfort the sadist.

Another pause passed by. It was a relief when the taller nation spoke again, but not in his usual tone.

"The thing is...I can't even remember why I beat you" He turned his head to face Toris "You must have been very scared of me"

The brunette momentarily broke eye contact. He couldn't lie, those days of agony still haunted his quiet nights of sleep.

"Are you still afraid of me, da?"

Toris was immediately drawn back to the other. Eyes now wide with shock, he had never expected such a question to come from Ivan. He never was the one to care what people thought of him, it was always typical of Ivan to speak his opinion and remain innocently contempt while often wondering why the other nation's would be shuddering from the previous speech.

The hesitated answer caused the taller nation to misunderstand.

"That was a stupid question to ask, was it?"

"Huh? No, no Ivan!" Toris stuttered in a rush

Now was the challenge of healing Russia of a guilty memory. This wasn't going to be easy for poor Toris. Then again, he knew well he started this whole debate (though he never did plan to put his scarred back full on display) so in the least favour, he should make an attempt at comforting Ivan. It was pretty painful seeing the sadist like this in all honesty.

Toris thought for a long moment, a finger tapping impatiently against his head from annoyance. The fact that he could think of the wrong things to say in a matter of seconds yet now he needed some positive thoughts and nothing came.

Then finally a solution was found. The brunette smiled and carefully placed a small hand on Ivan shoulder. He kept blue eyes focused on violet ones when Ivan's head turned to look at him questioningly.

"Well, what you did was not considered abnormal, Ivan. You did do some terrible thing's...but...but so did everyone...I-it's how they get by as nations...by controlling others a-and doing bad things they...they gain control and respect. So you were just...well...you understand, don't you?"

Toris took this opportunity to hold his breath, mentally praying he wouldn't need to speak another word. He was starting to despise his own tongue. Until he saw that familiar smile spread to Ivan's face.

"Yes, I understand, da" He sat up straight "Thank you very much"

The smaller nation sighed happily. At least things could go back to normal. Weather that was good or bad wouldn't be Torise's opinion though.

As if reading his thought's Ivan stood up and began retrieving some of the scattered papers.

"However, I can see your point of view so perhaps I could help by giving you less chores and work, would you like that?"

This was completely un-expected and caught the brunette of guard. Still, he gave a few nods to show he weren't completely out of it.

The sadist gave one final smile "Very well, from this day on, I shall do my best to make your work more fair, as long as you do not remind me of our little past, da"

Toris managed a small smile "Yes sir...a-and thank you" A respectful bow was the only act of gratefulness he could think of.

But when Ivan's smile continued to hide his true mood, a purple aura crept from behind the tall man.

"But if you forget your place again, like today, I shall take you by force and won't feel the slightest bit of regret, okay?"


...Some things you couldn't change.