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Anyways, I would like to request a fic with Russia slowly but surely breaking down both mentally and emotionally after Lithuania's independence. And also Lithuania feeling extremely guilty about it. I doesn't have to be historically accurate. Just as long as it's filled with angst. Lots and lots of dark angst.
Bonus 1: If Russia tries to commit suicide countless of times but fails.
Bonus 2: If Russia becomes as emotionless and lifeless as a doll.
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And it's ok, take your time... no rush.
Anon wouldn't mind an unhappy ending at all. Adds more to the angst~
=D
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captcha sez: 'other tricolor'. Yes, Russia will be getting a tricolor flag by the end.
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12 March 1990: Lithuania declares independance from the Soviet UnionHe doesn't actually make the attempt. He reads the paper over so many times that the words blur in front of his eyes ( ... )
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Lithuania would not give in. The Soviet Union's headache would not go away, and he washed down six asprin tablets with a glass of vodka before he went to Vilnius. Just get the essential buildings. Cut off the head and the rest will follow. The image in his mind was that of a twisting snake, a boot stomping down to crush its head. When he took his boot away it twisted and looked up through eyes that were nothing but a smear of vitreous homour across its mangled skull, and hissed, and bit down on his ankle.
Which is all wrong, of course, he loves Lithuania, loves him like his own child, the Soviet Union only wants Lithuania to be happy and prosperous and safe. How does he expect to be safe all alone out there?
Lies, all lies, and the inside of his head echoes and aches. He steadies his coat over his shoulders, and carries his Marakov openly in his hand. He just has to make them see. He just has to tell the truth. Shut off the noise in their head ( ... )
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I want more, more, more~!!
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March 17, 1991: Union-wide referendum yeilds 80% popular support for the continued existance of the Soviet Union; Baltic states, Georgia, Armenia, and Moldova boycott the referendum
They want to stay with him. They do, and it sends a warm shock through him to think of it. His headache has not gone, but the Soviet Union has gotten used to it. He calls all of them, the good children, to his house and embraces them all, one by one. Ukraine and Belarus smile at him, stroke his shoulders, tell him everything will be fine, just fine, and he shouldn't worry, oh, he should't worry.
They blur in front of his eyes; it could be the headache, or the vodka, or the tears. He cannot stop weeping. He thinks it is from joy. Ask them, America kept saying, ask them what they want, so he asked and they want to stay. He keeps wiping his cheeks, and the tears keep falling. Belarus clings to his side, whispers in his ear that she loves him, she'll stay, no matter what else happens she'll stay ( ... )
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*ahem* this is interesting, writer anon. Please continue <3
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There's a crane blocking the road. Soldiers are raising a flag - white, blue, and red. The Soviet Union watches them and wonders whose side they are on, or if the question is meaningful anymore. That was the Russian Empire's flag, but the Russian Empire is dead. The Soviet Union remembers that, or maybe it was a dream. They looked just the same. He remembers watching the shocked look on the Empire's face as he raised his old sabre, remembers the shards of glass. There was no blood then. But the Russian Empire was well and truly dead, as dead as Vladimir-Suzdal and Muscovy and Novgorod. He realizes he isslumped against a building. Someone is asking him if he is alright. He can't even tell their name. An American, it takes him a second to place, and he almost laughs at how far he has fallen, if someone else's citizen is offering him help. Someone is shouting, and there's the noise of tromping feet.
His telephone rings. He picks it up one-handed and hides his pistol with the other. "What the fuck is going on?" Lithuania says ( ... )
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Where is Gorbachev? Where is Yeltsin? Which of them rules him now, or does it matter? He is sure it is not these men who are sending the tanks. He is sure, he reaches out and feels that same certainty in the gathering crowd, in the people walking everywhere, in the soldiers. In the soldiers?
It must have rained at some point; his coat is wet and his hair is soaked through, sticking to his skull. He watches. Yeltsin comes out of the White House, and oh, suddenly he is sure everything will be alright.
At three in the morning he finds a payphone. Somehow he doesn't think anyone will be asleep. He takes a fistful of tokens, tries to remember all the numbers. It shouldn't matter, phones go where he wants them to. But he can't get through to Estonia. Someone has taken over the Talinn telephone exchange and pulled out all the wires. We can all hear him, the Soviet Union thinks, and his hands are shaking ( ... )
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