Dear Diary, I no longer need you 1/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 10:53:57 UTC
I will warn you, right now... Yeah this is going to take a while to post. 11, 11 fills I think is what this is going to take. I got carried away~, I think. I realllyyy hope you like it, OP! ;~; -Liet!anon bow- orz
Belarus stared down at the pages in shock, her slender fingers following the words as her steel blue eyes gazed over them in disbelief. It had started out alright, the worn leather back book was old after all. Lithuania's handwriting was almost nicer than her own, small and neat and all too formal. Some of the pages were smeared a little, from being shut quickly or covered with something. And some of them were lightly rumpled, ink runny from obvious water damage-tears, she was guessing. That suited her just fine.
The brunette had written in this book a very complicated history. Not that of his people and his house, however. No, this was something much more personal to him. Belarus had been satisfied when she first ran across her brother's name.
Ivan is impossible. He wants too much from me, and I don't know what he's
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Dear Diary, I no longer need you 2/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 10:58:04 UTC
There were a few more entries, about his time spent in America's house, during his independence, and painful, angry entries about Poland taking Vilnius, and Germany seizing the Klaipeda region. Quickly, she turned the brittle pages. She needed to know more about her brother and that damned man, not his pointless troubles! She found an entry mentioning him again, around 1939.
He... he returned it to me. Vilnius, and the entire region. No one else was willing to help me. Even Raivis told me that I should give in to Feliks. But Ivan... He brought his soldiers right in, and he pushed Feliks out. He could have kept it, but instead he gave it to me. I've been independent for a while now, and I haven't even seen him much at all since he brought me back from Alfred's. God, his smile was so wide. I even thought I saw a little of that light I used to see. Has the Soviet been that good to him?Belarus bit her lip in agitation. Her brother had never lost any light to begin with! He had simply changed with time, as everyone did! That was all. This
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Dear Diary, I no longer need you 3/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:01:20 UTC
Only when he holds me can I forget everything else. The wars, the cold of Siberia, the suffering of my people time and time again... The pain of being helpless at the will of other nations, of having no one who will stand up with me. But Ivan loves me so much that he's done foolish things; to himself, and to me. I used to be terrified of that love, but now...There was more, but Belarus had read enough. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest, and her eyes stung with bitter tears. How dare he. How dare he think to insult her brother one moment and then want him the next! Lithuania had always been the favorite, and she had just lately come to grudgingly accept that. But there was always the knowledge in the back of her mind that told her that it wouldn't last forever. Lithuania would become independent again, and Russia would be left alone. Only she would stand beside him, only she would comfort him. And at last, they would become one
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Dear Diary, I no longer need you 4/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:05:10 UTC
“Yes... Only you. You see,” She watched him drink again, “I was wondering... Does it feel good, when my brother makes love to you?” She asked, her tone as deadpan as her cold expression. Lithuania promptly spit out the tea in his mouth, coating the cold window-pane with it. Choking, he turned wide green eyes to the female nation. After a bit of coughing, he managed to speak,
“W-what?” He nearly squeaked. Belarus' glare was set in place, however.
“Don't play innocent with me, Toris. I asked you, does it feel good when...” She stopped as Lithuania stood up, his chair grating on the floor as it scooted backwards
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Dear Diary, I no longer need you 5/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:08:48 UTC
“N... Natalia...” He pleaded, voice trembling slightly.
“Quiet.” The female snapped, cutting buttons four and five. Lithuania bit down on his lower lip, closing his eyes tightly as she finished cutting his buttons off. She then moved to his sleeves, expertly cutting the fabric until she could rip the rest of it away. Soon the brunette was left entirely without his shirt. The knife was lowered to his pants.
“Natalia...!” Snap, the button of his pants flew off of the bed entirely. He wiggled his hips uncomfortably as she gave a small smile, one that all too closely resembled one of her brother's grins.
“Now stay still, Toris. I don't intend to cut you...” She said flatly, as the tip of her knife poked through the fabric of his pants. Lithuania froze as suggested, though his heart was racing and his chest was rising and falling with panicked breaths. He thought about shouting for help, but then what exactly was he going to say? Russia's quiet little sister had drugged his tea and tied him up, and was slowly cutting off his clothing?!
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Dear Diary, I no longer need you 7/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:17:17 UTC
“What don't I understand, Toris?” She still spoke his name with a bitter edge. As she spoke she was moving, lifting from his thighs again, “I don't understand how you seduced my brother with this lascivious body,” Her knee pressed between Lithuania's thighs, forcing its way upwards until he gave a gasp, “Or how you write such one-sided and horrible words about him,” Pulling his leg out by use of her own, she effectively spread Lithuania's apart.
“Stop this...!”
“Not until you understand!” Belarus replied, her normally calm voice a little breathless now. Her fingertips trailed up along the inside of his thighs, and Lithuania's back arched a bit as he bit back a gasp. “He touches you here, doesn't he?” She asked, nails tickling lightly as he tugged at his wrists and bound ankle again, refusing to answer. “He strokes you, says things to you,” She was glad that the words in the diary had been unreadable for that part, for she had no desire to know what Russia said to this man in these moments. Because she hated to admit it, but the
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Dear Diary, I no longer need you 8/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:20:24 UTC
“It never hurts when brother does it?” She found that hard to believe, after all. Someone as great and strong as her brother, it had to be at least a little painful... Lithuania confirmed her thoughts, as he merely closed his eyes and let his lips fall slack, controlling his breathing once again. “I knew it...” She sounded almost pleased, as she thrust her fingers deep. Lithuania knew just what to do to counter the pain, so she had been right. But even if it was painful, there had to be something good about it, right? After all, this man had gotten so used to it that he now presumed to crave it... Her deep reaching fingers found something then. It was small, but it was harder than the soft area around it. In fact, the only reason that she thought anything of it at all was the fact that just as she brushed it, Lithuania shouted
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Dear Diary, I no longer need you 9/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:22:55 UTC
Slipping from the bed, she refused to look back at him. Lithuania was limp in his restraints now, skin still damp with sweat, swiftly chilling in the cool air of the room. Even a mess like that, he looked... She shook her head to clear the image, slipping off the sash at waist to wipe her soiled hand off.
A strong knock on the door drew the attention of both nations, and a small whimper from Lithuania. A voice followed, “Toris~, are you awake~?” It was playful almost, and just loud enough to be heard through the door. Russia.
“Quiet.” Belarus hissed.
“It doesn't matter... He'll come in even if I am.” As if on cue, the door began to open. Bela dug her nails into Lithuania's thigh.
“Tell him to-!”
“Please, wait a moment, Ivan-san!” Lithuania called out. His voice was tired, and trembled slightly. The door stopped, only open a crack. Nothing he could say would make Russia leave, however, and he bit his lower lip to keep from giving a whimper of fear. What was he going to do, finding him like this? With Belarus“...Is something the
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Dear Diary, I no longer need you 10/11
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:24:48 UTC
“Where did she touch you, Toris?” Russia implored, placing his knee onto the bed, causing it to dip a little as he climbed on. His fingers touched Liet's right shoulder, the usual place he started with when caressing his back, and the brunette jerked away on instinct. His forearm was grabbed in an iron grip-though not held tightly, and he found himself pulled back against Russia's broad chest. The larger nation wrapped him in those long arms of his, only his shirt between them. Lithuania could feel the blond's heart beating rapidly against his back, echoing his own. “Don't do that, Toris. Those are our scars, I can touch them whenever I want to.” He whispered into Lithuania's ear, hot breath tickling the hair there. A shudder ran from Lithuania's body, from the top of his head down to his toes
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Dear Diary, I no longer need you 11/11 [END x.x]
anonymous
January 24 2009, 11:28:52 UTC
And as he sank his slickened member into his most favored person that night, and listened to his grateful cry, he knew that his words were true. As did the Lithuanian who arched back into the larger body above his own, relieved beyond belief that Russia had reclaimed him. It was true what he had written, every word. And while he used to fear the possessive love of the man thrusting into him without holding back, now he only felt relieved. Even as he felt the acute pain that accompanied these claiming thrusts, only pleasured moans passed his lips. Russia wouldn't reject him, not even if he was filthy, or tainted or ruined. Because he was the one who had made him like this, and nothing could change that. And as Russia began to pant into his ear, “Mine, mine, mine...!” like some sort of childish proclamation, mixed with a sacred mantra, he could only silently agree
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OP!anon here
anonymous
January 24 2009, 20:10:48 UTC
FFFfffTt I LOVE YOU Liet!Anon, you don't have idea of how much...Orz...I can't even describe how awesome is this... I'm so going to illustrate more of this! ♥ xD I got so happy to read parts that I actually drew while you were working on it >3> I-L-U ♥♥♥
Also, I was the one to write that said Russ/Liet/Bela fic mentioned after this confession, you're no more anon xP btw, "Dear Diary..." is excellent fic as always
Bonuses:
Bela finds out that Toris is addicted to Ivan's twisted love for him and gets mad at him for it.♥
Some RussiaxLithuania to balance the Het.♥♥
Even though it's Belarus, Lithuania IS NOT HAPPY AT ALL with the whole situation ♥♥♥
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Belarus stared down at the pages in shock, her slender fingers following the words as her steel blue eyes gazed over them in disbelief. It had started out alright, the worn leather back book was old after all. Lithuania's handwriting was almost nicer than her own, small and neat and all too formal. Some of the pages were smeared a little, from being shut quickly or covered with something. And some of them were lightly rumpled, ink runny from obvious water damage-tears, she was guessing. That suited her just fine.
The brunette had written in this book a very complicated history. Not that of his people and his house, however. No, this was something much more personal to him. Belarus had been satisfied when she first ran across her brother's name.
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He... he returned it to me. Vilnius, and the entire region. No one else was willing to help me. Even Raivis told me that I should give in to Feliks. But Ivan... He brought his soldiers right in, and he pushed Feliks out. He could have kept it, but instead he gave it to me. I've been independent for a while now, and I haven't even seen him much at all since he brought me back from Alfred's. God, his smile was so wide. I even thought I saw a little of that light I used to see. Has the Soviet been that good to him?Belarus bit her lip in agitation. Her brother had never lost any light to begin with! He had simply changed with time, as everyone did! That was all. This ( ... )
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“W-what?” He nearly squeaked. Belarus' glare was set in place, however.
“Don't play innocent with me, Toris. I asked you, does it feel good when...” She stopped as Lithuania stood up, his chair grating on the floor as it scooted backwards ( ... )
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“Quiet.” The female snapped, cutting buttons four and five. Lithuania bit down on his lower lip, closing his eyes tightly as she finished cutting his buttons off. She then moved to his sleeves, expertly cutting the fabric until she could rip the rest of it away. Soon the brunette was left entirely without his shirt. The knife was lowered to his pants.
“Natalia...!” Snap, the button of his pants flew off of the bed entirely. He wiggled his hips uncomfortably as she gave a small smile, one that all too closely resembled one of her brother's grins.
“Now stay still, Toris. I don't intend to cut you...” She said flatly, as the tip of her knife poked through the fabric of his pants. Lithuania froze as suggested, though his heart was racing and his chest was rising and falling with panicked breaths. He thought about shouting for help, but then what exactly was he going to say? Russia's quiet little sister had drugged his tea and tied him up, and was slowly cutting off his clothing?! ( ... )
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“Stop this...!”
“Not until you understand!” Belarus replied, her normally calm voice a little breathless now. Her fingertips trailed up along the inside of his thighs, and Lithuania's back arched a bit as he bit back a gasp. “He touches you here, doesn't he?” She asked, nails tickling lightly as he tugged at his wrists and bound ankle again, refusing to answer. “He strokes you, says things to you,” She was glad that the words in the diary had been unreadable for that part, for she had no desire to know what Russia said to this man in these moments. Because she hated to admit it, but the ( ... )
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A strong knock on the door drew the attention of both nations, and a small whimper from Lithuania. A voice followed, “Toris~, are you awake~?” It was playful almost, and just loud enough to be heard through the door. Russia.
“Quiet.” Belarus hissed.
“It doesn't matter... He'll come in even if I am.” As if on cue, the door began to open. Bela dug her nails into Lithuania's thigh.
“Tell him to-!”
“Please, wait a moment, Ivan-san!” Lithuania called out. His voice was tired, and trembled slightly. The door stopped, only open a crack. Nothing he could say would make Russia leave, however, and he bit his lower lip to keep from giving a whimper of fear. What was he going to do, finding him like this? With Belarus“...Is something the ( ... )
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I believe the term is epic.
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after this confession, you're no more anon xP
btw, "Dear Diary..." is excellent fic as always
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