WRNINGWARNINGWARNING!: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE! BEWARE!
It's [retty shorta, and not too graphic, but to be safe, I'm going to say THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M!
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YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

*ahem* Okay, well now that that's over with...
Yay! I didn't take forever to finish writing this chapter~! 8D
Aren't you all so proud of me? 8u8

Oh boy, this one is going to be exciting x3

I normally don't like using Japanese words because I'm writing in English, so it seems very odd to me, but I didn't know what to have Lithuania calling Russia other than "Russia-san" that would make it sound like an equivalent to that in English, because "Mr. Russia" just sounds weird... so sorry about that :C

Right from the very start, Toris had a bad feeling. No, he had a terrible feeling. The moment he stepped on to the plane, he knew something was going to go wrong.

He tried to ease his anxiety by remembering what Ludwig had said, "nothing ever goes as planned. That's why we're prepared for the enexpected," but it only made him worry more.

Ludwig knew what he was talking about; he knew what they were doing, but Toris just couldn't get his doubts to leave him. He tried to distract himself by making odd little designs with a package of airplane peanuts he'd recieved from the flight attendant, but all he gained from it was a feeling of idiocy when he got strange looks from the people sitting next to him.

Toris was thankful to see he had the seat by the window, considering how often he got carsick, but as soon as the plane got moving, it didn't seem to be doing much for him. He had a feeling that the churning in his stomach wasn't just from the plane, though. No matter what he did, he couldn't shake the worried feeling. Something was wrong, he could just feel it.

By the time he had reached Russia's house, he knew something wasn't right. Something just felt so wrong.

He got to the front door, hesitating before opening it. He first peeked his head in, and then, seeing no appearant danger, stepped inside.

"I-I'm home," he called, but got no response, which worried him.

"Hello, Toris," came a voice from behind him.

Toris nearly jumped back out the door.

"Oh, h-hello, Russia-san... I-I didn't see you there..."

Russia did not look amused.

"...And may I ask where you have been the last few days," he paused, purely to frighten the Lithuanian, "Toris?"

"I-I was at Feliks's house, Russia-san...I-I'm sorry, I didn't get a chance to say I was leaving."

"Is that so?" asked the Russian man, a seemingly innocent smile on his face.

"Y-yes, Russia-san."

Something was not right.

"How odd... I would think Feliks would have known if you had been at his house, da?"

"E-excuse me, Russia-san?"

"Don't you agree that it's a bit odd Feliks was not aware that you were at his house?"

"I'm sorry, Russia-san, I don't understand what you mean..."

What was going on? Was it possible that the plan could have failed so soon? Was all that work for nothing?

"I called Feliks just the other day, you see, and he said he did not know where you were... Now where were you really, Toris?"

Toris was speechless. He had no idea what to say. This wan't supposed to happen. Of all the things that could have gone wrong, it was the one thing they hadn't planned for. They hadn't even considered the possibility.

"Toris...?"

What could he say? He couldn't just tell him that he had been in Germany helping two other nations plan to take Prussia from him. He couldn't make up a new story either, because now Russia knew he didn't want him to know where he had been. Russia, however, knew how frightened the smaller nation was, and he was going to get the answer he wanted, even if he had to beat it out of him.

"Toris, it's time to tell me where you have been," he said, wearing his usual child-like smile. Toris was shaking, not knowing what to do. There was nothing he could say that wouldn't give away the plan. What would happen if he said nothing? Then what would Russia do?

That seemed to be the best choice if he wanted to keep the plan a secret. He would simply say nothing.

"Toris, why is it that you are not speaking? Tell me where you have been, and we can avoid using violence. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Toris was absolutely terrified, and Russia knew it. Even still, he remained silent. There were three other nations depending on him (even if only two of them knew it); he couldn't give in now.

Russia grabbed the smaller man by the collar of his shirt and, lifting him up off the ground, asked yet again, "Now, now, Toris. We wouldn't want to have to have you punished now, would we?" Despite the pain, the Lithuanian continued to keep his mouth shut. Toris could feel his shirt beginning to tear just before he was dropped to the ground. He looked up to see Russia towering over him, holding his pipe. Toris could have sworn he hadn't been holding it a second ago.

"Now would be a good time to tell me where you've been, da?"

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Gilbert was exhausted. He didn't even have the energy to scrape himself up off the floor. It had been days since he'd had any food or water.

He felt like a caged animal. He was like a caged animal.
...and abused caged animal.

The door creaked open, and as the tall shadowy figure Gilbert knew all too well stepped into the room, the only thought that went throught his head was shitshitshitshitshit!

As the figure walked toward him, he remained as still as he could. Maybe if he didn't breathe, that Russian bastard would think he had finally died.

He was overcome by a feeling of relief, however when a plastic bottle of water was placed on the floor in front of him, and the other man left him in peace.

Was he dreaming? He thought he must have gone mad, but when he reached out to touch the bottle of water, it was really there. He wrapped his fingers around the bottle, and used what strength he had left to pull himself upright. Quickly, Gilbert unsrewed the cap, and downed nearly the whole thing at once. He drank it so fast, he could barely taste it.

...What?

Water doesn't have flavor. It wasn't water, it was...vodka?

Was Russia being kind enough to help numb the pain before his next beating? No. He wouldn't.

Gilbert knew there was another reason he had given him alcohol, and he knew it wasn't good. As soon as the realization had hit him, he tried to gag himself, but it was to no avail. It was already beginning to take effect on him... what was the percentage of alcohol in vodka again...? What had he just been doing...? Where exactly was he? Why was it so dark? Why did he feel so dizzy...?

It all came back to him when the door reopened, and the tall, dark shadow walked toward him once again.

"W-whut're ya' doin' you b-basterd...?" he slurred with a small hiccup at the end.

"Who would have know it would be that easy to get you so drunk, da?"

"F-fuck you... *hic* y-you...wh-whut the hell're you try'n t' do?"

"It appears that you are no longer a secret. They're going to try to take you from me, but I won't let them."

"W-whut...? Whut're you talkn' about?"

Gilbert felt a cold hand on his shoulder.

"It will be easier if you cooperate, da?"

It all seemed to happen so fast. The alcohol made it difficult to process what was going on, but even still, Gilbert knew he was in trouble.

He felt himself embraced by the larger nation from behind. A cold, dangerous embrace. What was he doing? He didn't appear to have his pipe with him, so he wasn't going to beat him...

Gilbert was so busy trying to figure out what was happening, he almost didn't notice his pants being slid down. And then he realized what was happening.

He was going to...

Gilbert yelled out in pain as the stonger nation thrust into him without warning, showing no mercy to the weak, fragile body that used to be a strong, powerful country.

Unfortunately, his screams only excited the Russian more, and he thrust into him even harder. He tried to get away, but he was too weak, and he couldn't think straight. He was beginning to panic in his head.

There was no way out of this.

Sorry, that was kind of short, wasn't it...? D8

At least I got it done fairly quickly, right? xP

Ah, poor, poor Gilbert... 8'C
Gilbert, please forgive me~ ;n; I don't mean to like to torture you DD'8