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Red Moon	By : silverXblade Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Red Moon
- 2-Wasted Heart
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Lithuania sat in the study, legs bent up and tucked into his chest, arms locked around them. He quivered violently as tears spilled down his cheeks. He�d told Latvia and Estonia to go home and leave him be only moments before, beginning them, telling them how important it was to him that they remained safe. Estonia eyed him suspiciously, and he felt like the worst person in the entire world; he hated lying to them, especially little Latvia.

Lithuania�s heart beat so hard in his chest that he thought it might shatter his ribs. He heard very faint footsteps and suddenly the door opened, hinges creaking torturously. He had done what Russia asked of him, he always did, yet he was shrouded by an incredible fear. Something was not right about any of it. He�d heard Russia�s screams before he even reached the house.
�Kolkolkolkol��

He'd heard the crying, too.
Latvia and Estonia had surely heard the tumultuous sounds as well, and the last thing Lithuania wanted was for them to have to deal with the fast approaching, raging storm that was Russia. They usually could deal with the larger nation but not on this night.

Light spilled into the room, giving away his position. No sooner had Russia entered the room, Lithuania was pinned against the wall by that sturdy body.
He was so cold�
�Traitor.�
That voice was so calm, and though it was a lot higher pitched and softer than most of the other nations he knew, it still made him shudder. Those eyes radiated a purple danger, a warning, and then that smile�
Lithuania saw that Russia had undeniably been crying.
�I only did what you asked of me Ivan��
Russia slapped him hard and pressed himself harder into the smaller man.
�I never asked you to make Yao sick.�
�But�!� Lithuania struggled against the larger nation, a new wave of tears falling. The pungent scent of vodka lingered about them, Russia�s heavy breaths becoming more frantic the more Lithuania denied him an answer. �The last time you asked me to do something like this, you specifically instructed me to poison the gifts. Remember Moldova, Ivan?�
Another stinging slap.
�So you took it into your own hands and poisoned the one true person that understands me, little Liet?�
Lithuania was older than Russia, but at times he really did feel like a child under those hands.
�You hate Yao Wang.�
No sooner had those words left his mouth, cold unforgiving hands wrapped themselves around his throat.
�I loved Yao,� Russia hissed into his ear. �More than I�ve loved any one else, especially you.�
The hands became more merciless, and Lithuania felt everything shatter around him, his world becoming an endless sea of darkness�
I feel cold...Ivan, I�m sorry, I�m sorry�

One year later�
China sat outside in the sun, the rays of light very warm on his face. Somehow, the broken organ within his chest still managed a rhythm, his wounds healing more everyday. He still didn�t have many friends, and even though Japan and Vietnam lived closest to him, they didn�t visit often. He was lonelier than ever.
What he would give to talk to somebody, to have a close friendship with somebody, anybody.
Even Russia.
Why is it that I still wish to see you, Ivan Braginsky? What gave you cause to betray me in this way?
It hurt China to think of such an intriguing creature as Russia being so evil. Of course he would have never become one with Russia, no; he had enough prestige to stand on his own. He just desired to have Russia by his side, for how could the banner of Communism fly proudly if the two greatest leaders of the idea and practice couldn�t unite?
How na�ve of me, China scolded himself. Russia had always been cruel and self important. One with Russia, one with Russia�always Russia.
But it didn�t stop China from believing that perhaps Russia may have loved him once.

The marks around his neck had faded. Lithuania touched the skin softly, feeling less like himself. He sighed and buttoned his shirt back up and refastened his scarf.
Footsteps followed by a loud, patriotic whistling broke Lithuania from his thoughts and for the first time in a while he allowed himself to smile.
�I know that tune almost as much as I know my own anthem, Mr. Jones.�
Lithuania turned and smiled at the bold blond American standing in the door way, arms folded across his chest, shoulder pressed casually against the door frame allowing him to lean.
�Your American is getting better, Toris! And it�s Alfred, you�re staying here now so don�t be so formal.�
�You meant English, did you not?� Lithuania asked, suppressing a cheeky smirk. He liked to see America become flustered when he was proven incorrect. Not that Lithuania enjoyed proving America wrong in serious circumstances. He respected what he had done for him.
�Right, right, smart ass�� America grumbled somewhat fondly, causing Lithuania to blush slightly. �What do you wanna do today? We could visit Matty or annoy Arthur. That could be fun, right?�
�Well,� Lithuania sat on his bed and looked down at his clasped hands, oblivious to America�s hopeful expression. �I want Mr. Jones to tell me about what happened to Ivan.�
�It�s Al�wait a sec, what? Back up a bit there. Why would you want to know about him? Of all people?�

�Please�no one told me anything and he was somebody I liked a lot.�
�Even though he was abusive and cruel to you and every one else, Toris?� America looked very unimpressed.
Lithuania sighed and felt tears prick the back of his eyes. �He was Ivan Braginsky,� he began, as if that were a sound justification, �no one understood him, yet I tried to. I made the mistake, not him.�
America sighed and removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
�He was detained immediately and replaced. Not to worry, the guy in his place seems alright! He�s small, but he isn�t as crazy or as evil as Braginsky was. That would be difficult to surpass him in that area.�
Lithuania closed his eyes to stop himself from crying. Russia was not crazy. He�d seen so much more than anyone ever should have, and it was too cold and bitter in that area. Perhaps it was wrong of him to make excuses for the one who almost took his life, but Russia had provided Lithuania with a home for many, many years.
�Where is he now?�
�England for the time being.�
�Why?�
�England is away from everyone else, I guess. Toris, listen to me. Love cannot exist between us. Trade, money and prestige are what drives us and keeps us going. If we were to love, can you imagine what would happen? More war, hate and jealousy would be bred because love doesn�t discriminate. Ivan did not love Yao, and Yao did not love Ivan. What they shared was the belief that Communism had a place in the world, which it certainly does not. Braginsky wanted to prove that he was bigger and better and could crush Yao like a bug. That�s all that crazy fuck wanted, that and to fill his own selfish desires. Every country is like that Toris, don�t you go believing otherwise.�
Lithuania got to his feet abruptly, unable to listen to any more. He pushed past America and walked a few paces before turning back to him, a meaningful look in his eyes.
�Love may not have a place to you, Mr. Jones, but it does exist. I know what happened between you and Mr. Kirkland and I understand that you are still very upset. You are very young and opinionated but it does not make you right.�
Lithuania turned and went downstairs to be by himself. He had been trodden on too many times.

England was harsh, and it was always cold and raining, but Russia could have thought of worse places to be kept.
But when France visited, together, they were the cruellest of nations and even Germany seemed placid compared to them. England appeared to be somewhat reasonable, however he let France do whatever it was he wanted, whenever he wanted and he was a bad influence. They would have England�s soldiers torture his body, and when they fucked each other in the next room, they would torture his ears with their moans and cries.
France would proclaim his deepest love and desire for England over and over again and Russia wished he could hang himself with his scarf, but it had been confiscated. They�d denied him vodka, so he couldn�t drink away the pain. He would tear at his skin with his teeth and nails but he wasn�t strong enough to make himself bleed out.
�Please,� Russia got down on his knees and begged to France as he was leaving one evening, �Kill me! Just shoot me, hang me. Do whatever it is you want to!� More tears came and it seemed surreal because he spent all day and night crying himself into a fitful sleep, so surely by now there were no more tears left to spill. He had become a pathetic shell � he was no longer the great Russia, he could not even think of himself as that anymore.
France just tangled his hand through his hair and yanked. �La Russie, if you get down on your knees before me, I can only assume you want to use that mouth of yours, mon cher.�
�If I did would you kill me?�
France only smiled. He never kept his promise, but then again, he never made one either.

Years passed, and Russia was released from under England�s watch. He had become grossly thin, his eyes lost their shine and he suffered continuous mental anguish.
Upon his return he was to sign a pact of peace between he and China, and that was the first time they had been in the same room since the Mid-Autumn Festival. The document declared that trade would resume as normal, and that Russia was prohibited from crossing the border. China was free to cross should he please, however it was to be under strict supervision.
Russia wanted to look at China, but he felt as though something dreadful would occur if he dared to. His hands ached to touch that soft skin again, and he realised what a fool he had been. There was no need to be suspicious; there was no need for any of his past behaviour. No apology would be enough, so he built a tall, cold wall in which no emotions could see over or knock down. He had to pretend China was not there. He had to put on a mask and wear it with dignity.
Respect for Russia was a dark void, but as time wore on, the events of the past faded partially from other nation�s memories.
Lithuania remained with America; Latvia and Estonia attended to business as normal and few words were ever exchanged between the three. Russia had well and truly been isolated.

One evening in September, when the moon was full and beautiful, China made his way across the border between he and Russia, completely unnoticed and without the supervision he had been ordered to have. He eventually found Russia�s house and circled the residence until he found his bedroom window. He tapped on the glass until Russia woke and came to the window to open it. Once the window was opened China climbed in, wrapped his arms around the other and cried out softly in saddened surprise.

�Ivan, you�re so thin, aru��
He placed his hands on his face and looked into those purple eyes which seemed to have no life left in them anymore. His cheeks seemed to have no flesh to them anymore. When their bodied pressed together, he could feel bone beneath the fabric of the clothes.

China begged Russia to tell him everything, and he did with a kind of cruel modesty. He didn�t want to blame anyone other than himself.
They explored one another�s bodies as though for the first time. China couldn�t stop crying; his Russia had been damaged. His heart broke all over again.
They kissed and touched, and China was incredulous to the feel of his bare skin against Russia�s bare skin; it was so unbelievable, and he was so scared that what was happening was a just a beautiful, poignant dream.
They made love over and over again and somehow they both managed to overcome the hurting. It seemed so wrong that China was willing to find some trust within himself to be with somebody who had betrayed him, who had been willing to let him go, no matter how shaky that trust may have been. But if being wrong meant that he could have Russia whenever he so desired then he was willing to defeat all that was right.
�Yao, we cannot do this,� Russia said breathlessly as the other thrust into him, climax drawing closer. China held him as he arched into him and moaned helplessly. �They�ll invade and we will be separated for even longer.�
China spilled over and buried his face into Russia�s neck, the other coming soon after.
�We will see one another at conferences, aru, and I will come here whenever I choose. We�re our own nations, aru; they can�t stop us from seeing one another.�
Russia kissed him on the lips with a saddening desperation, and China wondered whether or not it was to stop him from speaking. Nevertheless, he kissed Russia back and then told him to close his eyes.
Their love was not made in heaven, set out by angels with white, feathery wings. It was one forged by the most evil of forces, made to break them. Russia was never the same again, and China�s trust was never pieced back together again.
After every encounter, China would tell Russia to sleep, and he did so without question.
It was all so much easier when he never had to say goodbye.
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