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HETALIA KINK MEME PART 3
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Fill: "Marks" 1/2
(Anonymous)
2009-03-20 10:15 pm UTC (link)
Original request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=1993336

*shy wave* Hi, Kink-meme. Long-time lurker, first-time poster. I don't know what it was about this prompt, but it woke me at 4:30 this morning and wouldn't leave me be, so here's my fill for it. I apologize to OP if this isn't what you wanted ... I've never heard of Eastern Promises and my history is a bit shaky (I looked up Lithuania and Russia on wikipedia, but still). I like reading both of them, though, so I thought I'd try my hand at it. Hope it satisfies, somehow!

Marks


Lithuania has a habit in the evening, in the morning as well. Any time he bathes or undresses, really, any time there is a mirror nearby, a window reflecting his image back to him against the dark sky. It's a silly habit, one he's certain Russia has noticed, even though the larger man hasn't mentioned it to him. Silly and pointless and that's probably how he gets away with it, probably why Russia hasn't said anything about it, hasn't teased him or worse for his neuroses.

The reflections startle me, he's thought of saying, should he ever be in a situation where his actions are questioned. They make me feel like I'm not alone.

Though that would be a stupid thing to say, he thinks, drawing the curtains closed over the windows in the bedroom, fumbling a bit in the dark. Russia will smile and slip a ridiculously strong arm around him and purr in his ear, why would anything ever startle you in my house?, bating him, daring him to answer. And besides that, he isn't ever alone, Russia's pale gaze always following him, always watching him.

Lithuania shivers and lights the lantern he's brought with him, carries it into the bathroom. He sees his own reflection for the briefest moment before he's managed to cover the large free-standing mirror with a sheet, the shadows shifting eerily in the low light from the lantern. He doesn't mind much, though, not the shadows or the ghostly appearance of the sheet. It's better than the alternative, less unsettling to see the cloth dance and reach for him as he moves about, drawing his bath and undressing, than what he would see, were the cloth puddled in the floor, motionless.

He feels Russia's hands on him just as he's steadying himself on the edge of the tub, preparing to slip into the hot water. Startles a bit, his entire body running cold at the closeness of the other nation, sudden and unexpected.

"Ah, you are cold," Russia murmurs, stroking him a bit from hip to ribs and back again. "You are wanting companionship to warm you up, hmm?"

It's the sort of question that carries only one acceptable answer, so Lithuania opts to give no answer at all, moving carefully so as not to indicate any disrespect or annoyance towards Russia, lowering himself into the water.

His skin burns in places and aches in others. He closes his eyes and breathes through his nose, controls every whimper that would come out of his mouth when Russia has disrobed and slipped into the water behind him, the other man's larger form raising the level of the water almost to spilling.

"Ah, is nice," Russia comments.

Lithuania nods. It is nice, the warmth of the water chasing the chill in his bones, soothing the aches he endures during the day. Only it would be nicer if it were his, alone. Not something shared.

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Re: Fill: "Marks" 2/2
(Anonymous)
2009-03-20 10:18 pm UTC (link)
The water ripples and Russia extends his arm to the shelf where the lantern sits, his pale fingers bathed yellow in the light as he strengthens the flame, filling the room with light. He makes a satisfied noise in the back of his throat and pulls his hand back, pausing just briefly before slipping his hand under the water once again, long enough to pull away the sheet Lithuania has so carefully arranged over the mirror.

"It is better now," his reflection announces, catching Lithuania's attention and holding it there, mesmerized like a bird before a cobra. "It is frightening before, hmm? Like the stories one should not tell to children, I am thinking."

Lithuania watches the movement of his own lips as he hollowly agrees, but his heart isn't in it. In the reflection he can see himself, pale and small compared to the man spooned behind him. He can see the evidence of their shared history, marring his back and shoulders, knows that it's no different than the markings he sees when he dresses himself in the morning, scars crisscrossing permanently over flesh he's ashamed to allow others to see. Ashamed to bear the evidence of abuse he's allowed over the years.

But he can see other things, as well. Other scars, other markings.

Not his own.

Russia smiles serenely, just as cold and terrifying as the deepest winters in his remotest lands, watching as Lithuania observes them in the mirror, his hand moving to rest on Lithuania's belly, stroking upwards to Lithuania's breastbone, strong fingers over soft skin.

"We all are carrying our histories, hmm?" he says, quiet breath warm against Lithuania's ear. "You are not thinking you are the only one, I am sure."

Lithuania swallows. "N-no," he says.

"Would you hear my stories?" Russia says.

Lithuania turns to look at him, to truly look at the man who daily terrifies him. Russia meets his gaze and holds it, unblinking, and somehow it isn't as frightening as Lithuania expects.

"Yes," he says. "I would."

~*~*~*~

After that evening, Lithuania continues to draw the curtains, to cover the mirror. He shrinks away from others' touches, keeps himself covered at all times, save when he is certain he is as alone as he will ever be. And when the time comes for him to leave Russia's house, to leave the thick-glass windows and tall, old mirrors, he finds that he carries with him still the memory of scar-twisted skin and fading, blurred ink, even when he closes his eyes, lying in another's arms, marred with history as well, to heal.

~fin~

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Re: Fill: "Marks" 2/2
(Anonymous)
2009-03-21 09:50 pm UTC (link)
This is so awesome. I love the tone. Very pretty. <3

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Re: Fill: "Marks" 2/2
(Anonymous)
2009-06-06 08:49 am UTC (link)
OP here. I'm sorry it took me so long to comment ^^;; I just found this tonight though and it is most awesome! Like, the kind of awesome that makes Prussia jealous <3 Thank you!!!! *clings*

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