Is it bad that I had a lot of fun writing this? I'msofiretruckedup.
This was the first Hetalia fanfic I ever wrote. (Though I only posted it on dA about 3 weeks ago....) And I don't hate Toris/Lithuania. I lurvles him. -w- But I really wanted to write something with him and Ivan and, yeah. /shot Just STFU and read it.
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"Listen, Toris, I'm really sorry, but there's nothing I can do now." Ivan Braginski smiles as he apologizes to his old friend. "You know what they say: What's done cannot be undone."
Toris doesn't answer. All he does, all he can do, is stare at Ivan blankly. His expressionless glare begins to make the Russian man feel uncomfortable. For a second, he almost feels guilty, but then it disappears almost as quickly as it came.
Ivan bends over next to Toris and begins feeling through the other man's pockets.
"Ah-ha. Here's a handkerchief." He takes it and begins wiping off the faucet pipe he had been holding in his hand. "There. Good as new," he says when he's done. He throws the, now bright red, handkerchief into the wastebasket and stares back down at Toris. The poor, mutilated man really was a pitiful sight, but there was nothing Ivan could do about it now. He had to leave, and he had to leave now.
"You'll probably be found by morning time. Eduard is usually the first one up, so maybe he'll do something about you. Or maybe Feliks. It's a real pity I have to leave so soon. I'd really like to see the look on that Polish gentleman's face when he takes a look at you." He chuckles slightly under his breath and picks up his scarf, which had been hung on the chair. There were some suspicious red stains on it now, but a good, long wash in some hot water would help.
"Good night, Toris!" Ivan calls cheerfully as he leaves the house, "Hope you had a good time!"
Author's note: Reader discretion advised. ;3
Is it bad that I had a lot of fun writing this?
I'msofiretruckedup.This was the first Hetalia fanfic I ever wrote. (Though I only posted it on dA about 3 weeks ago....) And I don't hate Toris/Lithuania. I lurvles him. -w- But I really wanted to write something with him and Ivan and, yeah. /shot Just STFU and read it.
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"Listen, Toris, I'm really sorry, but there's nothing I can do now." Ivan Braginski smiles as he apologizes to his old friend. "You know what they say: What's done cannot be undone."
Toris doesn't answer. All he does, all he can do, is stare at Ivan blankly. His expressionless glare begins to make the Russian man feel uncomfortable. For a second, he almost feels guilty, but then it disappears almost as quickly as it came.
Ivan bends over next to Toris and begins feeling through the other man's pockets.
"Ah-ha. Here's a handkerchief." He takes it and begins wiping off the faucet pipe he had been holding in his hand. "There. Good as new," he says when he's done. He throws the, now bright red, handkerchief into the wastebasket and stares back down at Toris. The poor, mutilated man really was a pitiful sight, but there was nothing Ivan could do about it now. He had to leave, and he had to leave now.
"You'll probably be found by morning time. Eduard is usually the first one up, so maybe he'll do something about you. Or maybe Feliks. It's a real pity I have to leave so soon. I'd really like to see the look on that Polish gentleman's face when he takes a look at you." He chuckles slightly under his breath and picks up his scarf, which had been hung on the chair. There were some suspicious red stains on it now, but a good, long wash in some hot water would help.
"Good night, Toris!" Ivan calls cheerfully as he leaves the house, "Hope you had a good time!"