Loosing Time (Hetalia WW2 fanfic)

The Communists

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((slight gore here - you have been warned!))

A soft hand skimmed over Felkis' forehead, a moan escaped from his cracked lips as his eyes fluttered open. "You are awake Polsha.." a voice murmured, lips planted against Feliks' sweaty cheek. Green eyes flying open, Feliks bolted upright - immediately regretting it as his head felt like in would explode from the pressure in his skull. The tall man sat by Feliks' side, chuckled and tilted his head. His smile as friendly as the deathly ice trapped in his violet eyes. "Ivan?!" Feliks spluttered, throwing the blanket that was covering him to the floor. Ivan watched the blanket fall and clicked his tongue in annoyance, before lifting his head back up to the shivering Polack. "Now Feliks..." he whispered, voiced laced with horrible childlike cruelty, "Why ever would you try running away from me?".

Growling, Poland furrowed his brows and pressed his spine against the frozen walls. "You bastard... Because I'm an independent nation - not your little toy". "Wrong" Ivan chuckled as he smoothed his khaki uniform down before standing up and walking to the barred window. He took a blade from his pocket, the rusting metal glinted in the dim light. "You are very much my toy" he spoke gently, "You belong to me and I can do whatever I please with you... and right now I want-". Ivan spun round before Feliks could even blink, the blade slicing through his arms - the blunt metal jiggering through pale skin uncleanly.

Feliks howled in pain as Ivan grabbed his squirming hand, the blade dragging back and forth through his flesh. Blood splattered onto Ivan's coat, but he didn't seem to notice as his face adjorned the smile of what's similar to a five year old's. Feliks shook harder than before, his spine arching and body twisting in repulse as nerves and tendons were ripped through. "YOU F**CKING BASTARD!" he screamed until his throat was raw - using all his strength to kick the Russian directly in the chest. The Polack wasn't hugely strong, but using the wall as a base, the Russain was pushed to the other side of the room, where he was thrown over and his head collided with floor - knocking him out cold.

Leaping up, Feliks wrapped his bloody wrist up with the Russian's scarf before darting out the room. There was a lot of blood pooling from his flesh, but he knew it wouldn't kill him - he was a nation and to be killed you needed more than a severed limb. Dazedly, he stumbled down the corridors, his blood leaving a slight trail. Door after door, corridor after corridor - the communists house was vast and frighteningly empty. Trying not to make a sound, Feliks kept on walking until he heard something rattle from behind the doors and a soft voice crying.

Grabbing the dagger from his belt, Feliks pressed an ear to the metal. Trying to focus in, he narrowed his eyes. "...mano meilė ... aš ... padėti .... aš negaliu kvėpuoti be tavęs .... please... ah....išeik iš čia... " the voice whispered. Like a dagger to his heart, Feliks recognized the voice instantly. "Toris?" he hissed. The voice silenced and the slow grinding metal sound could be heard. "F-Feliks?" the voice replied shakily.

Tears filling his eyes, Feliks pressed his good hand to the door, "Toris! What are you like, doing here?". After some muffled whimpering, Toris spoke, "Ivan... he..". Toris wanted to scream and cry, he wanted to yell at his friend to get out of here while he was still alive. The Lithuanian had witnessed enough rotting corpses and he didn't want Felkis to be among them, yet  Natalia had a blade to his neck as she kissed his bare shoulders - forbidding him to speak the truth. He couldn't let Feliks know...

"išeiti ... išeiti .... išeiti" he kept whispering, hoping that Feliks could remember any Lithuanian as he knew Natalia could not.  Clearing his throat, he forced a dry laugh. "I joined Ivan's side" he lied, waving a hand as he bit back tears. "W-what?" Feliks gasped.

...How... how could  have Toris joined Ivan? After he had killed so many of their friends and ripped them of their normal lives...

"I don't understand" Feliks frowned, shaking his head, "I don't understand". "I know draugas... I know..." Toris sighed, glancing back at Natalia who was staring at him with beautiful blue eyes. How Toris hated Ivan with all his being, yet his little sister Natalia... she was bitterly beautiful, yet his affections would never be returned for she was truly loyal to her brother and no one else.

The Belarusian stepped up onto tiptoes and she kisses the Lithuanian man's scars, tasting his wounds that had been inflicted onto him by her brother. "Tell him..." she lulled, "tell him to join big brother.. or die...". Gulping roughly, Toris nodded sadly and open his mouth when he was interrupted. "Toris, I don't like care if you have joined that bastard... you... you are still my best friend, don't forget that.. but .... this must be goodbye".

Tears swelled in Toris' green eyes as he listened to the footsteps fade, "And I am yours... Goodbye draugas... I will never forget you".