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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      Russia/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Original_Characters, Russia_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Lithuania_(Hetalia:
      Axis_Powers), Estonia_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Latvia_(Hetalia:_Axis
      Powers)
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      POV_First_Person, rape_but_she_ends_up_liking_it, Depression, Suicidal
      Thoughts, anger_issues, split_personality_Russia, Self_Harm, This_may
      sound_depressing_but_it's_not_that_bad, Soviet_Union, psychopathy, Slow
      Build, Underage_Prostitution
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      Published: 2014-07-14 Updated: 2014-08-18 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5823
****** Rehabilitation ******
by Whovianleftist
Summary
     Feya Ubiytsievya isn't your typical nineteen year old girl. She's
     depressed has anger issues and not to mention a psychopath. After a
     change in leader ship leaves her in a tough situation she is forced
     to live with no other than Ivan Braginski. Who is just as insane as
     she is. How will she fare in her new life?
     Sorry I suck at summaries.
Notes
     I don't own hetalia just my characters. Hope you enjoy!! I apologize
     in advance if it sucks.
***** Chapter 1 *****
"What do you mean by, 'you need to take a break?'" I shouted angrily at my
commander. My hands hung at my sides in tight fists as I trembled in anger. Why
does he want me to leave? I fucking gave my heart and soul to the NVKD. I was
the best tortur-...um I mean interrogater in the whole agency and he just wants
to throw me out like a worthless dog. His swampy eyes connected with mine as he
gave me one of his infamous death stares. Yeah, I know I should probably treat
my superiors with more respect but hey this guy was an asshole.
His gaze became less harsh and he let out a loud sigh as if letting go of any
hope for me to become the least bit respectful. The only reason I'm probably
not working my ass off in Siberia or lying dead somewhere is because of my
value as an agent and soldier. Oh but look at me now, getting discharged for no
damn good reason. I didn't even know we did discharges. I thought it was either
serve till your dead or die trying to get out.
"Comrade Stalin has passed and the new leader wants you to be deported. He says
your too mentally unstable to keep working for us or to live among the public.
We managed to convince him to let you take a break for mental rehabilitation."
The man in front of me proclaimed.
What does he mean by mental rehabilitation? I'm completely fine. Yes, I deal
with depression, psychopathy, and anger issues but that does not mean I am
mentally unstable. Just because I took my pain out an others and myself in ways
too gruesome to explain does not mean I need to be locked up somewhere and
'rehabilitated.
"Mental rehabilitation? Sounds more like you'll send me either to a mental
asylum, a gulag, or just plain old obedience school."
"The gulags are in the process of being shut down and that's one reason why we
don't need your services anymore. All you need to know is we're not sending you
to any of those places, but you will learn some obedience."
"Then where are you sending me?" I asked. Just leave me the fuck alone. I'll
end up dead pretty soon one way or another probably because of suicide or some
other dark reason.
"I've made an agreement with Ivan Braginski. You know, Russia. He has allowed
you to work in his house while he teaches you some respect." My 'former'
commander states while staring into my strange blue and gold eyes.
Ugh and to think this was one if my 'good' days filled with not one self
harming thought. In reality I had no good days. My days should be more
realistically put into either 'depressed', 'angry' or 'psychotic' categories. I
considered it a good day to only feel angry like I was feeling for most of the
day today.
"Seriously?" I asked putting my sweaty palm on my forehead. This is gonna be a
long break but the faster I become respectful, obedient and stable is when I
can return to doing what I love. So fuck it, take me to Ivan's. "Fine take me
away."
The man in front of me looked shocked and began to lead me to his car. I heard
Ivan lived in the outskirts so this would be at least a forty-five minute
drive. I sat down in the passenger seat and sat quietly as the car sped along
the Moscow roads.
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After what seemed like an eternity we finally pulled into the driveway of
Ivan's house or should I say mansion. The place was large and probably had at
least twenty rooms. From the style in its architecture it had to be pre-
revolution before everything became boring rectangles. On the exterior it was
painted a creamy yellow which complimented the white ornamental carvings on the
windows.
I opened the door and cursed at the chill in the air. It was September and the
air was beginning to grow nippy. Pretty soon snow would fall. I hated snow more
than I hated the cold. It reminded me of those days I spent out on the frozen
streets of Leningrad as a child and of Alexei. If there was a god I would've
cursed it, for the cold, the snow, Alexei. Why didn't starvation and pneumonia
claim me and just him? Instead here I am now, broken and insane, about to walk
into a mansion to be put in my place. Damn I need to draw blood, anyone's, even
my own. I just needed the rush I got while piercing flesh.
Together my commander and I walked up to the magnificent house. When we reached
the big mahogany doors the man beside me reached for an ornate knocker and
pounded on the door three times. After a few moments the heavy door creaked
open revealing a man about my height. (I'm very tall for a woman by the way at
about six feet.) He had shoulder length brown hair and green eyes.
"Привит Lithuania, is Russia there?" My commanders voice rang out.
"Oh yes, he is currently waiting for you." The man I assumed to be Lithuania
said before he motioned for us to follow.
I followed the man and almost gasped as I walked inside. The wall was decorated
in beautiful antique wall paper and paintings. As we kept walking I also
noticed all the breath taking pre-revolution furniture. Never in my life I
thought I'd see such beauty.
We made our way to what I assumed to be an office. Book filled bookshelves
lined the walls. The room was also decorated like the rest if the house. To my
left sat a desk in front of a large window and at that desk sat a large man
with a unruly mass of ash-blonde hair on his head. He was pale with lavender
eyes and a big nose. Around his neck was a cream colored scarf.
The man smiled. "Hello my name is Ivan Braginski. You will be staying with me
for a while, да?" He chuckled. "Lithuania will you show...um what's your name
again?"
I felt annoyed at that question. I was staying at his house and he didn't even
bother to learn my name.
"Feya." I said. "Feya Ubiytsievya"
"Hmm...fairy, daughter of killer, interesting. Anyway Lithuania show her to her
room and get her...outfitted." Ivan said with a sinister look.
Rage built up inside of me. "What do you mean? What are you gonna make me wear?
Just to let you know-"
A hand covered my mouth. It was my commander's. "Feya, please."
I rolled my eyes and followed the brunette out of the room.
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"Let me apologize in advance about Mr.Russia. He's...different." Lithuania said
while we walked through a maze of hallways.
"You shouldn't apologize. You're not him." I replied. Our footsteps made loud
thuds on the old hardwood floor.
The brunette suddenly stopped a closed wooden door and opened it. I followed
him into the room. Inside the room was small. It wasn't as big as the others
and was definitely a servant's quarters. There was a dresser with a vanity on
the wall to my left and a bed in the far right corner. This room wasn't half as
magnificent as the others.
"Um...your outfit is in the dresser." Lithuania quietly broke the silence.
"Uh..." Shit what should I say? Ugh, what an awkward moment. "Thanks."
The man's face turned bright red before he made his way out the door.
He stopped suddenly. "Oh and meet me in the kitchen when your done. It's right
down the hall"
He was a strange man but I think we'll get along. Unlike some people he didn't
seem like the type to pry into your life and I appreciate that. Ugh, look at me
I've been here for twenty minutes and I'm already not hating a person.
I walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Nothing, I mean
nothing, could've prepared me for what was lying in that dresser. I've seen
people being mutilated and killed viscously but that did not prepare me for
what was in this drawer.
Folded neatly was a skimpy little maid outfit sitting inside the top drawer. I
gulped down some accumulating saliva and laid it out on my bed. With I sigh I
undressed. I just knew if I didn't wear this something not necessarily good
will happen so I began to dress.
My pale face turned as scarlet as my hair at the sight before me. There I was
standing in front of a mirror wearing a black skirt with ruffles spewing from
the hem that barely covered my ass and a raven button down blouse that fully
exposed my cleavage even while wearing the white apron. Is this a good time to
kill myself because that's what I want to do right now. I see now why Lithuania
was blushing so hard. He knew what I was going to be wearing didn't he? That
little shit. I crossed my arms and checked the time on a nearby clock, six-
fifty-one. With another sigh I pulled up my scarlet-auburn hair in a bun before
walking out the door.
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In the kitchen, to my surprise and horror, were two other men, or should I say
another man and a boy, working alongside Lithuania. The more manly of the two
turned towards me. He had dark hair and glasses. My face grew hot as blood rose
to my cheeks. Oh fuck me. The man's face grew scarlet as he saw my outfit. As
the other men turned they did the same. After the awkward fest we did
introductions. I told them my name and that I was sorry about what I was
wearing. I found out the man in the glasses name was Estonia or Edward and the
little blonde's name was Latvia or Raivis. I also found out Lithuania's other
name, Toris. Lithuania remained my favorite even after meeting his brothers
especially after working with them to cook a dinner of salad, with consisted of
potatoes, beets, lettuce and such, beef stewed with tomatoes and Georgian wine
to drink for Ivan.
Raivis emerged from setting the table right when we finished creating Ivan's
dinner. There was a look of fear on his face.
"Feya, Mr.Russia would like you to bring out the food." He said in an
uncharacteristically quiet voice.
"Uh.." I looked down at my outfit and blushed. That pervert, he'll get what's
coming for him that's for sure and it sure as hell won't just be his dinner.
I took the tray of food from Edward and made my way to the dining room with a
raging anger and blush.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Warning for non-con touching and self harm.
I slowly made my way to the dinning room, head slung low in anger. Scarlet
locks obstructed my view and I didn't bother brushing them away. The mahogany
dining room door suddenly stood in my path. Sighing, I pushed open the heavy
door, nails scraping the maroon wood.
At the head of yet another mahogany piece of furniture sat the infamous Ivan
Braginski. On his face was a pair of reading glasses that I assumed he needed
to read the official looking document in his right hand. I approached him and
when I felt I was close enough I loudly placed the tray of food on the table to
announce my presence. The man, startled at the sudden sound, fidgeted. A small
chuckle escaped the confines of my mouth. This large and intimidating man
should really start becoming more aware of his surroundings or else he'll end
up humiliating himself at the hands of another young woman.
After a millisecond of confusion, the Russian looked up and smiled, his
violet eyes striking mine. I broke our gaze and began to set his food out in
front of him. Hot gazes landed all over my body making blood rush to my face.
That fucking pervert. Does he think I'm just his eye candy maid? Right as I was
finishing up setting up his food, cold fingers landed on my thigh. A shiver ran
up my spine and I almost gasped in shock. The fingers moved up and down my
thigh causing my face to grow ever more hot. Just as the fingers reached the
hemline of the humiliating skirt, I stood up strait, slapped the fingers away,
and gave Ivan my signature 'Stare-of-Death'. He looked at his hand with a
confused look that instantly morphed into a smile that was anything but
pleasant. I rolled my eyes as he turned towards his food. The man rubbed his
hands together before starting on the meal before him
Seeing that he was occupied with his dinner I began to leave the dining area. I
started for the door until a voice rang out behind me.
"Feya, aren't you going to ask if I need anything else?" Ivan said in a
childish voice.
I clawed at the door in front of me. "Why should I?" I asked, still facing the
door, annoyance prevalent in my voice.
I heard a rustling from behind and the clatter of metal on glass. "Because you
are a maid and a maid should always want to please his master to the extent,
da?"
I grind my teeth. "What if I don't want to please you?"
"Then I will have to punish you." He said. I could picture that smile on his
face.
"Fine then, is there anything else you need?"
"Da, come. Turn around and approach me."
Not that I didn't mind getting punished I just wasn't in the mood for a
scolding at the moment, so I obeyed and approached him.
Ivan was half way done with his wine and about a fourth done with his salad. He
motioned for me to sit on his lap. Blood again ran to my cheeks. He really was
a pervert was he? Again I obeyed and sat down facing him on his lap. Hands slid
up and down my sides, stopping right below my breasts. Below me a could feel
Ivan's giant erection which caused me to gulp down some saliva. He brought one
finger up my arm, across my collar bone, and near my mouth. Then he traced my
lips. I take the opportunity and bite his finger but that only causes him to
thrust his clothed erection onto my womanhood. I gasp and he shoves his finger
along with one more into my mouth and begins to search my mouth with the tips.a
strange wetness grows between my legs as I secretly wanted him to do that
again. After a minute of doing that he pulled them out and stared admiringly at
me before kissing me hard on the lips. After the kiss all was silent as I tried
to escape his gaze.
"You may leave." Ivan said in a low husky tone.
At those words I got off his lap. Before making my way to the door I straitened
my skirt still avoiding Ivan's gaze. I then swiftly walked out the room.
I marched off to my room while tears started to well up in my eyes. No, I would
not cry, not here. In my room I propped my face on my dresser and began to cry.
Crying was something I hated to do, it showed too much weakness. My nails dug
into my hands drawing blood. I felt so dirty, liking what he was doing. I
didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to fucking fuck me right there on the
dining room table. Why did I want that?
After crying for countless minutes I decided on a shower so that I could
attempt to wash away the mental filth. I rummaged through my drawers searching
for anything that I considered pajamas. In the last drawer I found a short
white night gown and sighed. At least I was only wearing this to bed.
In the bathroom I grabbed a fluffy white towel out of a small cabinet across
from the sink. The bathroom, like all the servants rooms, wasn't very
impressive. When you walk through the door you are greeted by a small porcelain
sink to your right. Next to the sink is a standard toilet and in the back is a
bath tub that doubles as a shower. I turned on the water and began to slip out
of the hideous outfit I was forced to wear. After undressing I stepped into the
burning hot stream of water. The temperature made me wince as it burned my skin
but I learned to savor the pain. In the corner sat a lone bottle of shampoo. I
took it, squeezed a bit of the blue liquid into my hand, and began to lather my
scarlet locks. Suds ran down my face as I washed out the foam. Soap sat on a
pedestal so I did the same thing I did with the shampoo except to my body.
Afterwards I just stood there, feeling every single pinprick from the burning
water. My hand was brought up to my slightly opened mouth. Teeth suddenly bit
down attempting to draw as much blood as possible. I needed this. I needed the
physical pain to drown the mental. An iron taste filled my mouth and I laughed
into my bleeding hand. Soon the taste became annoying, so I removed my hand and
washed it off. I bit my lip as the boiling hot water hit the open wound. The
pain wasn't completely unbearable, I've felt worse. I needed to learn what
torture methods will work or not so I experimented on myself. Once I put a
lemon juice and salt mixture onto an open cut. It hurt like fucking hell and
was very effective with my prisoners.
When the bleeding stopped I turned off the water an grabbed the towel I placed
on the toilet lid. I wrapped it around my body and stepped out of the tub.
Suddenly, the door flew open and I instinctively grabbed the first thing that
could be used as a weapon with a yelp. When the door was fully opened it
revealed Ivan with the largest blush I've ever seen.
"Holy shit! What the fuck Ivan? You don't walk in on girls in the shower." I
yelled attempting to cover myself as much as possible.
"Um...I-I'm so sorry I didn't know. I
j-just wanted to talk to you." Ivan said burring his face in his off white
scarf.
This Ivan was different. This wasn't the man from dinner. Using my people
reading abilities I assumed this Ivan was childish and insecure, the complete
opposite of how he was during dinner.
"Why didn't you wait until I was out of the shower?" I asked, anger escaping my
voice.
"I just wanted to say sorry for what happened at dinner...I didn't mean...I
didn't want..." Ivan stuttered, his face grew ever more scarlet as he shifted
his legs.
I gave him a look of shock. This was defiantly not the Ivan from dinner. That
Ivan didn't seem like that kind who would apologize over inappropriate
behavior. The man in front of me looked at me closer with the same look of
shock that I had.
"Did...I do that?" He asked pointing to my hand.
My heart sank. How could I explain the bite mark on my hand?
"No you didn't." I said lowering my head.
He cocked his head to the left and looked genuinely confused. "Who did then?"
"I....I did." I said shamefully, lowering my head further.
A look of sadness or was it sympathetic understanding flashed through Ivan's
violet eyes. His mouth opened as if he was about to speak but almost as soon as
it opened it closed as if he lost his words. Out of nowhere, strong arms
wrapped around my mostly naked body. I buried my face into the chest of the man
in front of me. He smelt pleasantly of sunflowers and vodka.
"I'm....I'm so sorry Feya."
I pushed myself away my eyes still focused on the ground.
"Can you just let me get dressed?" I asked quietly.
"Y-yeah." Ivan said as went for the door.
I turned around to search for the nightgown I brought with me.
"Oh and after you get dressed I want to take care of that wound." Ivan said
before closing the door completely.
I sighed and began to dress. I didn't need Ivan's and help, especially because
this nightgown revealed a lot of my breasts. After dressing I walked out the
door to find Ivan leaning up against the wall to my right. He looked at me and
bit his pale lip.
"Um...here, come with me." He said in a childish tone while again burying his
face in his scarf to conceal a blush. His hand was outstretched towards me and
I took it in my non-wounded hand.
We silently walked side by side through the beautiful corridors. His eyes would
occasionally stray away from the hallway in front and onto my large mostly
exposed breasts. I didn't get mad. This was a different Ivan, not the Ivan that
assaulted me in the dining room. I decided that he was allowed to glance at my
breasts every once in a while as long as he didn't make any moves to touch them
or anywhere else for that matter.
He lead me to his bedroom and I was hesitant to step inside. What if Ivan was
just playing this nice, childish act so I would get into bed with him? No, for
some reason I trust this Ivan. If this was the other Ivan then he would've had
taken me long ago. So, with that in mind, I went inside his room. It was just
as grand as the main rooms in the house. His bed was obviously pre-revolution
as it had a beautiful ornamental deep red canopy hanging above it. The sheets
matched the canopy and so did the walls which were decorated with beautiful
paintings of the landscape. I sat down on the bed as Ivan went into the
bathroom for some supplies to clean the bite wound. He soon appeared again with
a small first aid kit and sat beside me.
"Give me your hand." He said in a gentle voice.
I obliged and gave my hand to him. He held it softly and observed the bite. Out
of the first aid kit he pulled out a vile of clear liquid.
"This may hurt." Ivan said before he applied the liquid on the wound.
I winced at the sudden pain and bit my lip.
"I'm sorry...that'll be the most painful part." Ivan said.
He began to dig through the kit until he found some bandages which he used to
wrap my hand. When my hand was nice and wrapped he took it in both of his hands
and stared into my eyes. His eyes were filled with sadness.
"Please, Feya. Please don't do this again."
I pulled away my hand and stood up to make my way to the door.
"Thanks for fixing me up." I choked out before leaving. Tears were beginning to
form so I rushed to get to my room to unleash my emotions onto my pillow.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this took me so long to update. I've been slacking a lot. So
     now you have it, chapter three. Oh what am I kidding your probably
     not reading this anyway. Anyway try to enjoy it.
It was cold, so cold. A frozen brick wall supported my back as I held my
emaciated and diseased older brother Alexei. Surprisingly warm tears slid down
my rosy cheeks only to be stopped in their tracks by the freezing cold. I
placed my hand on Alexei's abnormally hot forehead and let out a loud sob as I
began to weave my hands into his dirty blonde hair. He suddenly let out a
tremendous cough that had him spitting up white phlegm. With a dirty cloth I
wiped away the slimy substance. Then my worst fear came true. Alexei, my older
brother, my protector, my only family, wasn't breathing. My mixed eyes widened.
"Alexei!" I screamed shaking his corpse. "Please...please don't leave me. Who
will protect me? Who will care for me? Please Alexei....please!" Tears were
beginning to pour from my eyes and I began to hyperventilate. "Please!"
My eyes shot open at the ending of my dream. Memories of my past flooded my
mind.
I buried Alexei's body in the woods on the outskirts of Leningrad. With no
brother to protect or provide for me I had to resort to crime. I only stole
what I needed and occasionally resorted to giving some government hotshots
quick blowjobs in alleyways for some extra cash. I also remember when I lost my
virginity. I was twelve and was desperate for money. Prostitution was a last
resort as many people were carrying around less money for me to steal. A old
government pervert paid me 1000 rubles to let him fuck me against a dumpster in
a cold, dark alleyway. After that night I never did prostitution again and I've
been sex free since. At the age of 15 a man found me and offered me a place in
the NVKD and the rest is history.
The painful throb in my hand encouraged me to get up. I brought my hands to my
face. Through my fingers I searched for anything that read the time. Across the
room hung a simple black rimmed clock. The skinny black hands read 4:30.
Ugh...great, it's 4:30am and I'm already thinking about Alexei. My heart sunk
at the thought of my deceased brother. I need to keep moving foreword. If I
stay in the past then I will get nowhere.
Slowly, I got up, making my way to the drawers that house my ridiculous outfit.
With a painful sigh I dressed, making sure not to bend my hand too much to
spare unwanted pain. It's funny how sometimes I craved pain and sometimes I
hated it. I laughed at that thought, I really am fucking messed up.
After getting dressed I made my way to the bathroom I shared with the Baltics.
The door was closed and light shined through the edges of the door. One of the
them must be inside. The water of the sink ran on and off for about two
minutes, the sounds of spitting could be heard in between. When the pattern
stopped the door abruptly swung open in my face.
"Fuck!" I almost screamed. Who knew doors could be so startling?
The person standing in the door way was, of course, Toris. A difficult sleep
was evident in his features. His swampy hair hung basically everywhere and dark
circles hung under his sleepy eyes. What could possibly have him up like this?
"Huh, Feya?" He quickly came to his senses noticing I was in full maid attire.
"Why are you up already?"
"I couldn't sleep." I said an a sulky voice.
"Oh...me neither." He said almost understandingly. "Let me get dressed and I'll
show you what we can do until Mr. Russia wakes up." After saying that he smiled
and walked off to his room.
With the bathroom now vacant I went inside to do the normal morning
preparations of brushing my hair and teeth. When I was finished so was
Lithuania. He stood outside his door waiting for me. When his eyes spotted me
he approached me meeting halfway. After meeting we began to walk down the
rectangular hallway to the kitchen.
"We usually have very small windows of free time to eat and do other things.
Since we have a while until we have to prepare for Mr. Russia's breakfast I was
thinking maybe you'd like to eat something before we start cleaning." The
brunette said as we entered the kitchen.
Physically I needed the food, but mentally I didn't want it. The fact that I
skipped out on ужин last night meant that if I also skipped завтрак I could,
depending on the amount of work Ivan gave me, very well faint. Fine then, I'll
suck it up and eat something.
I watched as Toris pulled out a loaf of bread from a wooden cabinet. After
setting the loaf down on the counter he reached back into the storage unit and
pulled out a jar of golden liquid. From a drawer below him he gathered a pair
of knives. With the sharper of the two he began to carve into the hard loaf.
When a piece was free he lathered it in the thick golden liquid with the other
knife.
"Would you like this piece?" He asked holding it out in my direction.
"Uh, yeah." I replied taking the bread from his hand.
I slowly began to eat the bread. The golden liquid was a delicious honey and
the bread itself had good texture and taste.
"This is very good." I said taking yet another bite.
Toris nodded and pointed to the loaf. "Have as much as you'd like. There's
plenty."
I smiled at him and continued on my завтрак. Surprisingly, I ate two more honey
coated pieces before Lithuania and I went to work on cleaning the house.
An hour later Latvia, and Estonia joined us in cleaning around the house. At
around seven-thirty Ivan woke up so we began preparations for his завтрак. We
made him каша and coffee. When every thing was finished I again had to bring
out his meal.
Again I walked down the vintage hallways to the dining room. Ivan sat in the
same seat. I gulped and hoped this was the same Ivan who helped me last night.
He looked at me with his signature smile as I put down the tray.
"How was your sleep?" His deep voice rang out. Fuck, this was the Russia from
ужин last night. I'm just gonna have to play it cool.
"It was fine." I said softly.
Ivan did not respond he just sat there waiting for me to finish setting up his
meal. When I felt that I set it to perfection I turned around and began to
leave. A large calloused hand suddenly clamped down on my rift wrist. I turned
to face the blonde behind me who was staring at the bandage on my hand.
"What happened to your hand?" He asked in a voice that was full of anything but
concern.
How could he not remember? This is just like how he didn't know whether or not
he caused my injury last night.
"I was in the kitchen making my dinner last night. While I was cutting some
bread the knife slipped and cut my hand." I completely lied.
The grip on my hand loosened.
 
"You should be more careful." Ivan said taking back his hand.
I mentally laughed at that statement of 'concern'. Why would he care if I get
injured? With that in mind I left the ornate dining room leaving Ivan to his
meal.
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The rest of the day was spent doing little chores around Ivan's immense house.
Around midday, Ivan appeared from his office looking stressed and frustrated.
He leaned up against the wall outside his office and brought his hand to his
face and sighed. Strangely, I wanted to go up to him and comfort him. I wanted
to take him in my arms and whisper to him that everything thing was gonna be
all right.
I mentally gagged. When did I start getting all warm and fucking fuzzy? It
pained me to think that I was actually growing some feelings for someone.
Ivan brought his hand down and turned his head in my direction. "You did an
okay job on the floors. Go outside and chop some wood for the furnace." He said
in a low monotone.
With that command I dropped any caring thought I might of had about him. "Why
do I have to do it? It's like forty fucking degrees and I'm dressed like a
slut. Not to mention I'm just a nineteen year old girl." I back talked.
He stood there and glared at me before coming at me and pining me to a nearby
wall knocking down a vase in the process.
"It's funny you use your age and gender as an excuse. Last time I checked most
nineteen year old girls aren't notorious NVKD interrogators." He chuckled and
pinned me harder. "You will just use any excuse to get your way. How greedy."
He pushed me harder to the point at which I could hardly breathe. "Greedy
little girls like you need to be punished."
As he pinned me I could feel a hard lump against my torso. That sick bastard,
he's getting off to this. He brought down one hand and began caressing my right
thigh. Slowly, the callused flesh began to rise until it was completely up the
tiny little skirt I was wearing. It traced around the hem of the tiny pair of
panties I was wearing. I vainly held back a moan as the hand came closer to my
core.
"You're a dirty little girl aren't you?" Ivan said in the crook of my neck.
"F-fuck you." I said as the hand caressed my clothed womanhood.
The Russian chuckled. "You like it, don't ya you little slut?"
He began to rub harder and I tried so hard to hold back moans.
"I bet you can't wait for me to shove my big huge hard cock into you."
The hand then moved away from my core and I was scared for what was about to
come. It moved up my torso and onto my chest wear it worked on the buttons if
my shirt. Soon the hand slid inside and cupped my clothed breast.
Just as the hand went to work by massaging the mound of flesh a loud voice rang
out.
"Mr. Russia stop!"
I looked over to the source of the voice. Lithuania stood in the doorway, hands
balled into fists at his side. Ivan glared at the little brunette before
letting me go. My body slumped to the floor where I breathed heavily.
"Oh so little Lithuania wants to be the hero now." Ivan let out a low laugh and
walked closer to the now shivering brunette. "You're talking out of turn and
getting into business that is not your own. Nosey little children like you
should get punished."
I locked eyes with Lithuania's. They were full of pure terror. I mouthed I'm
sorry and looked away. Why didn't I want to watch? Why didn't I want to see him
beg Ivan for forgiveness? What was fucking happening to me?
I glanced over to see Ivan pulling Lithuania out of the room by his collar.
Lithuania did not fight in any way shape or form. He just stood there,
petrified, letting the blonde giant drag him through the door.
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