and you're right, i don't [lithuania]

[romania]

I'VE MURDERED HALF THE TOWN, LEFT YOU LOVE NOTES ON THEIR HEADSTONES
i'll fill the graveyards until i have you

the air was thick. it stank of blood and death, and reminded him of the years he'd spend fighting the turks. put them out there, he remembered he'd said with the captured men. stick them on the stakes and let them stay there until they die. yes, it was was just like the good old days. death, blood, destruction. conquering, power. the stench of carnage was rampant and he loved that smell, more than anyone could ever understand.

lithuania had, maybe, been unsuspecting. romania didn't think he'd let on at all, because after all, that was the best part of this all -- finding out whether his conquest would come willingly with the death of his people or come with a fight that he would, inevitably, lose. vladimir approached the building a blood splatter on his cheek and his ragged teeth bared in what should have been a smile. it wasn't, though. it was -- something entirely inhuman.

he carried with him two weapons that night. while his soldiers were off fighting, as they should be, he had searched and searched for lithuania. but he had been nowhere to be found. a little irked, vladimir had holstered a simple pistol and a sword. he didn't care where they came from, or how old they were -- they did the job well enough and that was all that mattered to him.

when he reached the front door, he wasted no time in ramming the bottom of his boot into it. the wood moaned laboriously against the pressure but didn't relent; loudly, vladimir drawled out, "you can't hide in there forever," while kicking, fiercely, again. the wood splintered noisily. it crunched and shattered beneath the pressure he applied and soon there was a good sized hole in it. slyly, he reached his hand through and unlocked the door, nudging it open with sword in hand and his free hand positioned at the ready to draw his gun.

"come out, come out wherever you are~"

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Notes: aaaa i'm sorry, i've never done a conquering thread before. :c I HOPE THIS WORKS FOR JOO?

[Lietuva]

just gonna stand there and watch me burn

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Not again. He couldn't believe it was happening again. Just after gaining his freedom from Russia, he was about to be taken over again. If only he could run. If only he could hide. If only there was a way he could crawl out of the walls and disappear into the rye fields of his beloved land. But no. This was no fairy tale. This was no mystical folklore that magically carried you upon the pages of its story.

This was real life as the wood began to splinter under the door he worked so hard to carve with Poland. He felt the wood crack as if he were the wood itself. He wanted to scream out that he was there, hiding among the sheets inside the linen closet, but he barely let a breath out without being so agonizingly slow that his lungs ached. He wasn't going to let himself get captured again. Maybe, if he was lucky, Romania would leave.

I won't let a sound escape. I-I won't let Romania capture me. N-Never!

[/b] Lithuania was shivering now from the agonizing time that was passing. Surely Romania would leave soon. Surely he wouldn't look in the linen closet. Would he look inside the linen closet? No... Of course he wouldn't.

Lithuania was a peaceful country. He loved rye fields and picking flowers. He adored his cepelinai. He loved the foods, the sights, the smells, the oceans. He loved his Baltic Nations and he loved to play basketball. Most importantly, he loved peace. And if anything, he would die for peace to remain - though that would be a horrible thing to do considering dying never quite solved anything. In this case, dying would be the last thing he'd want to do.

And shoot! He never had weapons in his house! He had created a military, but he never exactly thought to keep ACTUAL weapons in his ACTUAL house. The most he had close to a weapon was a butcher's knife, and that he was clutching in his hands with such a firm grip no one could take it from him. Surely this would protect him - right?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[romania]

I'VE MURDERED HALF THE TOWN, LEFT YOU LOVE NOTES ON THEIR HEADSTONES
i'll fill the graveyards until i have you

the floorboards creaked laboriously beneath his feet as he moved into the house. it was silent, empty; outside the battles raged, but as soon as the holey door was shut it was like nothing had ever happened. it seemed it was all in perfect order -- meticulous, clean, a picturesque vision that, wryly, romania thought someone should paint. it was pleasant, polite, just as he remembered lithuania himself. he thought amusing, too, that he was sure lithuania didn't want any of this. any wars, any violence. he imagined that carnage made lithuania nervous.

the pristine stillness of the house disturbed vladimir, infuriated him. with a casual but deliberate swipe of his curved sword, he smashed in the glass frames of the pictures that lines the walls and watched them rattle and fall to the floor in splinters of wood and glass and memories.

that was better.

for a while, he walked around the main rooms of the house, looking thoughtful, almost complacent. he made noise as he went, tipping a vase over here, dropping a picture frame, letting his sword tear along the back fabric of a couch. he thought and thought, and then began searching the closed doors. there was, of course, no chance that vladimir was going to just leave without getting victory. failure was not an option. right now, there was nothing that he wanted more than to find lithuania and conquer him like vladimir was sure he deserved.

one door was kicked in violently to reveal a bathroom. frustrated and impatient already, he took the hilt of his sword and smashed in the mirror, ripping the shower curtain off of the bar before throwing it into the tub. stupid. he needed to find lithuania soon, or this would all be for naught. he paced out of the bathroom, kicked in another door, and was faced with a guest bedroom. he tipped over a wardrobe and watched it splice the wooden floorboards with its weight, as if lithuania might have been hiding behind it.

he wasn't.

after sweeping the bottom floor of the house, he made his way up the stairs and peered down the hall. he pushed in doors, peered into the bedrooms, kicked in closet doors, tipped over precious heirlooms and generally just left a wake of broken matter wherever he went. until, finally, he realized that there was only one room left in the entire house for him to look -- and he grew silent.

suddenly, the house was heavy with stillness. his feet were light as he moved across the hall and to the very end where he knew lithuania had to be hiding if he were in this building at all. briefly, it crossed his mind that the nation might have left this as a ruse -- but he didn't care. if he was outside, he wouldn't make it long without one of vladimir's soldiers finding him. he moved, silent as a wraith, until he stood in front of the linen's closet and pressed his ear against the door.

it was faint, but still there -- frightened, shallow breathing.

the carnivorous smirk on his few split suddenly and he rammed into the door with such ferocity that the lock broke, sending wood and metal alike splaying. in the door way he loomed, surreptitious green eyes glinted like acid and he swung his sword in a single lazy arc around his hand before letting it settle back casually between his fingers. lightly, he licked the blood from his lips.

"why are you hiding, toris? i only wanted to see you."

a booted foot stepped closer into the closet. he was not unaware of the butcher's knife in lithuania's hand, but if he could, he'd get lithuania out of this with minimal damage.

"it was very rude of you, you know, to lock the door on me," he continued, casually. again, he licked his lips.

"perhaps i should teach you some manners."

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[Lietuva]

just gonna stand there and watch me burn

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If it wasn't the fact he could hear his home being destroyed downstairs, Lithuania probably would have ran out of the house by now. But if he ran out of the house, Romania would definitely catch him. And Lithuania was already about to piss his pants since he could hear those boots creaking up the pine stairs he had watched be put in place when this house was being built. He soon heard his own bedroom door being smashed in, and he wanted to cry out that he was here; to take him prisoner now, to kill him or to make him his captured land. Whatever the case, Lithuania wanted out of this situation as soon as possible as he clung to the sheets.

He'll l-leave! H-He'll leave and forget about this lonely closet at the end of the hallway...

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Oh how wrong he was. Lithuania knew Romania had his mind set on capturing other countries, making them his own. Tears were streaking down his face at the thought of once again being someone's underling; having to force himself to follow the ways of another country that was nowhere remotely related to his own ways. He was NOT going to rid himself of speaking Lithuanian ever again; that was a horrendous nightmare.

Lithuania knew it was coming; Romania's boots were coming closer, and closer. And closer. Then when silence filled the whole house, he knew it was at the end. He was at the closet door, waiting for Lithuania to do something entirely stupid and give up his position. This was the last place in the house to be hidden, and he had to choose this. Why didn't he have a secret door or something!? What stupid thought prevented him from doing so at the time of building his new house?

With a cry as wood and metal splayed everywhere, Lithuania covered his head with one arm, still hiding the butcher knife. He couldn't believe that Romania was now towering above him, almost looming in a way.

"I'm hiding bec-because of how threatin-threating you are being, Vl-Vladimir!" he shouted out, tears still soaking his cheeks. He rarely cried, but if he was frightened enough, he did.

"Y-You destroyed my home I worked so hard to build! W-Why if you just wanted to talk!?" he cried out again, raising his arm with the butcher knife and swinging it at Romania with all his might.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[romania]

I'VE MURDERED HALF THE TOWN, LEFT YOU LOVE NOTES ON THEIR HEADSTONES
i'll fill the graveyards until i have you

in a normal situation, where the attacker might have actually been sane, the tears would have compelled him to stop and think about what he was doing. in a normal situation, where the attacker might have actually had morals and a conscience and oh, i don't know, the mentality of an adult, he would have tried to discern right from wrong. unfortunately, this was not a normal situation; vladimir did not have morals, or a conscience, and even if he'd had either one of those there was no way in hell he'd ever have sanity. that, of course, had dissipated long ago, along with whatever emotions he might have had left.

so, instead, lithuania's tears made his smile split wider.

when the smaller nation swung the butcher's knife, romania stepped back just in time to have it tear the front of his military uniform. he looked at the tear, inspected it with his fingers. the smile fell from his face. acidic eyes narrowed and he looked at lithuania, his brow's furrowed in childish puzzlement. he looked perplexed as to why lithuania would do such a thing. "well i don't want to talk now," he snapped, growing impatient. this was taking far too long. "i wanted to come to see you because i wanted you to know i'm going to conquer you, lithuania. you're going to be mine. this could have been settled peacefully." his lips peeled back from his crooked and unsettled teeth in a grimace. "but now you've gone and torn my favorite jacket. clearly, you need an attitude adjustment."

he took another step closer; at this point, he would attempt to press the tip of his blade against the underside of lithuania's chin, his other hand reaching blindly in the dark to pin the one hand that lithuania used to bear his butcher's knife. hopefully he'd find it. "i'll be kind, then, and show you what a nice person i can be. sign yourself over to me willingly, and there will be minimal damage done. we'll have a little talk about your nasty and impetuous attitude, and then we'll carry on happily ever after." his childish grin glinted like ivory. "but if you insist on fighting..." he gave a sigh, lips twisting in thought. "well. things will just have to get a bit ugly, i suppose. i don't intend on leaving here without a victory."

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[Lietuva]

just gonna stand there and watch me burn

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that's alright cuz I like the way it hurts[/font][/center]

If things were normal in this world, Lithuania would be definitely below average. He was whimpy, he hated being conquered, although he constantly was by Russia or someone else. He would rather be curled up with a book than out interacting, even though he was usually a very social person. Or with Poland, running in the rye fields like in the old days. But nope. Here he was. In a very non-normal world that was crashing around him at the moment as Romania tried to take him over. And he had just done a stupid thing.

Why he slashed at him with the butcher knife, Toris would never know. Toris had thought he was just staying calm, but apparently he was overreacting in an instant and was trying to defend himself. He knew Romania would not take this lightly, and began to push himself further into the linen closet, darkness covering half of his face as his lips slowly spread apart, heavy breathing now coming from him. He knew he was doomed now. There was no way out of this one. No way in Hell.

"I-I don't want to be c-conquered..." Toris muttered, trembling all over. He didn't have an attitude problem; he was scared out of his wits! He shook his head, biting down on his lip next, whimpering as he heard he just tore Romania's favorite jacket.

The sword blade underneath his chin was icy cold, causing Toris to gulp in fear one wrong move would cause it to slice open his airways and make him bleed to death right there - in a linen closet. When Romania grabbed his hand with the butcher knife, he dropped it instinctively, knowing that this wasn't the time to fight back. There had to be something he would be able to do to break free and run as fast as he could to Poland's house. Maybe... just maybe...

"I-I told you! I don't want to be conquered, nor yours for that m-matter! So leave my house at on-once!"

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[romania]

I'VE MURDERED HALF THE TOWN, LEFT YOU LOVE NOTES ON THEIR HEADSTONES
i'll fill the graveyards until i have you

there was no sort of rationalizing with romania; he was crazy, honestly, and you couldn't rationalize with a crazy person! his fingers tightened instinctively around lithuania's wrist when he found he'd caught it, and his eyes fixated on the smaller man's face. why lithuania, of all things, for him to start conquering? it would have to start out small, of course, he reasoned with himself. he couldn't just go and attack denmark. he would have to build his empire from the bottom up; and then he would show the world, yes, he would, just how great romania was. it seemed that lately, everyone had seem to forgotten.

but this was not about fame. this was about being in control.

"but i don't care what you want," vladimir replied with petty amusement. he was clearly mocking lithuania. he pressed closer. "and i'm not leaving, toris," he added in a drawl. "not until..." curiously enough, his head tilted to the side, and he looked confused for a moment, as if he heard something ( Κύριε Ιησού Χριστέ, Υιέ του Θεού ) and in fear of losing his prize his fingers tightened even more around lithuania's wrist. when the sound ceased, he fixed his eyes more firmly on lithuania, eyes narrowing, as if he blamed the younger nation for whatever craziness he was experiencing. it was clear, then, that vladimir's patience was running thin.

"either you come willingly, or i break you."

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Note: The "strange sound" is just to accentuate the fact that Vladimir is totally batshit insane. Other than that, the words are just a prayer that was taught through Eastern churches -- I believe. If it's not, feel free to correct me. :v

[Lietuva]

just gonna stand there and watch me burn

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that's alright cuz I like the way it hurts[/font][/center]

There was no reasoning with him. Toris was dead meat; he was going to be overran by Romanians and until the day he could gather up strength (or someone would have some sense to come rescue him), he was to remain a prisoner of Vladimir. He closed his eyes and took another gulp, feeling impatience come towards him. He inched backwards a bit more, before his eyes watered again.

The fact remained that he wasn't getting out of this; he had tried to, but it was apparent that even if he wiggled his way out in-between Romania's legs, he would still have a sword to fight, and now the butcher knife was no longer within his reach. It was time to give in. It was time to show that he was weak and had no way to win this battle.

"F-Fine.. Y-You win.. Romania.." Toris let his head tilt to the side, his bangs covering his face. How could he have just let himself go like that... He couldn't let himself be broken up. He couldn't allow anything horrible to happen to himself for the sake of those who depended on him. Maybe if he wrote a letter to Poland in a few weeks, she would come and help him.

"J-Ju..Just stop h-hurting me.."

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[romania]

I'VE MURDERED HALF THE TOWN, LEFT YOU LOVE NOTES ON THEIR HEADSTONES
i'll fill the graveyards until i have you

vladimir had a content half-smile on his face now. he pulled the sword back, just a little, and loosened his grip just the tiniest bit on the other nation's wrist. not a lot, but enough to show that he was paying attention. at least a little bit.

"i'm glad you've seen it my way," he said brightly, as if they'd just agreed to go on a date. "come with me then, lituania." in an almost affectionate way, he moved his hand from toris' wrist and to his hand instead, lacing their fingers together; his gloved and blood stained, and toris' pale and trembling. he admired the sight for a moment before he stepped back out of the closet and pulled toris with him, smiling like a three year old at christmas all the way. his blood was pounding triumphantly through his veins. he'd won. he admitted that he thought lithuania would have been harder to conquer, what with this being the first after countless times from russia. but he was pleased! he turned back and admired toris; the man was delicate, but generally aesthetically pleasing. he would make a fine addition to romania's new family -- perhaps even as a wife!

the thought amused the red head to no end. he grinned cheekily and swept strands of hair from his face with the tip of his sword before pulling toris down the stairs and outside. vladimir was greeted by one of his generals, who glanced briefly at toris before fixating his gaze on vladimir once more. "tell our soldiers to fall back," vladimir said briskly, composing his face. "whatever prisoners they've taken can be released. toris is coming home with me." he looked back at toris, and that gleeful smile returned to his face. "right, toris?"

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