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A Girl Worth Fighting For - LietBel

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Warning! This does have a small amount physical abuse, mostly a fight scene. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.

A wise man once said,
“There are fights worth fighting, and there are fights not worth fighting. Wisdom is the ability to decide which is which.” But he goes on to say more, “There are also fights that you can guarantee your victory, and then there are battles where your downfall if imminent. The fool gives up these battles without even starting, and sit back to lazy win the others. But a true warrior will fight to his best of his ability, whether out of respect for the soon to be defeated enemy, or out of desperation to be victorious.”


Lithuania reflected upon these wise words, where was he in all of this, and what could he truly be? Was he the fool, or the warrior? In his past, he was the warrior without a doubt. He fought with his best friend Poland to repel the Teutonic Knights, and build an empire in the eastern slavic world. But now, he wasn’t so sure. Meekly he obeyed Mr. Russia’s orders without question, but did that make him a fool?

There was only one instance he could think of that could call him a warrior. That instance’s name was Belarus. In the 14th and 15th centuries, when he and Poland formed a union and built an empire, Belarus was just a part of The Grand Duchy of Lithuania, but even then he care deeply for her. After he was taken from Poland by The Russian Empire, he would follow Russia’s orders and take the punishments Russia would give him for failures and accidents. The only thing that kept him going was Belarus, who also stayed at Russia’s house. And it had been like that for years.

The sound of the door slamming downstairs and staggering footsteps snapped Lithuania out of his deep thoughts, “another wise man was also saying that no matter how great a man, one who drinks alcohol in great amounts will certainly be lead to folly.” He muttered to himself, getting up from his small desk in Russia’s office, and headed out the door.

Russia had been doing this for years, getting so drunk on vodka he couldn’t think straight, and then coming home in a drunken stupor. He headed for the stairs, it was Lithuania’s job to calm Russia down when he was drunk and make sure he didn’t break anything important. The only reason he was chosen was because he knew martial arts to a degree that he could at least dodge or parry anytime Russia lashed out.

What was this that made him coming home so late? Who could he be visiting and be drinking with? He thought to himself. Can he not get drunk here? At least then we could be confining him to his room.

“Big Brother~” came a voice from the sitting room, causing Lithuania to freeze on the last step, and ice run through his blood. It was Belarus, trying once again to convince her brother to marry her. Maybe she thought that in his drunken stupor, he’d agree. Lithuania couldn’t understand what her thinking was, but she was now in danger!

He rushed to the sitting room, taking in the scene. Belarus stood near the door that lead to the kitchen, while Russia was sprawled on the sofa. As Russia began to rise, Lithuania started inching his way around the room keeping his back close to the ornate walls. If he could at least reach Belarus, he could hide her in the kitchen and talk Russia into calming down.

“Systra, I hase told you manies times,” Russia slurred. “I don’s want to marriges you.” he lured closer to her, an empty vodka bottle behind his back. “Can’ts you undershtand?”

To Lithuania, it happened in an instant. Russia raised the bottle over his head, he dived, Belarus screamed, and pain erupted as glass shattered. He hit the floor with a huge crash, his back throbbing with pain, and warm liquid running down his back. He staggered to his feet, not registering the gasp emitted from Belarus behind him.

“Oh lithsy~” giggled Russia. “Comes shafe your girlfriend lithsy~? Hoping she’ll marriges you if you shafe her dah?”

“M-M-Mr. Russia, y-you are very drunk. P-p-please be stopping this at once and go to b-bed immediately.” stuttered Lithuania.

“Not untils I punishes you for your inshubordination Lithsy~” said Russia, before he lunged forward with his fists.

Lithuania was knocked over with one blow, and he lay there on the floor, shaking as he tried to get up. This punch had struck him perfectly, the effects were only similar to other victims however, in Russia’s eyes. He had given a man twice Lithuania’s size an attack like that, but that man was unconscious before he hit the ground. Lithuania couldn’t get up, the pain in his back and his chest was too great. As he shakily dropped his head back onto the floor where he lay, his eyes rolled to where the other two were.

Russia advanced towards his sister, “Nows ford you shyshtra.” He raised his arm back, ready to strike his sister and hopefully knock the ridiculous notion of marrying her out of his head. In all honesty, he would never lay a finger against either of his sisters, but the vodka he had consumed that night had overpowered his own judgement, causing him to react without even thinking about it.

Belarus closed her eyes and screamed, tears pouring from her eyes as a whistling sound grew and his punch would land.

“Huh? what ish thish?” came Russia’s voice.

Belarus opened her eyes, before her was her Big Brother, his arm frozen in mid-air, a small hand clenched over his wrist. There was Lithuania, holding onto Russia’s wrist as if his life depended on it.

He released it, before putting up his arms in a defensive stance, “Do not be hurting Belarus!” he challenged Russia.

The drunk careened forward, swinging his fists at the other. Lithuania blocked them, his back aching as he spun around, letting Russia to charge past him like a bull after the matador has evaded him. The bruises and cuts forming on his arms, face and chest screamed, but he stand standing.

Once again, Russia charged. This time, Lithuania grabbed Russias arm, and with an expression of extreme pain, he contorted Russia’s arm around his back, then flipped him over his chest and shoulders, causing Russia to fall onto the coffee table.

“You…” he panted. “Will not...be...hurting...M-Ms. Belarus...while I’m...still...standi--.” And he crumpled to his knees, falling forward as he slipped into unconsciousness.

There was a light, it was white, and very bright. He was surrounded by darkness, except for the light...it called to him “Toris...come.” It had used his human name, he smiled. The light looked peaceful. Behind him, there was a great movement in the darkness.

“LITHY IF YOU DON’T LIKE, GET UP RIGHT NOW, I LIKE, SWEAR I’LL DRAW A MUSTACHE ON YOUR FACE WITH SHARPIE AND OTHER THINGS THAT ARE VERY SUGGESTIVE!!” screamed a voice in the darkness.

Poland! He was calling for him! But where? He rushed toward the darkness, until a soft glow shined in the distance. He ran to it, and right as he reached it, he jumped forward.

“Look! his heart rate is like, back online!” said a voice near him. He was lying on something, a soft beep could be heard. He tried opening his eyes, but they were too heavy. He tried moving, but he couldn’t.

“I-I-I-I-I-I think h-h-he’s waking up!” said a small voice.

“Patience, all of you, he will wake when the time comes. He’s alive, and he’s not brain dead.” came another voice.

“All of you shut up!” came a cold female voice, after she had spoken, a scream echoed in the back of his mind. Her scream. His eyes snapped open immediately, over in the corner the beeping sound got louder and faster.

Light immediately blinded him, he couldn’t see at all. He raised a hand, but it wouldn’t cooperate, so he squinted as best he could.

“Guys! GUYS!” shouted a woman. “He’s awake!” a rush of footsteps sounded as more people ran into the room.

“All of you clear away, the doctors are coming through!” came sharp, intelligent voice.

A hand touched his shoulder, as another cupped above his forehead, throwing immediate shade upon them. “Can you see?” whispered a voice.

“It’s too bright,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Someone get him non-prescription sunglasses!” called the voice. “Okay Mr. Lithuania, do you have any questions? Is there any problems you can feel?”

“I can’t move my arms….” he muttered.

“Oh, hold on. We had to strap you down.”

He felt a pressure he never noticed before released from his arms. He tried moving his arm, but only his hand twitched.

“It’s okay, you’ve been comatose for four days now. In fact, the readings say your heart stopped for a bit right before that young blonde man screamed at you.”

“Poland...my, friend.” he said.

“You should be fine, and will be perfectly fine. The glass that punctured your back didn’t hit anything vital, but you’re going to be here awhile. Your ribs are fractured and there some internal bleeding.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll let you rest.” said the doctor, before ushering everyone towards the hall, and shutting off the lights. “You too miss. You can’t sit there forever.”

“I will stay here until he gets better again.” said the cold voice. “I made myself very clear when I arrived when he was admitted, I will stay.”

“Let her.” said Lithuania. His voice slowly building strength.

There was silence for a very long time, before the visitor sat upon the bed. Lithuania’s vision was slowly returning now. He could see a fuzzy outline of purple and light brown.

“Why?” asked Belarus plainly. “Why did you save me?”

“You’re worth saving,” he replied, his arm slowly beginning to feel as he commanded it to reach towards her. He felt her hand stop his.

“I do not understand. You saved me, but you shouldn’t have. You should hate me like the others do, or at least hate me for ignoring and hating you.”

“I could never do that. You’re the only one I could ever be happy with.”

She remained quiet, so he stared at the ceiling as his eyes returned to him slowly. His vision was blurred as a white face with honey brown hair appeared in front of his eyes.

“I want you to know…” said Belarus. “I...I am grateful to have someone... like you around. But don’t think this means anything…” she bent down, and pressed her lips against his.

They held each other there, neither one wanting to let go of the this moment, they both struggled to keep this spot in time to stretch out as long as possible. Neither one of them had much experience in kissing, aside from the occasional Poland bestowed upon Lithuania’s cheek in the past, and Ukraines affectionately giving her little sister a quick peck on the cheek.

Finally, he broke off the kiss. “I…l-l-love you...Bela,” he whispered.

She grinned “Don’t think that changes anything between us.” she said before returning to their kiss.

In that moment, Lithuania had reflected upon his ordeal to get to this moment, and then commented with one single thought.

I am a warrior.
So, I wrote this for an old friend, who requested I write a LietBel one-shot in which Lithuania does something heroic for once.
I know Russia is portrayed as a bad guy, but I love Russia, he's a great character. I know Russia would never hurt his sisters, but when you're really drunk, sometimes you loose control and end up hurting even those you hold closest to you. 
Well, that's all for now. Chapter 5 should've been posted days ago but I procrastinated, I'm so sorry!

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Glaceon1362's avatar
I saw this by someone else. Literally, I'm searching LietBel and the exact same story is right above this. 
Who is the true author?