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((Will be adding rating+warnings up here on all fics from now on c: rated pg-15, for implied Mpreg, implied sort-of-incest, and implied bedroom activities between boys.
contains human Vilnius and people from his past in the universe he was originally set in))
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"Truly, you have sunk so low as to commit such crimes"
"A crime? you forget who we are, Vilnius, such things are life, not crimes"

The brunette's purple eyes burned, a mixture of hatred and pity for the...

was he older?

it was confusing really.

the other had been born long before him, and yet, not truly born...

younger.

Yes, the state was younger.

but also older...

His thoughts were pulled away from him by the younger-older male standing before him, up to his calves in the biting snow of Russian winter.

"give them back"

"and what if I don't?"

a smirk.

"will you hurt me, Vilnius?...even knowing that it is not possible?"

The wind killed the already muffled sounds of ruffling as the younger-older state gently tugged his long fur trimmed coat open, slim gloved fingers working to undo the shirt beneath.

"They are pretty, Da, Vilnius?"

"don't speak that!" the city spat.

"It is not your language, and you know that, Alaska"

"it is just as much mine as any other"

"being raised by Russia means little, you should bring them home, and come home yourself"

The state laughed, tracing a finger over one of the thousands of scars over his lithe stomach before doing the cloth back up, pale figure not even shivering in cold that would have killed a mortal.

"I will kill you, you know I will, if my sons are not returned"

The state turned, brushing a hand over hair the same colour as the snow below them.
"I have nothing to live for, I died long ago, long before America 'saved' me"

Vilnius' eyes shifted to pity filled orbs of amethyst, was the state so bitter?

He was a beautiful state, yes, pale haired and pale skinned, long lashed eyes the colour of the night sky, turning strands of northern-light purples and greens, pinks and reds, twisting within them.

But the state had died long ago, long before Vilnius had been born, back after Canada had lost him to Russia's grip, body and mind worn and used by the Russians.

When had the Alaskan's cries of pain turned to those of pleasure?

"Your own were taken away from you...why cast that upon another?"

The smaller male turned again.

"do not mention them" the red within his eyes flashed bright, then faded again.

"they were better off, it was best that they were given away..."

"you didn't think that at the time"

"I thought nothing at the time, I merely wanted to be left alone"

The brunette city shifted, snow crunching beneath his boots.

it was so quiet...

"How is Kiska?" the state questioned softly.

"Gone, long gone, married now, to his half brother I believe"

"and any news of Attu, or Aggie?"

The Lithuanian licked his lips, "You would have to ask Spain or China about Attu, Prussia or Germany would know about Aggie"

"...and, what of California?"

"worried about you, but Washington takes care of him"

Alaska's fingers tightened into fists.

"you can not have them" he hissed, tugging his hood up.

"America misses you, so does England, you should go home...you're lucky to have them, your family is very kind" he paused, "even Canada came to wait for you...he's taking care of Quebec all alone...don't you miss your son?"

Alaska's eyes closed.

"how much has he grown?"

"quickly as any city, state or nation, he seems eleven or twelve rather than merely months old"

The brunette shivered softly, it had been years since he had lived in or even near such cold.

"you're freezing...you need to leave"

"Not without my children!"

"you'll die!"

"so be it!"

"what a fool"

Vilnius crossed his arms, glaring at the older-younger man.
He would not leave, not without the three that were his by right, for nine months he had carried one of them, and fathered the two others.

"you're killing yourself!" the state spat.

"What would Paris do if you died you fool?"

Vilnius merely held his ground, watching as the Alaskan shook his head and moved closer.
"Go home, Vilnius...I'll bring two home..."

"and w-what of the third?"

"Talsi, is to be wed to st.petersberg...he will not return"

"his mother, w-will not approve"

"I care little for the approving words of others, speak to Russia"

And he was gone.

Vilnius may have found him if he looked, but at the moment, the cold held his attention short.

Bordeaux and Varniai, would Russia really let them go...would Alaska even bring them?

Could someone who had survived through being as bitter as he could truly be bothered to do such a thing?

...

he turned.
Paris would be missing him.

And no doubt, America would be looking for him.

The nation never could keep to his own business...
he didn't care about America much...

he smiled.

ah, but Paris...
he would do anything for that city...

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will be putting up pieces of Vilnius' past so that everyone can get a better grip on who he is.
All past events are set in the universe for the fandom he was made for.
all events are either from or based on the RP he is from.

Vilnius, Alaska, Varniai (c) me
Paris, Bordeaux, Talsi (c) Ada Alroth
everyone else (c) himuruya/Hetalia