In The Three-Ninth Kingdom

By: Lynn-sama

Disclaimer: I own nothing not making any money, don't sue me.

Important Note: I know this fic is not historically accurate and if you are looking for accuracy you might as well stop reading now cause I know this is not =D It is for entertainment only.

I know that Ukraine has no official name, but I decided to use part of her fan nickname and call her Katerina just cause I want to so there. So no comments saying that's not Ukraine's name, she doesn't have a name derp derp, I know, kthxbai.

Description: Once upon a time in Russia….A ghost in the basement, forced slavery, a two faced mad man and a painful secret PrussiaLatvia, RussiaAll, GermIta

Prologue

Raivis never claimed to be a good servant; frankly he was rather bad at it. He didn't mean to, but it happened that way. Which in some ways was unfortunate for the Baltic state, since it ended up with him being in trouble more times than not. It also had sadly stunted his growth due to the punishment he often brought down on himself.

His lack of foresight into what was a good idea and what was not was the reason for his current predicament. The Latvian laid drunk, in the middle of Ivan's study, the mostly empty vodka bottle clutched in his hand.

Everything had stared off so innocent that night. Toris has told him to go clean the study before the Russian came home for dinner. It was a normal request when Lithuania was too busy with his other chores to tend personally to the study. Ivan's house was huge with many rooms; it kept them all busy cleaning and straightening everything to Ivan's approval.

The Latvian began cleaning with the best intentions. He methodically dusted every book case, straightened every paper and then….the shinning still full bottle sitting on the desk caught his eye. At first he tried to look away.

'Absolutely not Raivis,' he told himself, 'You're doing your chores, now is not the time to drink…even though a little one wouldn't hurt. It really might sooth my nerves before…Ivan gets home.'

And that one little crack in his resolve was the end of it all for the young man. The bottle was in his shaking hands before he could stop himself and the next thing he knew he was flat on his back and the ceiling was swimming above him. His mouth tasted pleasantly of alcohol and his stomach burned comfortably.

"Raivis?"

The sound of his name startled the young man and he glanced backwards to see Toris towering over him. A cheeky grin drifted on his face, despite the look of concern that the other was giving him.

"'ello Tori, did you come for a drink? 'elicious," He slurred slowly. There was no way he was drunk, it was only a little the Latvian told himself firmly.

"You drank all of this? Raivis are you insane?" The Latvian squinted at the older man, frowning. Why did he have to sound so alarmed? He could hold his liquor. It wasn't like he was drunk….

"So? 'snot bad…." He mumbled, feeling a little hurt. Was the older really scolding him?

"God…you're crazy, crazy Raivis! Out of your mind! Do you want to get your fingers broken? Again?!" Toris looked positively ill and the Latvian felt rather shamefaced.

"…'m sorry Tori…" Raivis felt himself start to tear up. He didn't mean for the other to be upset. It was just the vodka and it looked so nice sitting there, it really needed him to drink it. He had heard it, it said Raivis, please I'm so lonely sitting here on Ivan's desk, please drink me! I taste so good!

Toris merely shook his head, grabbing the other by the arm to haul him up.

"Don't cry. We don't have time for you to cry! Ivan is going to be home any minute and-"

"What is going on in here?"

The cold sound in the Russian's voice made Raivis shiver and then grunt in pain as Toris abruptly dropped him, whirling around to face the taller man.

"I..Ivan. You're home,"

"Da. What is going on?" Ivan initially looked tired as he peered slowly around Lithuania but the deep lines around his face twisted into an almost murderous look when he saw Raivis laying on the floor staring back at him with a dazed expression and the mostly empty vodka bottle in the others hand.

"Going on where?" Toris let slip from his mouth and automatically winced at the look the Russian gave him. "N-Nothing is going on here, Ivan. Dinner is ready, we should go to the dinning room and sit down, I bet you're tired and-"

"You think I am imbecile, da?"

"N-no…"

"Then why say there is nothing going on? You think I am stupid? That I cannot see?"

"I-its really nothing, he just had a little too much, I'll take him to his room and it will be fine-"

"N'et! This is not nothing!"

Toris could feel his neck snap with the force of the back handed blow from the larger man and he nearly sank to his knees as he grasped his face but luckily he managed to stay on his feet. He felt the tears pricking his eyes as the gloved hand reached out, smacking his hand away to cup his bruising face in an almost tender manner. It made him shiver helplessly as the other forced his chin up until their eyes met.

"You are my favorite, but I will not be played a fool, Lorinatis. I am a very intelligent man, da?"

"D-da…I mean yes! Yes you are very smart…" He could smell the alcohol on the others breath already and Raivis was giggling moronically in the background over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.

"Then tell me, what is going on here?"

"I…it was an accident. He was cleaning and…I don't know I was making dinner!"

Toris stumbled, tripping over the rug and falling hard against the bookcase when the Russian shoved him away. He tried to scramble up and grab the others legs before he could reach the giggling Latvian but it was too late.

Ivan snatched the vodka bottle from the others hand and his shirt in the other, hauling the small boy up off the ground. Raivis suddenly seemed ten times more sober as he dangled in the Russians hand.

"You drank all of this?" Ivan's eyes narrowed dangerously, but a sick smile drifted lazily onto his lips. "You like my vodka, tastes good, da?"

"Umh….yeah…tastes good,"

Toris winced inwardly, the foolish boy.

"Well that's good to hear." Russia was still smiling in an unnerving manner as he leaned in to whisper in the smaller man's ear. "But there is a small problem, isn't there? That isn't your vodka, is it?"

Raivis swallowed, his fingers scrabbling at the strong hold the Russian had on his shirt.

"I….un…."

"Little bastard!" Raivis let out a cry as Russia slammed him into the bookcase. The trinkets rattled on the shelves and a few books fell to the ground with a series of thuds from the force of his body being thrown into the wood. "You think you can take what is mine, da?!"

"N-No! Never! Ivan! I would never-!"

His head snapped to the side with the force of the backhanded blow and he winced at the feeling of warm blood starting to ooze from his nose.

"Shut your mouth, insolent boy! You've already done it! You are a thief!" Ivan shook him viciously until the boy's sight was swimming and he let out a frightened squeak.

"I-Ivan please!" Toris tried to grab the man's shoulder only to be shoved away again. It was horrible timing. The Russian was probably already pissed from all day in meetings and to come home to Raivis' shenanigans was not ideal.

"You need a lesson; a beating will curb your insolent behavior, da?" Ivan sneered at the cowering man in his grasp.

"Ivan no! Please, he doesn't need a beating from this does he, please!"

There was a moment of silence as Ivan glanced between the two and Toris prayed his pleading look was enough to save the other a lashing.

"You're right, he deserves something much worse."

And then he was dragging the boy down the hallway, a frightened Toris rushing after them. They marched down the hall and into the kitchen, past a startled Estonia to the door in the far corner. Suddenly Raivis let out a shriek.

"No! Not down there!" He screamed; painfully shrill to the Russians ear. "You can't! I won't! No no no!"

Ivan ignored the boy's screams of terror as he yanked open the door to the basement and shoved the flailing boy forward. His footing was quickly lost and his small body tumbled down the stairs, leaving him in a painful heap at the bottom.

"Stay there until you can think about what you've done. If you ever think to steal from me again, I will show you Kuzka's mother you ungrateful son of a whore!"

Raivis let out a painful sob as the door slammed shut. He could hear the angry sound of Ivan's voice and Toris' pleading but he felt totally alone and frightened. The boy was completely sobered up by the fact that he was sitting alone on the cold stone floor in the dark. It felt like he was being swallowed up and it made his tears stream harder down his cheeks in fear. Raivis knew it was more than just dark down here, he knew there were rats. Rats…and something else….something scary.

He knew there was something else down here. Something he didn't like. He heard it sometimes when he had to put wood in the fire at night. It cried and moaned and made horrible sounds. Painful sobs and screams. It made his skin crawl and the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Whimpering in the silence he tried to crawl across the cold stone, his hand groping for something, anything. The Latvian didn't know where he was, he had never actually been in the basement before with the lights on.

Blindly he reached out in the dark and his fingers brushed something. It was soft and warm. Suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist and the boy screamed.