balts | ( FONTENELLE INFO )

fontenelle world info.
character name & canon. Republic Of Lithuania (Lietuvos Respublika) | Toris Laurinaitis (Human Name) | Commonly known as Lithuania ♟ Axis Powers Hetalia
canon point. Modernized to December 2013
fontenelle name. Dovydas Rutele

place of residence. Fontenelle Apartments
occupation or title. Convenience Store Cashier (Quaker) & Bartender (The Exit)

fontenelle history.

Family: Dalia (43), Lukas (40), Suzanna (15), Lynne (13), Eglė (or Ellie) (13), Eric (10), Luther (8), Daniel (6)
mother, father, sister, brother. Dovydas is the oldest sibling, 5 years older than Suzanna.

HOME LIFE
Dovydas was born on May 7th, 1994 to Dalia and Lukas Rutele. Lukas was a contractor, making a reasonable amount of money, and Dalia worked as a stay at home mother. For about five years, he had her all to himself. It was then that his mother decided she wanted more children and got pregnant with his first sister. Since he couldn't experience a pregnancy where he was the one being born, his mother's antepartum depression was a shock to him, and confused him.

At first it was just a meal that she would forget about, sleeping twelve hours from five to five; Dovydas had to make dinner for himself often the first few months, burning himself more than a few times. His father would often come home to a completey wrecked kitchen, as if a five year old had spent hours making a mess. Which one had, but that was definitely not his intention. Then it became days where his mother would leave her room only a few times to check for an important piece of mail or a small something to eat.

When he returned home from school from riding the bus, sometimes he would have to knock on the door for an hour before someone came. Other days, he would stay at a neighbours house until his father arrived. Dovydas' father used to come home every day, but he could hear Lukas yelling quite often as the pregnancy progressed. About the house becoming messy, their plants dying, their son having to stay with the neighbour. "I don't want to do this again, Dalia!" he would yell. After a while, Dovydas slept before he came home and knew he was gone when he woke up.

It wasn't to say she didn't mean well: she loved her son dearly! But something about pregnancy bogged her down. Antepartum depression would be a recurring theme throughout her six pregnancies. During his first sister's pregnancy, he was too young to really be self suficient. His sister, Suzanna, was finally born and he loved his new sibling.

After she was born, things began to be a little more normal. His father was home more, even taking an extended vacation to spend time with the baby. His mother's sadness seemed to melt away. She took him aside one of the first nights and held him and cried into his hair. Things would be better, until a few months later, his mother became pregnant again.

During her next pregancies, as Dovydas got older, he found more things to do for his mother who would get sadder and sadder. Suzanna wasn't old enough to carry any responsibility throughout most, but Dovydas quickly became the master of the house, despite it being inhabited by two adults. During the off periods, there would be nice breaks of normalcy. After Suzanna were twins, Lynne and Eglė (or Ellie), born when Dovydas was seven. At seven, he could do a litte more around the house, cook a little more, take care of his sister a little more. Even when his mother wasn't pregnant, he was very quick to step in and help. Even though he didn't need to, he didn't want to see his mother over-tired or sad again.

After the twin girls, all Dalia could have were boys. A new boy came three years later named Eric. Two years later and there was Luther. Dovydas was twelve at the time, meaning he could do pretty much anything around the house except for heavy lifting. His sister Suzanna was eight so she could help, but it was pretty much left to him to do a lot of the chores. Dalia never seemed to complain, either, using her free time to work on hobbies. Some would find that irresponsible whie her son, not even a teenager, did a lot around the house. But to Dovydas, he was helping her, and that's what mattered. Especially since as more children came, his father was around less and less.

Unfortunately, what started as taking a few days to herself became, over time, something more like living in the house as a tennant rather than mothering. She would wake up late, Dovydas readying the smaller children for the day and getting Suzanna and the twins ready for their school days all while about to leave himself. She would ask for breakfast, which he would make quickly, causing him to be late quite often. When he came home, he would have to deal with the children, making food and cleaning. At first, he suspected she was simply sad not just during pregnancy. It would only become apparent later that she had slowly began to take advantage of her son's caring nature towards her and his learned talent for house maintenance.

The final child was discovered when he was fourteen. He remember hearing his mother tell his father in the kitchen. He expected the typical fanfare and kisses and celebration. Instead, Lukas snapped. The argument consisted mostly of 'I can't keep up with these children. This is too many!' and 'Well, it doesn't take just one person, does it?'. 'I always wanted a big family, why can't you respect that?' and 'When you stop going crazy, I will! And seven on my salary is insane!'. Why his father never made them use protection Dovydas could never figure out, even in adulthood.

Dovydas was actually involved in the argument second hand; he could still quote it back ver batim later on:
"When was the last time you changed a diaper? Five times this week I've come home and my own god damn son is doing everything. Everything! Are you just some hole for children to pop out of? You sit around and float from painting a room to learning to knit...but you don't knit for your children or anything useful?" His mother was weeping. "What kind of mother...What kind of parent just sits and lets their son do everything? You're irresponsible! If you're going to have all these children, take care of them!"

Their last child, Daniel, was born eight months later. After he was born, there were a few weeks where Dalia was out and about with the baby, still neglected to give most of her other children attention, but was present. Then one weekend, she closed herself off in her room. Dovydas didn't see his mother for three days.

When she finally emerged during a weekend morning, she was polished from head to toe. Her hair was washed and straightened, abnormal compared to the messy and unkept ponytail she wore around the house. Her house clothing was gone in favour of more dressy attire. She announced to her eldest son that she would be looking for a job to help out. Gone for the rest of the day, when his father returned home, he was aggitated.

"I told her to start actually paying attention to her children. That woman is flighty. She just does as she pleases without listening to a damn word out of anyone's mouth." But the extra income didn't exactly make him angry once she found a job. It meant he could pull back on shifts.

A little vacation was discussed over dinner a few months later. Daniel had turned six months and Dalia and Lukas had decided that they would be gone for a week to go South, visiting some of Lukas' large family and to spend some time alone. Dalia had put her hand on her oldest son's shoulder and told him "I know you've done a lot, but please? Just for a week? Your father and I need this. Summer starts soon, so school won't be a problem, right?" Dovydas had a few projects to deal with over the summer before tenth grade, but it wasn't going to be so bad that he couldn't watch his siblings for a week, right? He was glad to see his mother looking happy and his father in higher spirits. She said that sometime in the middle of their nine-day stay that they would call on a friend to check up and that their number would be left. Most parents wouldn't trust their fifteen year old son with six other children, especially one so newly born. Perhaps it was hypocritical of Lukas to complain that Dovydas did everything and then put him in a position to do literally all the housework, care taking, shopping with children. But he had become acclimated to it, so he didn't care much. It would be like a lot of other weeks he'd been through, and at a younger age at that. Two weeks later, the Rutele's said goodbye to their children and took off in one of the family cars to go on their trip.

He was woken up two days into their supposed vacation to a call from a police officer. A semi truck had skidded into the oncoming lane, completely flattening the front of his parents car. His father died instantly, his mother died after being extracted from the vehicle. Dovydas hung up halfway through whatever the policeman was saying.

Instead of his parents visiting his fathers' family, they visited his children. The boys weren't old enough to even process what had happened, for which Dovydas was thankful. The girls however, did understand bits and pieces based on their ages. Ellie and Lynne were constantly crying, which made the smaller boys cry. Eric had some idea and kept asking questions about when they would see their parents again because they were just on a trip ('Don't cry, Ellie, they're just on a little trip. They'll come back soon'). Suzanna become incredibly distant, imitating her mother's sadness she'd seen while she was cooped up in her room.

For a month in the summer, there were talks of what to do with the children. When family members weren't there, Dovydas would do the same work he always had. He found he didn't have time to grieve. He found himself thinking that it was just like how it used to be, though that thought faded as the money in the house dwindled. His father's stocks, job earnings, and possessions were his but he denied personally using them in favor of putting them to use for his siblings. His father's family would tell him that the children couldn't legally stay there. Which he understood. But all he could do was work, clean, feed, work, clean, feed on a loop. His aunt from his father's side (his mother's family was all either over seas or dead) would tell him "Now, you know you can't just keep these children here. We've got to get them someplace where someone can take care of them."

How insulting. What did she think he'd done the past ten years of his life, almost?

After a while, the legal things got sorted out and the siblings were split between his aunt and an uncle on his father's side. The three girls would go to his aunt, the boys to his uncle. Both had children already so they would be acclimated to child care. There was a futile argument made by Dovydas, saying that they would be fine, they didn't need to go anywhere. He remembered his aunt shaking him going "You're not their mother and you were never supposed to be!" He wanted to go with them, one of them, but his aunt didn't have the room with three new additions and while his uncle owned a large plot of land, he was adamant he didn't have the cash and that taking on the three other boys would strap him just as much. Being fifteen, in that particular city, he could qualify as someone who could be emancipated to live on their own. He agreed, not entirely of his own volition. Despite how he would soon have the house and stipend of his father's possessions to himself, he agreed to give both his aunt and uncle a cut of what turned out to be a decent sum of money each month. This was to help with his siblings expenses.

His aunt was grateful but his uncle, however, tried to bargain Dovydas into giving him a little more ('Boys eat more, don't they? So how about a get a little bit more so they can be fed right?'). What was being split between them was already leaving Dovydas with barely any food money. Even though his aunt warned him his uncle was trying to scam him, he decided to get a job to be able to send more. To both of them.

The scene before he left, saying goodbye to each child like he was going down an assembly line, was horrible. Kissing foreheads and giving sad hugs and giving tissues to his sisters was almost too much for him. But he didn't look sad. It was just like another duty: stay happy so they could be happy. He somehow had them all sent off with gleaming faces, but then that was their job too. The house was fully paid off, but Dovydas couldn't bear to stay there very long. He got a job at a convenience store, one of the few places that would hire him without experience especially at that age. He worked there through the rest of summer and fall and by that time, he had enough money to have an apartment. He heavily considered quitting school and told his aunt as such, but she would not hear one word of it. Selling the house, which was in the suburban area and was quite valuable, gave his account another big boost, but again: he wouldn't touch it more than necessary.

WORK AND RELATIONSHIPS
The convenience store was an easy job. It was essentially stacking boxes, sorting out goods, checking for out of date products (which he got to keep which helped with his food costs, but not on his waistband). It was busy work, and it would make him stir crazy. When the cashiers slacked off, he would pick up the slack. Delivery people loved how he would carry in large boxes, sometimes slipping him a twenty if he would unload them all. He gladly obliged.

When it came to preferences, Dovydas had to explore that on his own. It wasn't exactly a big deal to him, first wondering what it felt like for a girl to kiss him when he was in second grade. It wasn't a big deal to him, either, when in fifth grade he felt uncomfortable jitters when he say a fellow classmate, a boy, smile sheepishly.Which happened to be the reason he met Nathaniel.

While Dovydas wasn't the most social sort and therefore not exactly the most aware, he could still identify when someone was flirting with him and this was definitely one of those times. He was behind the counter, stocking the candy kept by the side of the registers, when a man with short black hair approached him. He'd seen him earlier smiling at his phone, having received a text from his aunt about something one of his sisters had done. He commented on it, something cheesy about what he had to do to see that smile again. It made him feel awkward, but he still felt flustered all the same. It turned out Nathaniel, whom was very insistent about being called Nate, was a senior, seventeen. He vaguely remembered seeing him before, but school had become something to get through and leave as of late.

Nothing about him made Dovydas particularly excited, especially since he was still nose deep in work and not processing grief and his whole life changing well. But somehow, it was nice to come into work and wait for someone to say something nice to him every once in a while. After a few weeks, he expected to be invited to do something and he was. A dinner, which he said yes to. He did go; he laughed appropriately, smiled, felt like he should be having fun. But try as he might he just could not like this guy. Maybe a little bit on a friendship level, but not anywhere on a romantic level.

He found himself saying yes to more dinners, walks, lunches on weekends. But Nate became increasingly aggravated at how Dovydas never seemed exactly genuine with him. They'd been "going out" for almost two months now. It would be spring soon, Dovydas almost sixteen by now. The furthest they'd gone were kisses, pretty tame at that. They had a one sided fight, mostly Nate talking loudly outside of Dovydas' job while he stood there on break and took it. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't feel anything in lieu of a two-way relationship. He appreciated that Nate would say things, do things to make him feel good. But after that, he couldn't really feel much else. Nate finally stopped coming to Quaker. He felt horrible about it.

It pushed him, though, to try to be out there a little more. Still sending money and writing to his family, he felt more and more at peace to see his family assimilating into their new lives. It saddened him to see them not missing him so openly, especially his sister Suzanna who was the closest in age to him at eleven. But he didn't have time to think too much about it. Dovydas replaced sadness with running (after eating mostly junk and convenience store sandwiches, he'd began to let himself go a little). He considered getting another job. For a while, he was lonely, but as sixteen came and went, things began to seem more normal. He never tried to think about what had happened, he just continued on.

By the time he turned 18, things had become a little more normal to him. He had graduated, though high school seemed a blur to him and he mostly remembered walking around with his head in the clouds. He went out with coworkers, while usually the first to leave, but it was progress. Without school, he could work more, though, which meant more money went to his family and less to him. He'd kept the other car the family had and considered selling it. Although it would have been practical considering all of his commitments were within walking distance, he figured he would keep it and travel out to see his family some day.

He didn't get another job until he turned nineteen, being old enough to work around pretty much any item that could be sold. While he worked a day and weekend shift at the convenience store (as a stocker and cashier now), he picked up a job from nine at night to two in the morning working at a small pub (The Exit). The work was hard but the tips were good. People rarely got rowdy but when they did, he was commended for expertly working with them and if all else failed throwing them out.

SCHOOL DAYS
School was usually a bright spot for even younger Dovydas. While not exactly MENSA quality, he was bright, excelling in language arts and mathematics, which wasn't the most common thing for his grade level to be excelling in the two differing subjects.

As Dalia had more children and he took on responsibility for them, however, his grades began to drop. Not substantially, but from As to low Bs. While he did his homework and got good grades on it, when it came to tests and in school work, he was extremely unfocused and for a while had a problem with falling asleep in class. At age twelve, Dovydas discovered the power of coffee; he's been hooked ever since (but can only drink it flavoured or with lots of sugar).

Socially, younger Dovydas was open and bright, made friends easily and was charming. He became a little more introverted as he stayed in school, not wanting to waste time hanging around as he entered middle school and didn't have the time for friends that he used to. He did what school work he had to do, got the best grade he could with the time constraints he had. Group work was often done with only his input on the phone, especially in his middle and high school years.

School also had its own set of relationships-- or what could have been relationships. In 8th grade there was Amarante with the cute nickname of Amy who had a heavy accent and smelled like sherbert. He'd written her a letter but forgotten about it for months during a bad spell of his mothers during pregnancy. He found it at the end of the school year, but threw it away. In high school there was Fil who had nice shoulders, hair that looked soft to touch and eyes that made him think of fresh cut grass. He had several classes with him, he remembered, but couldn't remember what they were. A lot of his 10th, 11th, and 12th years were foggy when it came to interactions, specific projects.

The things a lot of high schoolers would talk about such as dating and proms and rites of social passage, he didn't really experience. During both proms he was eligible to attend, he was working and had no one to go with anyway. It never really upset him or anything. He was much happier doing his own thing, spending the time with his friends from work.

Another thing to note, though, was that as far as he could recall he received a very severe set of burns from an accident when he was smaller and trying to make something in the kitchen. They cover his upper and middle back and because of them he's gotten slips for gym classes and health tests so he can keep his shirt on. He has been very careful not to ever let these be seen and they give him a large amount of insecurity; the only people to see them other than hospital staff are his parents and Suzanna.

CURRENTLY
Currently, he's still continuing the pub shift from Monday-Friday, and nine in the morning to three in the afternoon during weekdays and weekends at Quaker. He'll be turning twenty soon (May 7th), and he's become more open. Having been almost five years since his parents died and about four and a half since his siblings were taken, he's still a little guarded, but hopefully that will change. He's not as sad now, especially outwardly, since he used to have a very glum disposition; it was easy to tell he wasn't happy without even speaking to him. Work wise, he's still a workaholic. Even on off days, he's busy doing something in his apartment. His usual hangouts are his work and his apartment.