Unconditional - Part 5/?
anonymous
March 5 2011, 03:26:56 UTC
Thanks to all reviewers!
Russia returned later, wielding an oddly shaped object - like a bowl with a rubber tube stuck through a hole in the bottom and long leather straps hanging from the wide opening - in one hand, and a new bowl in the other. Both objects were set down close by before he turned to Canada. The look in his eyes had the smaller nation pulling away - he would not submit to whatever strange torture the man had come up with - but it was not long before Russia overpowered him. Holding Canada down, Russia shoved the tube into the boy's mouth and down his throat, ignoring his struggles as he gagged at the intrusion. The contraption was then tied in place, Russia pulling off the knot at the back of Canada's head with one hand.
Then he moved for the bowl, filled with the same mush as before.
“I am sorry, but you must eat.”
Tears of anger and frustration rolled down Canada's eyes, his arms locked between his body and the wall at an awkward angle with Russia's knee digging into his chest, and his legs trapped underneath Russia's other leg. He struggled to turn his head away, but Russia had a hand in his hair, holding him in place.
Russia poured a small amount of the mush down the tube, and Canada had to fight to keep it from coming right back up. Somehow, he managed to swallow, just in time for Russia to dump a little more into the tube. By the end, Canada lay still, his arms numb and his throat sore. His face itched from dried tears and snot, and Russia's proud smile did nothing to make him feel better.
“Good dog,” Russia said as he untied the feeding tube and pulled it out. “You will not waste food again, will you?”
Canada shook his head, swallowing as he tried to erase the feeling of rubber down his throat. His mouth was dry, but he would not test Russia again by asking for water. Not now that he knew just how far the man was willing to go. Instead, he licked his lips a few times, staring up at Russia with frightened, pleading eyes. Begging for the man to realize what he was trying to ask.
Russia's smile broadened, “You are thirsty?”
Fearfully, Canada nodded, his shoulders hunched as he waited for Russia to find something wrong with his actions, some reason to hold back water in punishment.
“Very good.” Russia's hand swept through Canada's matted hair, patting him almost playfully. “You have learned. I will bring your water.”
And he did. The bowl was placed on the ground, filled with water. Beneath Russia's expectant gaze, Canada crawled forward, ducked his head and began to lap up the water.
“Good dog. You learn quickly,” Russia said, as if it was the highest praise he could give, before he left. Cutting off the light as he closed the door behind him.
Canada would have cried if he'd had any tears left.
Xx
Russia laughs as Canada finishes up his treat by licking his gloves, lapping up every last crumb of the first real food he'd had since his imprisonment. “You liked that, didn't you?”
Canada barks in what he hopes is an affirming manner, even as he watches Russia for more. One piece of meat was not enough to fill his stomach, and he hopes that there will be more real food, rather than the slop he is always served. Unfortunately, Russia has other plans.
“You get treats when you do well, little dog. If you are hungry, your bowl is right here.” Russia empties a can into one of two bowls sitting in an out of the way corner.
Canada frowns, but crawls over to eat. It is not mush, but more solid chunks of meat in some sort of gravy that he suspects might be actual dog food. He eats it anyway. Food is food, and refusing might put him back outside. And even if the taste is a bit odd, it's still better than the mush.
Full and warm, Canada laps up some water before he pads back to his nest, where he curls up to watch Russia move about the kitchen. It is peaceful, and a part of his mind begins to wonder if he would truly give it up for his old life - a life of being alone. The thought is quickly shut down, as Canada remembers his long captivity and reasserts his purpose. He would continue to play along with Russia until the man let his guard down. Then he would escape and expose Russia for his crimes.
Unconditional - Part 5 notes
anonymous
March 5 2011, 03:32:15 UTC
Word Count!anon: Thank you!! For thinking it's awesome, and for the suggestion. I've used word count before, but for some reason it completely slipped my mind to use it for this. Don't I feel stupid. :)
Friendly Pointer!anon: It doesn't distract at all? Good. That's what I needed to know. Thank you for telling me about the post-per-day/page thing. I'll be sure to remember to watch my fill posts in the future.
OP!anon: I like Crazy-but-Well-Meaning Russia. I'm glad I managed to keep him that way. :) Looking forward to this "big review" even if it means not hearing from you for a while.
-- Note for the story: Russia probably could have been nicer with the feeding, but having his efforts to "help" Canada thrown back in his face (literally) can't have been good for his anger issues (which he does have, despite being all friendly!crazy). Just in case that's bugging you as much as it's been bugging me. If it isn't... have a Jedi mind trick. Waves hand, "You will ignore the crazy author!anon."
This was all typed up in the previous post, but due to character constraints I had to cut it. So I put it here. Hopefully this isn't a problem, and if it is, I will refrain from doing it again.
Re: Unconditional - Part 5 notes
anonymous
March 6 2011, 11:14:42 UTC
I'm horrible at commenting (mostly because I'm always too lazy to log out) but this fill is seriously awesome.
At first, when I saw the request and the first few lines, I was all :| and then I read on some and was like =O and then I kept reading and was like =D ....and seriously there is no better way to express myself than through emoticons right now I suck at comments okay but wanted to comment here ;;
/stalks and reareads again and again
The only thing that lacks a bit in my eyes is... I'd really love to see some of Russia's motivation. Also I want to know where they areeeeee geographically |D
Russia returned later, wielding an oddly shaped object - like a bowl with a rubber tube stuck through a hole in the bottom and long leather straps hanging from the wide opening - in one hand, and a new bowl in the other. Both objects were set down close by before he turned to Canada. The look in his eyes had the smaller nation pulling away - he would not submit to whatever strange torture the man had come up with - but it was not long before Russia overpowered him. Holding Canada down, Russia shoved the tube into the boy's mouth and down his throat, ignoring his struggles as he gagged at the intrusion. The contraption was then tied in place, Russia pulling off the knot at the back of Canada's head with one hand.
Then he moved for the bowl, filled with the same mush as before.
“I am sorry, but you must eat.”
Tears of anger and frustration rolled down Canada's eyes, his arms locked between his body and the wall at an awkward angle with Russia's knee digging into his chest, and his legs trapped underneath Russia's other leg. He struggled to turn his head away, but Russia had a hand in his hair, holding him in place.
Russia poured a small amount of the mush down the tube, and Canada had to fight to keep it from coming right back up. Somehow, he managed to swallow, just in time for Russia to dump a little more into the tube. By the end, Canada lay still, his arms numb and his throat sore. His face itched from dried tears and snot, and Russia's proud smile did nothing to make him feel better.
“Good dog,” Russia said as he untied the feeding tube and pulled it out. “You will not waste food again, will you?”
Canada shook his head, swallowing as he tried to erase the feeling of rubber down his throat. His mouth was dry, but he would not test Russia again by asking for water. Not now that he knew just how far the man was willing to go. Instead, he licked his lips a few times, staring up at Russia with frightened, pleading eyes. Begging for the man to realize what he was trying to ask.
Russia's smile broadened, “You are thirsty?”
Fearfully, Canada nodded, his shoulders hunched as he waited for Russia to find something wrong with his actions, some reason to hold back water in punishment.
“Very good.” Russia's hand swept through Canada's matted hair, patting him almost playfully. “You have learned. I will bring your water.”
And he did. The bowl was placed on the ground, filled with water. Beneath Russia's expectant gaze, Canada crawled forward, ducked his head and began to lap up the water.
“Good dog. You learn quickly,” Russia said, as if it was the highest praise he could give, before he left. Cutting off the light as he closed the door behind him.
Canada would have cried if he'd had any tears left.
Xx
Russia laughs as Canada finishes up his treat by licking his gloves, lapping up every last crumb of the first real food he'd had since his imprisonment. “You liked that, didn't you?”
Canada barks in what he hopes is an affirming manner, even as he watches Russia for more. One piece of meat was not enough to fill his stomach, and he hopes that there will be more real food, rather than the slop he is always served. Unfortunately, Russia has other plans.
“You get treats when you do well, little dog. If you are hungry, your bowl is right here.” Russia empties a can into one of two bowls sitting in an out of the way corner.
Canada frowns, but crawls over to eat. It is not mush, but more solid chunks of meat in some sort of gravy that he suspects might be actual dog food. He eats it anyway. Food is food, and refusing might put him back outside. And even if the taste is a bit odd, it's still better than the mush.
Full and warm, Canada laps up some water before he pads back to his nest, where he curls up to watch Russia move about the kitchen. It is peaceful, and a part of his mind begins to wonder if he would truly give it up for his old life - a life of being alone. The thought is quickly shut down, as Canada remembers his long captivity and reasserts his purpose. He would continue to play along with Russia until the man let his guard down. Then he would escape and expose Russia for his crimes.
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Friendly Pointer!anon: It doesn't distract at all? Good. That's what I needed to know.
Thank you for telling me about the post-per-day/page thing. I'll be sure to remember to watch my fill posts in the future.
OP!anon: I like Crazy-but-Well-Meaning Russia. I'm glad I managed to keep him that way. :) Looking forward to this "big review" even if it means not hearing from you for a while.
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Note for the story:
Russia probably could have been nicer with the feeding, but having his efforts to "help" Canada thrown back in his face (literally) can't have been good for his anger issues (which he does have, despite being all friendly!crazy). Just in case that's bugging you as much as it's been bugging me. If it isn't... have a Jedi mind trick.
Waves hand, "You will ignore the crazy author!anon."
This was all typed up in the previous post, but due to character constraints I had to cut it. So I put it here. Hopefully this isn't a problem, and if it is, I will refrain from doing it again.
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At first, when I saw the request and the first few lines, I was all :| and then I read on some and was like =O and then I kept reading and was like =D ....and seriously there is no better way to express myself than through emoticons right now I suck at comments okay but wanted to comment here ;;
/stalks and reareads again and again
The only thing that lacks a bit in my eyes is... I'd really love to see some of Russia's motivation. Also I want to know where they areeeeee geographically |D
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