[Part 1] RusCan, On-To-Ottawa Trek, "Dancing Red" 2/3
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October 12 2011, 16:22:19 UTC
Ivan stood up, looking around at the condition. His people didn’t want to finally escape the trap they have been in since the very moment society was formed? Ivan’s body was strong, powerful, lithe as he jumped unto a crate. His voice was booming, echoing out and filling the camp as a testament to his power, the power of communism.
“Who here wants what they have worked so hard to earn?”, Canadians all around stopped and stared. Matthew even sat up from his spot against a wall. “The proletariats have been abused and taken advantage of. You work infinitely harder than the bourgeoisie, and yet they are the ones who get the fruits of your labor”, the crowd seemed to form instantly. Much to Ivan’s pleasure, Matthew looked in awe and shock at the positive reactions Ivan was getting.
“And now their greed has led to your suffering. You work for meager sums, content and happy when you can simply make it. But now, I want you to imagine a new world”, Ivan licked his lips, happy at the attention. Canadians didn’t want communism? It didn’t seem that way. “A world where we are not selfishly trying to take advantage of another human being. People are not means to an end, but are ends in themselves. We shouldn’t have to fight each other for the necessities and pleasures of life, but work together to ensure all have what they need”, Canadians hooted and hollered, chanting and cheering Ivan on. Matthew stared at the hulking man at the center of the crowd. In the barren and cold land, crowded with the poor and suffering, his glowing and strong body seemed to be like a god.
“Join me?”, Ivan’s words had dropped in tone and their eyes meet. From Ivan to Matthew, Russia and the entire USSR to Canada, the invitation was clear.
~
Even after Ivan’s speech, the camp buzzed. The people were empowered, the movement started. Ivan didn’t say anything as he stood above Matthew. Their breathing clashed, slow and smooth with heavy and stuttering. Matthew didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Ivan waited. Nothing was said.
It was such a shame, Canada had such promise. But Ivan was done. He would not force a movement. Besides, he noted looking at the buzzing and lively camp around him, the movement already started. Matthew could come to him for help, if he wanted.
“M-maybe…I could…”, Ivan turned around and looked at boy. His eyes danced with fear and uncertainty, just as before, but now with hope, and a flicker of promise. Ivan’s lips contorted into a wide, wolfish grin. Two long strides and he was in front of where Canada sat against the wall.
“You could”, he said, leaving no room for doubt. He dropped so that he was straddling Matthew’s lap. He didn’t want Matthew backing out. Matthew shifted under him.
“Maybe, just…”, Matthew refused to look at him. Ivan didn’t like it. Gently, as soft as he ever got, Ivan rested a hand on Matthew’s face, making him look at him. There was nothing else to say. Ivan rested his other hand on Matthew’s, holding it lightly. After a moment Matthew’s hand gripped Ivan’s. Confidence seemed to surge through Canada as the camp shimmered down into a determined silence. “I will”, his voice didn’t weaken or hesitate. He would. Russia stood, using their joined hand to bring Canada up as well. They would.
~
Ivan wrapped an arm around Matthew’s waist and rested a cheek on his head. The rest of the world may sneer at him, but at least he had Matthew. Said nation seemed to snuggle deeper into Ivan’s side.
The nation was still warming up to the idea. That was okay though, because they were getting there. Unions were forming and gaining power. The proletariats were aware of the class difference and the movement had start. Matthew watched the union meeting progress with curiosity. Ivan, with glorious revolution dancing in his heart.
“Who here wants what they have worked so hard to earn?”, Canadians all around stopped and stared. Matthew even sat up from his spot against a wall. “The proletariats have been abused and taken advantage of. You work infinitely harder than the bourgeoisie, and yet they are the ones who get the fruits of your labor”, the crowd seemed to form instantly. Much to Ivan’s pleasure, Matthew looked in awe and shock at the positive reactions Ivan was getting.
“And now their greed has led to your suffering. You work for meager sums, content and happy when you can simply make it. But now, I want you to imagine a new world”, Ivan licked his lips, happy at the attention. Canadians didn’t want communism? It didn’t seem that way. “A world where we are not selfishly trying to take advantage of another human being. People are not means to an end, but are ends in themselves. We shouldn’t have to fight each other for the necessities and pleasures of life, but work together to ensure all have what they need”, Canadians hooted and hollered, chanting and cheering Ivan on. Matthew stared at the hulking man at the center of the crowd. In the barren and cold land, crowded with the poor and suffering, his glowing and strong body seemed to be like a god.
“Join me?”, Ivan’s words had dropped in tone and their eyes meet. From Ivan to Matthew, Russia and the entire USSR to Canada, the invitation was clear.
~
Even after Ivan’s speech, the camp buzzed. The people were empowered, the movement started. Ivan didn’t say anything as he stood above Matthew. Their breathing clashed, slow and smooth with heavy and stuttering. Matthew didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Ivan waited. Nothing was said.
It was such a shame, Canada had such promise. But Ivan was done. He would not force a movement. Besides, he noted looking at the buzzing and lively camp around him, the movement already started. Matthew could come to him for help, if he wanted.
“M-maybe…I could…”, Ivan turned around and looked at boy. His eyes danced with fear and uncertainty, just as before, but now with hope, and a flicker of promise. Ivan’s lips contorted into a wide, wolfish grin. Two long strides and he was in front of where Canada sat against the wall.
“You could”, he said, leaving no room for doubt. He dropped so that he was straddling Matthew’s lap. He didn’t want Matthew backing out. Matthew shifted under him.
“Maybe, just…”, Matthew refused to look at him. Ivan didn’t like it. Gently, as soft as he ever got, Ivan rested a hand on Matthew’s face, making him look at him. There was nothing else to say. Ivan rested his other hand on Matthew’s, holding it lightly. After a moment Matthew’s hand gripped Ivan’s. Confidence seemed to surge through Canada as the camp shimmered down into a determined silence. “I will”, his voice didn’t weaken or hesitate. He would. Russia stood, using their joined hand to bring Canada up as well. They would.
~
Ivan wrapped an arm around Matthew’s waist and rested a cheek on his head. The rest of the world may sneer at him, but at least he had Matthew. Said nation seemed to snuggle deeper into Ivan’s side.
The nation was still warming up to the idea. That was okay though, because they were getting there. Unions were forming and gaining power. The proletariats were aware of the class difference and the movement had start. Matthew watched the union meeting progress with curiosity. Ivan, with glorious revolution dancing in his heart.
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