Kennels [2/2]
anonymous
April 4 2009, 13:48:01 UTC
Canada had just been grateful that he had been allowed clothes. They kept him warmer than he would be had he been stripped bare, though they were little comfort. He was desperate just to be allowed inside, so whenever meals came, he would choke down as much as he could.
Slowly, he’d wormed his way into the house. At first, he’d tried to stand straight, as soon as he was unattached from the chain that kept him on all fours. That had resulted in another day without warmth from the house. However, Canada was a quick learner when it meant things felt better. He’d learnt to eat all his food, to remain on all fours, to bark. He’d done tricks and had begged for proper, human food when required. He was, essentially, Russia’s lapdog. But there had still been that spirit there. He was doing it all to feel warmer.
So came the time when Russia allowed Matthew to stay inside. He’d slept on the hard stone floor of the kitchen, in front of the stove- the warmest place he could find. And slowly, as he’d been stripped for his bath, he realised that he couldn’t find the heart to struggle anymore. He didn’t feel the need to. The refusal of clothes after the bath did not leave Matthew feel any more demeaned than before. In fact, he felt safe, with just the collar adorning his neck. The lock had been removed and Matthew had still happily curled up in front of the stove, on his bed of blankets.
Which had lead to this, the position they were in now. Matthew playing the typical role of the dog adoring its master. His mind was blank, other than the thought of being with Russia. Maybe this was part of Russia’s big plan to become one with everyone, but if everyone felt like this, it would all be fine, the world would be at peace.
Not even a week later, Alfred would turn up at Canada’s house, only to find Canada asleep in front of the fire. A bark would emit from Canada’s mouth as he awoke, looking at Alfred for a moment, before Canada would cough and whimper, trying to find the words to say something. Alfred would become concerned, terrified almost, that anyone could reduce his brother to this, would hunt Russia down, all the while, Canada looking puzzled and trying to work out how to stop his head strong brother going after Russia. After all, Russia was his master, what would he do without him?
It doesn't continue at the moment... It was possibly the quickest fill I've ever done, actually. Though, I could always make a sequel. Maybe de-anon if I'm feeling overly brave... I shall think on this...
Slowly, he’d wormed his way into the house. At first, he’d tried to stand straight, as soon as he was unattached from the chain that kept him on all fours. That had resulted in another day without warmth from the house. However, Canada was a quick learner when it meant things felt better. He’d learnt to eat all his food, to remain on all fours, to bark. He’d done tricks and had begged for proper, human food when required. He was, essentially, Russia’s lapdog. But there had still been that spirit there. He was doing it all to feel warmer.
So came the time when Russia allowed Matthew to stay inside. He’d slept on the hard stone floor of the kitchen, in front of the stove- the warmest place he could find. And slowly, as he’d been stripped for his bath, he realised that he couldn’t find the heart to struggle anymore. He didn’t feel the need to. The refusal of clothes after the bath did not leave Matthew feel any more demeaned than before. In fact, he felt safe, with just the collar adorning his neck. The lock had been removed and Matthew had still happily curled up in front of the stove, on his bed of blankets.
Which had lead to this, the position they were in now. Matthew playing the typical role of the dog adoring its master. His mind was blank, other than the thought of being with Russia. Maybe this was part of Russia’s big plan to become one with everyone, but if everyone felt like this, it would all be fine, the world would be at peace.
Not even a week later, Alfred would turn up at Canada’s house, only to find Canada asleep in front of the fire. A bark would emit from Canada’s mouth as he awoke, looking at Alfred for a moment, before Canada would cough and whimper, trying to find the words to say something. Alfred would become concerned, terrified almost, that anyone could reduce his brother to this, would hunt Russia down, all the while, Canada looking puzzled and trying to work out how to stop his head strong brother going after Russia. After all, Russia was his master, what would he do without him?
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Does the story continue at all?
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It doesn't continue at the moment... It was possibly the quickest fill I've ever done, actually. Though, I could always make a sequel. Maybe de-anon if I'm feeling overly brave... I shall think on this...
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Please have some internets <3. (Since I'm running out of first-borns)
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Unless you have multiple first borns, I think you might have run out after one... Unless you're like that creepy lady that had 8 kids. She scared me.
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Thankyou for writing this!
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