Privet~ This is a one shot story...
Also, it's based on a true story ._. I'll explain more in the end
Enjoy~
"STOP IT!"
These words echoed and repeated endlessly in a room. Inside it was a little boy and a tall man. The man stood and held an empty bucket. On the other hand, the boy laid on the cold floor, shivering. He was curled up in a ball to protect most of his pale body, and to protect himself from the water surrounding him. The man walked away to fetch another bucket full of cold water.
"P-please... Stop..."
The boy spotted an exit not to far from where he laid, so he quietly crawled his way there.
"I'm almost there... I can do it! I can finally escape from this hell!"
His heart almost stopped beating when he heard that familiar and haunting voice.
"Where are you going?"
The man grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back to his original spot. The poor boy yelped and reached out for his escape that was slowly getting away. His hope for freedom vanishing as it went further and further away. As hope finally left him, tears slowly rolled down his red cheeks. Tears turned into a stream as it fell endlessly to the freezing floor. When his hair was finally unhanded, he curled up in a ball once again. His eyes widens as he spots the bucket in the air.
"N-no...! S-s-stop...!"
The bucket came down like a waterfall on the boy. He screamed so loud to the point where his vocal cords throbbed.
"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOOOP IIIIIT!"
The water was so cold that the boy couldn't think of any words to describe the feeling. The pouring water felt endless to him. He could no longer stand this torturous pain. As the bucket finally ran out of water, he shivered like mad from the cold and from fear. Panting and taking in as much air as possible.
"Have you learned your lesson yet..."
The man started off.
"...Россия?"
The boy froze, and it wasn't from the cold.
"D-don't say my name you...you..."
He stopped. Deciding that if he said anymore, he'd be drenched with water again. The man chuckled and went to get more water again.
"Good boy, Russia"
The boy looked away. "Hmph!" and he mumbled something in Russian.
This time the man didn't bring the bucket. He squats down and smiles at Russia.
"Did you say something?"
Finally, the Russian boy snaps.
"I hate you! I HATE you! You deserve to die in hell! Once I grow up, I'll destroy and kill you if it's the last thing I do! I'll kill you with my bare hands AND your Mongolian empire!"
Russian panted and closed his eyes, finally unleashing his anger. The man continued to smile and stood up.
"We shall see Russia..."
He walks to get the bucket and holds it up in the air. Then, poured the water on the boy and listened to his glass-shattering scream once more.
"We shall see..."
Here is the story:
I was on vacation with my family in a cabin in an area full of snow. I was taking a bath and i didn't know that my sis was giving my niece a bath. Since we were both using the water, the hot water ran out. Thus making us take an icy cold shower. And my nice started screaming and cry: "Stop it!" My sis told me to turn off my shower so the hot water would hopefully come out, which it never did. While waiting for her to finish and hearing her cry and scream, i came up with this one-shot.