If you run from a wolf, you may run into a bear- Lithuanian proverb
Rumors ran rapid through the Soviet Union. Squeaking around in every classroom, murmuring in every office. Hopping around at every bus station, and skipping naked down the streets.
A nuclear disaster in Kyshtym, Russia. A top secret Government experiment gone wrong. A contamination, with thousands evacuating, and radiation seeping into the earth, up the plants, down the rivers, and into humans and animals.
Fish washing up dead, babies born with extra limbs, disfigured trees and warped, twisted vegetables. Dogs limping around in pain, children's hair falling out in clumps, and infants crying about their diseased, burning skin.
didn't need to be told what happened. He could feel it in his side, eating away at his muscle tissue, as he shook with agony. The nuclear plant that was used for the experiment overheated in the process, which caused a nuclear meltdown, and the results were devastating.
Russia bit his lip to keep from screaming, as tears streamed down his face. The wall had multiple holes in from punch after punch, and as Russia paced the office in sheer pain. He chugged another vodka and threw it against the wall, the shards ringing like bells as they fell.
His boss was trying desperately to get the situation under control, sending men with gas masks to clean up the toxic waste. Lithuania had tried to help, to bring him water or medicine or something, but yelled at him to leave. After three hours of pain he began to feel better. His side reduced to a steady but still horrible ache, and he was gasping and rocking.
'It's all those stupid, stupid beasts' He thought, as he desperately rubbed his side. He couldn't take it anymore, all of it. Germany, Stalin, his sisters absence, the looks of disgust and fear at every world meeting, all of it swirled in his head as something snapped inside him. The alcohol and adrenaline pounding through his veins.
He suddenly felt a sharp jolt through his body, and he leaned forward and vomited blood on the floor. He straightened, gasping for breath. With a groan, he swung his office door open, just about sending it off it's hinges.
As soon as he saw Boneliet, he snatched him roughly by the throat before the animal could get away and swung his arm, throwing Boneliet onto the farthest wall. The mutant heard a crunch, like someone stepping on a cracker, as he fell uncontrollably on his right leg.
Panic pounded in his ears as he struggled to his feet, blood trailing behind him. He wasn't fast enough, and Russia had whacked him on the back and head with his trusty metal pipe. Russia felt like he had less and less control over his own body, as every instinct he had yelled at him to keep hitting, keep hurting, and he shut his eyes tight with self hate and anger.
The mutant barked and tried to get away, but just before Russia had time to deliver the killing blow, someone had grabbed the pipe out of Russia's hands and slammed him on the cheek with it, sending him falling onto the ground .
Russia stood up wobbling, his cheek spouting blood. It just added to the blood on his chin and jacket. Estonia and Latvia had also ran to the scene with their beasts to see what happened. "How could you do this?!" Lithuania demanded. Russia stood up breathing heavily. Not even he knew what was happening at this point. His instinct urged him to hit Lithuania back, to send him flying down the hallway, but something held his fist in place, something didn't let him. Not Lithuania.
"I understand you're hurt, ok? I understand how much pain you're in! But this isn't Bone's fault!"
Russia was very surprised to hear that anyone at all understood him.
"It isn't anyone's fault, because no one can make you feel anything! You're not some wild animal, so control yourself for heaven's sake!" Lithuania dropped the bloody pipe with a metallic clatter. "That's the only way you can prosper! To love yourself and others, is the only way you can truly win against anyone." He walked past Russia swiftly, and bent down to examine Boneliet.
The leg was definitely broken, and Bonie felt a wave of relief knowing his owner was there. As soon as Lithuania was out of the way however, Shreduard struggled out of Estonia's grasp and pounced on Russia snarling, thirsty for revenge.
Russia was knocked to the ground again, but whipped an army knife from his pocket and slashed the mutant over his snarling face just before he was about to rip out Russia's throat.
The beast stepped off whimpering, the red line over his face bleeding, Russia stood up and spit on him, spit on the whole goddamn world and stepped back into his study. He couldn't bring himself to care anymore. He felt dead. He wanted to disappear under the face of the earth and drown forever, and invited whatever gods that were watching to look down and laugh.