Mr. Russia had been sitting on the couch for the past half-hour, listening to his chief adviser insult him, obsess over paperwork, and discuss affairs. He regretfully helped the officials effectively stuff the mutants in their cages, and was waiting for the adviser to get on with the procedure.
The beasts clawed and growled in their cages, as the adviser ranted on about the Red Army, German invaders, fascists, battle tactics, capitalism, and so on. Then, a few scientists re-explained how valuable the mutants were to the scientific community, how their nuclear warfare will destroy the fascists, how communism will prevail, and how it's time to conclude the experiment.
"Are you even listening?" the adviser hissed. Russia was leaning his cheek into the palm his hand, his eyes rolling all the way back in his head to emphasize his boredom to full extent. The same smile was trained on his face, but he livened up when he was addressed. He sat up straight and raised his hand like a school student. "what now, you moron?" the chief adviser snarled.
"Why kill them?" Russia asked, more confident than last time. Laughter filled the room again. The adviser stood up slowly, for dramatic effect, a grim expression on his face. Russia was not afraid of him. "I'll tell you why, you useless brat", he spat. "Because they're disgusting abominations of nature. Look at them!" he swung his hand in the direction of the cages, and the mutants were howling inside them.
"And how dare you question the orders of our great, selfless leaders. The beasts caused the disaster, you know! Or are you so stupid, you can't see it's their fault" The officials and scientists peered into the cages. "Why, they're complete disgraces" someone added. "Hideous, absolutely", said someone else.
Russia reclined back into his couch, and opened a vodka with his teeth. 'Like you?' He thought, spitting out the cap. "Are you listening to me?!" The chief adviser roared. One of the officials decided enough time was being wasted. "I propose we get on with business", he said standing up and nodding. The adviser nodded back at him, and the official pulled out his pistol.
"Wait!" The chief adviser shouted, sorting through a few documents. "This needs a proper declaration! Our fearless leader would be wouldn't want this done without a proper declaration." The scientists and officials rolled their eyes, but decided they were not to question orders. He began reading the declaration, but only a few minutes in, they were quite rudely interrupted by some kind of smashing sound, and quickly approaching footsteps.
Russia jerked his head in Lithuania's direction, his fake smile immediately replaced by a genuine grin. It was almost as if the weariness of the meeting washed off of him. Russia felt his heart soar at how brave Lithuania looked, how angelic at this very moment. He triumphed over the scene so well, that even the most important government officials, even Russia's chief adviser, looked puny compared to Lithuania's honest soul.
Russia looked back at him, to see him ripping up the documents in anger. In the cages, Boneliet barked with hope. "Shut it up!" the adviser yelled, kicking the cage. "Russia! How dare you defy my orders?!" Russia felt a stab of fear, as he looked from adviser to Lithuanian. In the chaos, nobody noticed a small, ash covered Latvia snatch the key from Russia's pocket.
"What the hell are they doing here?! Attack them!" The adviser yelled, and two officials took out their pistols and shot in Lithuania's direction, who ducked under the couch. The gunshots cracked like thunder and the bullets soared through the air, leaving a dozen holes in the walls and windows. Lithuania grabbed the underside of the couch and sharply flung it at a few of the officials. They were trapped underneath, as cracks from the impact trailed up the wall.
More gunshot cracks and the smell of gunpowder, before he swung a high kick and knocked out an official who was slow to get away. He picked up the officials gun, and held it out in front of him in warning. Blood ran down from his forehead, and he aimed at the few of the officials, cocking the pistol for special effect. He was panting as he scanned the room for any sudden movements.
Russia just sighed and looked at his poor couch, as a few of the officials finally managed to climb out from under it. "Liet, look out!" Estonia's shrill scream pounded in Lithuania's ears as he swirled around only to be tackled by a few of the officials at once. He desperately fired, but only hit the ceiling, and a shower of ceiling powder fell on his face. The official had his arms in a tight lock, and pressed a gun to the back of his head.
Lithuania breathed heavily, reassuring himself that he cannot die at the hands of a human. If he were to get shot though, that would indeed be very painful. The rest of the officials charged at him, many already out of ammunition. After kneeing a few in the groin, he shot upwards again, taking out the chandelier.
He struggled away from the mess of arms and hands, right before the chandelier came down and knocked out a couple more men with a clang that made Russia cringe, and they toppled to the floor like dominoes. Russia just pinched the bridge of his nose, as the adviser yelled at him to go help and desperately dialled something on Russia's old rotary phone. Estonia kicked down everyone who attacked and covered Lithuania from the back. He also managed to steal away a pistol, and the two of them stepped around in circle, knees bent and guns gripped tight. Rips and tears in their sweaty uniforms, with their faces and hands covered in drying blood.
Lithuania could taste the blood, like an old copper penny, pooling in his mouth, and he roundhouse kicked each new attacker in the face. They kept coming back at him like swarms of flies, as Lithuania tried to keep track of each one. As it became more and more clear that he and his brothers will win the battle, Lithuania felt more and more victorious, but he was becoming weary quickly. "Hang on a bit more, Lithuania" Said Estonia, correcting his glasses.
"We just have to take down these last ones…" Latvia meanwhile, had taken advantage of the distraction and began to unlock each cage. He only had time to unlock Fatvia, before an official, beaten up and hardly standing, grabbed him roughly by the collar. Latvia squeaked. "I don't believe those keys are yours, little boy" The official hissed.
He was about to say something else, but Latvia sunk his set of sharp teeth in his hand, leaving a perfect row of red bloody gashes. Fatvia meanwhile had jumped out of his cage, and picked up the dropped key in his mouth. Stealthily, he slid the key in the lock, and unlocked a crazed Shreduard. The whole room seemed to freeze as the werewolf mutant let out a deafening roar and pounced out of his cage. Saliva dripped from his teeth as the beast threw his head back and sent the ripped curtains billowing.
The only officials still fighting either fainted or jumped out the window. Latvia walked over to the windows and peered at the world on his tiptoes. The last of the officials had ran over the hills in the winter sunset, with the adviser hopping after them. Lithuania's heart was pounding, but he was grinning ear to ear as he helped Boneliet out of the cage.
Before anyone could celebrate though, the door flew open and in walked the boss himself, straightening his tie and cocking a huge rifle. He looked the Baltics up and down like they're messy children, and cleared his throat. Shreduard was about to attack him, but Estonia did his best to restrain the mutant. From what he's gathered, a rifle shot would be fatal.
"I have received a phone call earlier…" Began the boss, shifting his gaze to Russia. "And I have received news of an unwelcome company interfering with my orders as leader."
'I thought they were welcome, that has to count for something', Russia thought.
"And this kind of disobedience will not be tolerated-" "Why are you killing them?!" Latvia yelled. "Russia, shut your little servant up." Commanded the commander. "And since none of my stupid workers were able to fight off a few pesky Baltics and shoot a few mutants, the job falls to me." A look of horror came over Lithuania's face as Russia's boss snatched Boneliet, who's broken leg slowed him down considerably.
He pressed the pistol to the back of the mutant's head, as Boney barked helplessly and tried to get away. "No!" Lithuania screamed, tripping over unconscious bodies as he tried to get to his mutant. His heart was leaping in his chest as he reached out a hand in one last desperate attempt to save Boneliet. He only saw the pull of the trigger and a loud gunshot like the crack of thunder.