Yandere! [Ukraine×Canada]

Yandere [Part 15]

Ukraine laid huddled up in the bathtub. It had been maybe an hour or two of Canada's nonstop threats of what he'd do to Ukraine if the slavic did not leave the bathroom. It didn't matter if he left the bathroom or not. Those things would happen eventually. For the last fifteen minutes, Canada had been attempting to sweet talk his way into getting Ukraine to leave the bathroom, which, of course, did not work.

"Ukie, please.. Im sorry- I was just angry.. I've apologized over and over- please, come outside.." Canada spoke through the door, a soft sniffle accompanying his words. Ukraine knew Canada wasn't crying. He knew that the Canadian was just trying to make him feel bad.

Ukraine remained silent. His eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, and he had taken off his shirt to use as a pillow. He was trying to come up with something.. He needed a way to get out of there. Oh- there was an idea that could work.

"...O- Only if you m-...make me-...Uhm- s- some...erm-... Tea! O- Only if you make me s- some tea.." Ukraine mumbled, sitting up in the bathtub. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Once he heard the kettle, Ukraine would make a run for it. It should work..

"Oh- Okay-! I'll be back in a moment, dear." The Canadian sighed, before footsteps could be heard walking off. Ukraine quickly put on his shirt, quietly got out of the bathtub and tiptoed his way to the door. He slowly turned the lock, cringing at the quiet click of the lock unlocking. Okay- okay. Any moment now...

The kettle filled with boiling water could be faintly heard from the bathroom. Once Ukraine was sure that the water boiling would at least somewhat distract Canada, he threw open the door and ran. Fuck- where even was the front door?!

"Ah!!" Ukraine gasped as he got tackled to the ground mere inches away from the kitchen doorway. Canada had been waiting for him to pull a stunt like this, hadn't he..

"You bitch.." Canada growled, firmly grasping Ukraine's wrists, moving them to hold Ukraine's arms with one hand. The Ukrainian thrashed around, trying desperately to free himself.

"You really hate me that much, huh? Oh, i'll fucking make you love me, you ungrateful brat!" The Canadian hissed getting up. His grip on Ukraine's wrists remained strong, as he began dragging Ukraine to the bedroom.

To say that Ukraine was petrified would be an understatement. He sobbed and tried to pull his hands free, but was unsuccessful at doing so. What was Canada going to do to him? Beat him..? That.. That wouldn't be that bad. Physical abuse was never as bad as harming someone mentally. That was how Ukraine saw it, anyways. When he got beaten, at least he knew the beating was over. The words though... They stuck. They stuck like glue, and they were extremely hard to forget.

Ukraine got snapped out of his thoughts as he felt himself being tossed onto the bed. As soon as he was let go of, he attempted to crawl away, but Canada grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back, before turning Ukraine over onto his back. The Ukrainian let out a whimper as a hand got placed over his mouth, preventing him from talking.

"Listen here, Ukie. I'm going to keep you locked in this room without any food or water until you learn to fucking appreciate me more, got it?" The Canadian growled, undoing Ukraine's belt. He turned Ukraine around once again, to have him lay down on his stomach. The Canadian then forced Ukraine's arms behind his back, before tying them together with the belt.

Canada knew Ukraine. Fuck, he knew Ukraine better than Ukraine knew himself. He knew that the moment Canada left the room, Ukraine would do anything in his power to make Canada's stay here absolute misery. That's why he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a ball gag, roughly forced Ukraine's mouth open, before shoving the gag into his mouth, securing it around the other's head.

Canada then got off of the other, looking him up and down as Ukraine glared back at him. The smaller man's eyes were red and his cheeks were tear stained, but he did not say a thing... Mostly because he physically couldn't.

"behave." Canada said in a stern voice, which was underlined by a sense of authority. The Canadian then walked over to the door and left the room. A soft click of a lock could be heard shortly after, leaving Ukraine alone with his thoughts. If it weren't for the gag, he'd scream until his throat was sore and he was unable to talk. Fuck, and now he was stuck.

Ukraine shuffled off of the bed, standing up. It felt awfully weird to stand with his handa tied behind his back. He felt incredibly off balance, and he swore he'd fall over if he didn't have something to lean onto. The Ukrainian took small, shaky steps towards the door, before turning around, so he could grab the door handle and wiggle it a little bit. Of course it was locked..

The man then looked around the room. There was nothing that he could use to get....Out of......There. Oh, the window!!