THE END IS NEVER THE END II Countryhumans AU

6: MAN'S BEST FRIEND

(A/N: I'm not entirely sure what this chapter turned into either but just roll with it.)

I honestly didn't think that I would start my morning like this. Belarus was prepared when she came here. She had some fancy handcuff hanging from her utility belt like some sort of keychain. If my wrist weren't already hurting from the heavy scav work we do daily, the cuff was so tight that I was certain that it would pop my hand straight off. It wasn't just your ordinary donut-looking piece of metal either. It looked more like an entire metal brick that encapsulates your entire hand. It locks around your wrist and keeps the rest of your hand covered so you can't try any funny ideas. Honestly, I'm taller and stronger than her still. But trying to run away is already a dead end. As she drags me around, I could hear her barking orders to other officers around. A lot of them crowd around me with their big weapons all up in my face. I can't see their facial expressions at all. Their mouths are covered with thick bandanas and the rest of their face is covered with a slick black helmet adorned with a thick visor. Although judging from their body language, they look... Surprisingly excited. It's because of me, isn't it? Usually when they're called to catch someone, it's only just some pathetic small fry. It's been like this for years. They're bored. But they're guarding me now. They've got a big catch and they're amused by my suffering. Not only that, but my gangmaster's joining the party. He looks drunk as hell. Nobody is usually supposed to be drunk, especially on duty, but he's always been like this. Kinda wondering now how he wasn't fired years ago, and how he's not even fired now that Belarus sees who he really is. Maybe she's not interested. I mean I'm here after all. There's bigger problems to deal with than drunk slaves.

Solkev came in too. He was the one who ran this whole circus anyway. Mate gives me that glare like he's disappointed in me. I glare back at him and growl a little. I get a bonk on the head by a bloody rifle for it from one of the guards. I look back at em, "Y'better watch where ya aimin' that scrap or it's your noggin' that's getting bonked." They look at each other and just laugh at me. One of them pulled out a long chain and tie it to my handcuff. "Easy there, you little щенок." He said as the other laughs a long. Another added in, "It's adorable how your bark's bigger than your size."

"I BEG YOUR EFFIN' PARDON??!" And for getting offended, I get another hit with a rifle. That ol' football helmet would've surely been nice right about now. And it was as if being hit twice wasn't enough, again, another one thought it'd be funny to do it again. "Don't make us put a muzzle on you next."

"I'm not an animal, you bloody git." I growl at them. They were about to hit me again but Belarus began barking orders. Looks like she's done with speaking to Solkev and it's time to go. The guy who was holding the chain tugs on it as the guards began marching forward, aggressively dragging me along.

I try to catch up with Belarus and whispered to her, "Hey, I know I'm now your prisoner now and all, but can you maybe have a talk with your wankers? Very kinky they are." I lifted my hand up a little and showed her the chain. She rolls her eyes, not even believing me. "Look, if you ain't gonna treat me right, I'll be more annoying to you and everyone knows how much of a nuisance I can get if I want to. Besides, they was tryna give me a concussion and threatened to put a muzzle on me." It looked like Belarus was gonna say something but she decided not to. Instead, she snapped her head to the guards behind us that were holding in their laughter and began barking more orders in their native language, straightening them. She turns back at me with a small sigh. "I apologize." She responds. I take a glance behind us and see that they look visibly enraged. I give them a smug look as I tug forward on my handcuff. The guy who was holding the chain was caught off guard with it and I almost managed to pull him to the ground. Would've been funny too if he plummeted down 'cause I wouldn't be the only animal around then.

Truth be told, I find it both rather hilarious and quite ludricous that I'm treated nicely.... Well, by Belarus at least. Perhaps it's that as she mentioned earlier, I'm a special case and they don't seem to want to have... Another repeat with France. I mean, they're inviting for me to get another prosthetic arm. What are the chances that your supposedly cruel overlords would be that nice to you? Of course, I'm not going to be that demanding. I don't want to really piss anybody off that much, and perhaps it's just Belarus taking things differently. I've noticed that the siblings rule over us in their own individual ways. They don't exactly follow a strict set of rules. They even sometimes make their own. As of now, it seems that Belarus is a little bit kinder than the others. Though I would be lying if I said that I still wasn't absolutely horrified about what's to come next. I wonder what my boys are up to now. I've probably already said this a hundred times already, but as a father, I'm bloody hoping that one of my brothers bumped into them and are taking care of them right now. Just the bare thought of them being left unsupervised in this hell of a wasteland is already filling me with anxiety.