RusPrus - Liquids

Chapter two: Chores

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After wiping blood from my mouth I stood, dusting myself off before continuing my duties. Dusting, as I was before, to be exact. I dusted thoroughly, if I didn't, I knew that bastard would be on my arse at any minute after seeing it. Why couldn't Lithuania and Russia's other 'slaves', as I call it, do the task?       

Russia then walked back in after several minutes, quietly coming up behind me, then giving me commands.

"You're done dusting that now, clean the floor instead, da?" He then started walking away again after he said that- obviously not caring to stay and see what I had to say about it.

I turned to look at him; he had already turned and left.

"Damn you..." I muttered to myself; switching to clean the floor. "Vhy me?" I muttered again, getting on my hands and knees. I cleaned thoroughly, not wanting to hear him bitch at me if I hadn't.

Before he had left, he paused at hearing me say something to myself in the quiet room. But Russia didn't dwell on it for long, figuring it probably wasn't worth his time, and just decided to continue on his way back to where he had been before.

Before long, I had gotten sick and tired of being treated like some kind of animal. I stood, throwing the soaked cloth against the ground before rushing off angrily to find that damn Russian. After looking for awhile I had found him.

"I'm not doing shitze for you anymore. Do it yourself." I sassed, knowing that I would most likely be hit for it.

He quickly turned around with a blank expression.

"Excuse me?" Russia said somewhat quietly. "What did you say to me? Tell me, before I make you tell me, da?" He was completely facing my way now, pipe in-hand already.

Russia held the pipe tighter, and walked closer to me, picking me up by the collar of my shirt. "I see. But what you do not see, is that you do not have very many other choices, da?" He was smiling again. Russia seemed to have been almost furious under his smile.

I remained silent after that, I didn't want to talk. I didn't even want to look at the guy. In which, I averted my hued eyes, now looking at my own shoes. I was almost scared to be hit with that pipe, but, I'm too awesome and cool, I'm not going to run away. Hell no!

"No comment?" He asked quietly. After a short period of silence, he spoke again. "Alright then." Russia then hit me with the pipe, of course not hard enough to knock me out, but just enough to keep me conscious and in pain. He dropped me onto the floor. "Go do your chores."

I did not have fun with this of course. Damn, that stupid piece of metal hurt. Why does he even have that pipe of his?

I found myself laying on the floor longer then I needed to. Not in pain, but just considering what he'd done to me so far. I wasn't going to comply.

He stared at me, waiting for me to do what I was told. But I didn't.

Russia cleared his throat, "Excuse me, what are you doing?"

"Fick dich." I sputtered, preparing to be hit once more. I kept my arms above my head and face, those were the places I didn't want to be hit the most. Because of my good looks and the critical damage, of course.

The Russian sighed.

"Why can't you do what you're told?" He hit me where my arms were, sending a shocking-like pain flying through my arms ending at my elbows.