"Lithuania is cooking, Eduard is fixing the pipes, and Latvia is cleaning. Ukraine is shopping for presents…"
Russia turned to the only two people left in his house, "Kaliningrad, Belarus, please go out and get the groceries for me?"
Belarus lit up and ran to Russia. She clung to his arm and beamed up at him, "What do you need, brother? Vodka, eggs, bread?"
"All of that and more," he handed her a list with a shaky hand and she took it. After ogling over Russia's handwriting, she looked up at him and dug her nails into his arm from excitement, "I will not fail you, brother."
"Take your time," Russia said with tears in his eyes. Belarus reluctantly let go of her brother and grabbed her coat while grumbling, "Come on you useless dunce."
She opened the door with no response, "Kaliningrad!"
Still no response. She marched over to the Prussian and punched him in the chest, "Wake up! We're going grocery shopping for brother." She growled.
Prussia rubbed his chest where she punched him. At least there wasn't a knife in her fist that time; Why were girls so crazy!
He yawned and stood stretching, only to receive another punch to the bosom, "Hurry up!"
"Ow okay stop punching me you crazy bitch!"
An eerie silence fell over them, and the atmosphere in the room grew darker. Prussia blinked. Hungary yelled, and that was scary. But somehow, Belarus's silence freaked him out much more. He ran as fast as he could to his room to change.
By the time he was ready, Belarus had grabbed the house keys and the money and was out the door. Prussia caught up to her and sucked in that cold winter air.
"I'm too awesome to carry grocery bags!"
More like lazy.
But the Prussian would not give into Belarus's intense glares. Vodka bottles were heavy! "Are you not a man? You can at least carry one."
"I hear Russia has a thing for chicks who take the guy's part."
"…Really?" her mood brightened and Prussia nodded. Instantly she took the groceries off the counter and started walking outside again, "Hurry up you fag."
"I'm not a fag!" Prussia ran after.
Ten minutes of more of Prussia's insipid blathering, Belarus had toned him out. They were halfway home now, and suddenly, in her thoughts, she realized Prussia was lying to her. The dark aura slowly came back and she fell further behind Prussia. He took no notice as she glared malevolently at the back of his head.
Blood shall be spilt tonight.