Sealand skipped into the meeting room. His friend, Canadia or Canadee or something like that, was hosting this meeting and had given everybody new seats. Sealand looked around for his name. He found it between Russia's and Norway's. He climbed into the seat and waited for the meeting to start, humming happily to himself. Sealand started to doodle in his notebook, drawing a robot, a chocolate bar, a picture of him standing on top of the world, and a picture of him beating up that jerk England. He was finishing up the last little bit of his victory pose when he heard a voice behind him.

"You are in my seat, Ребёнок."

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Belarus was mad. Her boss had made her late so she couldn't travel with Russia to the stupid meeting, on her way to the airport she had to break a man's hands for trying to grab onto her, the ridiculously weak nation that was hosting this obnoxious meeting had tried to place her next to Lithuania and far away from her brother, and now this... child was sitting in her seat.

Belarus was past mad. She was pissed.

Belarus tried to keep the harshness out of her voice. She didn't try very hard.

"You are in my seat, Ребёнок."

The child turned around, his sparkling blue eyes expressing confusion. She hated those eyes. They weren't the beautiful violet of her brother's eyes, with centuries of experience and tragedies behind them; they were as blue as the ocean, and had seen fewer hardships than Switzerland's brat Liechtenstein.

"You are in my seat." She repeated, anger growing in her voice.

"No I'm not! This is my seat. See, that's my name!" He grabbed the place marker off of the table and held it in front of her. Apparently the child's name was Sealand, not that it mattered to her. Belarus ripped the object out of his hands and threw it across the room.

"This is not your seat, Ребёнок. You are not deserving of sitting next to big brother. Russia is mine, and a foolish child like you shall learn that quickly or he might find my knife in his gut, Da?"

"You threw my name plate!" The young boy stared at her in surprise and anger.

"Da, and I will throw the chair next if you do not move."

"Bela, be nicer to little Sealand. The meeting is about to start; go sit down." The Russian next to them was finally cutting in.

"I am trying to sit down. This Ребёнок," She spat the word, "is sitting in my spot."

"It's not your spot! Camara put my name plate here, not yours!" Sealand said, sticking out his tongue at her.

"Do that again you pathetic кавалак лайна, and I will cut that little slug right out of your head."

"Natalya! Перейти садятся Наталья. Я не позволю вы едите со мной, если вы будете продолжать нарушать закон." Russia said calmly.

"But Vanya!" She whined.

"Nyet Belarus. Go sit down."

Belarus stomped off to the chair Canada had assigned her. She stared angrily at the young boy who had the privilege of sitting next to the mighty Russia. The meeting was starting, but she didn't care. That young boy, a mere child was trying to steal Russia away from her. This was a battle she would not lose.

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Sealand was completely oblivious to the angry stares from the other side of the room. He had tried to listen to Germany explain the rules of the meeting, but his attention soon faded. It was the same stuff they always said anyways. Sealand started drawing Belarus, taking special care to ensure that he got his lines perfect. She was a very pretty girl, even if she was kind of mean. He finished his picture just as Germany called for lunch. He spent He tore the paper out of his notebook and dashed over to Belarus. She glared at him and he almost backed away. He shoved the paper into her hand, turned around, and ran out the exit, hoping that the girl wouldn't chase after him and kill him.

Sealand really couldn't be killed today; he was planning on hanging out with Latvia later.

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The child ran up to her. He looked nervous, probably because of her. The thought of the little boy's fear made Belarus smile. Not a pleasant smile, one she had when her brother was around, but an evil smile. She had the best evil smiles; they even unsettled her big brother.

The child shoved a piece of paper into her hands and ran off. She glanced at it. It was a picture of her, crudely drawn. She turned it over to inspect the back and saw a message.

"M-be w- can -e fri-ds?"

It was written in a blocky, childish way, she couldn't make out most of the letters. Underneath the message was a phone number; Sealand's she assumed.

She walked calmly over to the trashcan, going to throw the little paper away. She was about to toss it out when something stopped her. Belarus liked to keep odd objects, and this one qualified as an odd object. She stuffed the paper in her pocket and went to go find Russia. She had behaved, so now he had to let her eat with him.


Well, for the first fanfiction I've ever written, the first chapter didn't turn out horrible. Hope you like! Bit of an odd pairing isn't it? Should work out though. Hopefully.

Reviews are welcome!

Translations:

Ребёнок: Child

кавалак лайна: Piece of Shit

Перейти садятся Наталья. Я не позволю вы едите со мной, если вы будете продолжать нарушать закон:Go sit Natalia. I will not let you eat with me, if you continue to misbehaved.

Translations are from Google. I don't speak Russian or Belarusian. I'm teaching myself Russian though.

I don't believe I own Hetalia. That would be kinda spiffy though.