Hey! I decided to take a break from my other fanfics and decided to write this songfic that's just been stuck in my head. This is my first songfic, sorry if it sucks, but I just thought it fit the characters somehow. Hope you enjoy, and review!
Summary: 2P Belarus has fallen in love with America and has been watching him from the parallel world. With some help from 2P England, she goes to his world, where they both eventually fall in love. 2P America isn't liking this one bit, so he goes to the 1P world, kidnaps 2P Belarus, and after a huge fight with America, which ends with 2P America pushing America off a cliff, plunging into the sea below, he takes her back to their own world. Securing her in his house, he admits his feelings . . . only to get rejected.
"So, Belarus, when should I announce our relationship? Today, tomorrow, next week?" 2P Belarus worked up her courage and said, "America, I wouldn't be with you, if you were the last country on this earth!"
"Oh come on darling, you know you want me," 2P America grabbed a rose from a vase and presented it to her, only to have it lightly swatted to the floor with a slap from 2P Belarus' shaking hand.
"M-m-my answer is n-no!" she said with what courage she had left. 2P America lifted an eyebrow.
"No? No?" his suddenly had a silly smirk that made 2P Belarus nervous, "oh, I get it," he reached out, slung an arm around her waist, and forced her close to him.
"You're joking right?" 2P Belarus didn't want to answer, in fear of angering him. 2P America laughed out loud, then got into song.
Don't make me laugh!
Ahahahah
Don't make me laugh!
Ahahahaha
My funny friend, don't make me bend in half
2P America spun 2P Belarus into a forced waltz and did a dip.
Don't be a card babe
He suddenly pulled out a playing card with the Joker on it, holding it in between in teeth.
Don't mess with America!
Don't make me laugh so hard that you begin to ache!
He spun her around again, making her crash onto the wall and fall to her knees.
Don't make me laugh!
Hehehehe!
Don't pull my leg!
May I suggest you would do best to beg
He walked over to her, using his knee, he lifted 2P Belarus' face up, making her teary, violet eyes meet his fierce red ones.
If you say no miss,
If you refuse. . .
This is your notice that I refuse to loose!
To make his point, he pulled out his blood-stained bat with nails nailed into it and held it near her face, making her tear up even more. He loved seeing her like this, so weak and such a crybaby. These qualities only fueled his lust for her. Smirking, he tossed aside his bat and pulled 2P Belarus to him, once again making her dance with him around the room.
Say yes my love!
And go with a winner
Believe me, that would be wiser!
He danced them both out to the huge balcony.
Say no, poor dove!
And you're a sharks dinner
And Alfred's the appetizer
The mention of America brought the tears back to 2P Belarus' eyes. With all her might, she yanked herself out of the arms of 2P America and ran for the door, determined to get out. But to her shock, it was locked.
"Get the picture?" 2P America said right next to hear ear.
"Yeek!"
She ran back to the balcony, wanting nothing more but to get as far away from 2P America as possible. He followed her and stood at the doorway of the balcony.
Don't make me laugh!
Hahahaha!
Or slap my knee!
As he sang that part, he slapped his knee and walked forward towards 2P Belarus, who walked back with each step he took forward.
I'm not hyena, so Natalya
What'll it be?
2P Belarus stopped walking when she felt the railing of the balcony against her back. 2P America smirked again, placing both hands on the railing, trapping 2P Belarus in between them.
Right this way to the right estate
Or write your epitaph!
Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her and held her in a dip position. Swinging her around from side to side with each line he sang:
You choose your fate
Don't make me wait
And BABY, don't make me laugh!
He danced them back into the bedroom, spinning her round and round until he threw her on the bed, where she crossed her arms and refused to look at him.
"Heh, looks like you'll meed some time to think," he walked to the door and unlocked it to let himself out, "I'll give you some more time to think, although it's pretty pointless, that other me is totally dead by now," he blew her a kiss, "later babe," He left the room, locking the door as he did, making sure that 2P Belarus wouldn't escape.
She hung her head and closed her eyes. Memories of America came to her, how he was so nice when they first met, how he would hold her close when she cried, how gently he would treat her when they went out together, how passionate their first kiss was in that sunflower field. But then the horrible memory came when both Americas fought, and 2P America kept fighting dirty, eventually pushing America off a cliff. She had tried to break up the fight, but she was knocked out for a while, when she came-to, that's when she saw her beloved America falling to his death. She sighed and knew that she needed some air, walking out to the balcony, she leaned forward against the metal railing. The air cooled her hot face, but it could do nothing for her hurting heart. Reaching into her dress pocket, she pulled out something that America had given her. It was his old, war dogtags. He had given them to her after they shared their first kiss. She held them close to her heart. Deep down inside, she somehow knew that there could be a chance that America was still alive and well. Looking up to the sky, she began to sing a sweet, sad tune.
Sometimes I close my eyes
And say a prayer
That somewhere you are safe, and on your way
She closed her eyes as tears strolled down her cheeks.
Oh Alfred,
Sometimes, I wonder if you're still alive
How could you survive such a dangerous world out there?
Beware my love
Take care my love
2P Belarus opened her eyes, listening to the wind.
"Bela . . . I . . . love . . . you."
"America!" 2P Natalya turned around sharply, but saw no one.
What was that? The wind? She listened hard for a minute, but didn't hear anything. But deep down in her heart, she knew that America was somehow alive.
America . . . I know you're out there, somewhere. Can you feel my heart? Cause I sure can feel yours. Please, come back to me somehow, I know you can. Alfred . . . I love you.