Another Hetalia Fanfic. This one EnglandXBelarus!

^Hundreds of people have fallen ill in only a matter of weeks, Doctors are desperately trying to find the cause of this illness before anymore people die from this mysterious disease. three more people died today, 25 people have died from this disease that stared only a few weeks ago^

Only a few weeks ago only a few weeks ago. That was when Belarus vanished leaving no indication as to what she was doing and now here people were suffering. I jumped when a loud 'thump' sounded from my front door. I cautiously got up and made my way to the door opening it the slightest of an inch. "Belarus!" I screamed ripping open the door and dragging her inside.

Her dress was torn and ragged, eyes dull and lifeless, arms suspictiously covered in blood, and hair a utter mess. her beautiful platinum blond hair was tangled and perfect white bow was falling out and torn. I looked her over multiple times wondering what happened to what was once a beautiful woman. I slowly helped her up to my room and held out a change of clothes for her. When she made no move i took it upon myself to help her. I slowly untied her apron and lied it on my bed then quickly undid her dress and pulled it from her body. When I turned back to her I wondered as to what had bruised her porcelain skin as much as it did. I shook my head and slipped the shirt onto her shoulders. not once did she lift her head from the floor. I was thankful in a way that the shirt she wore was long and that her small slip did not tair. I was un-able to move her feet if I wanted to. I next dragged her to the bathroom, I gently washed off her blood soaked arms to find one of my worst nightmares, pure white skin was coated in thin scars all along her wrists. from the looks of them they were fresh only a few weeks old . . . only a few weeks old. That sentence ran through my mind as I started on her platinum blond hair. We stood there for a good time, her not moving and I brushing out her hair. Once done I was done with placing her bow on top of her head did I take her back to the living room. I gently set her on the couch forgetting about the news report on t.v. I sighed and walked into the kitchen, I needed a cup of tea then I was going to find out what was wrong with Belarus

So what do you think? Thanks PruCan4ever for your advice! You got me back in a writing mood!