A/N: This one is for my dear friend. Even though I don't know her personally, she is there when we need to talk and open our hearts up too. Thank you, PurgatorioOnna. Thank you so much.

Memories of Belarus

Seoul and Belarus are two much distanced countries. Thus this fact, it didn't separate them. Both of them were really never personal with others. Their bond was unacceptable and very "odd" according to Ivan. Since Seoul came around, Belarus learned to limit the stalking and loosen her grip on that damned knife. Seoul had flaws too. Since Belarus came around, Seoul learned to open up and accept that there were people in this world. Belarus was the first to be accepted anywhere, Seoul was home.

Seoul let her sweaty hair hand limply in front of her dark face. It was cleaning day and cleaning day came once a year. Seoul was a very organized girl but cleaning day deepened her thought into it. It was her first time by herself which generally made this particular day bad. Seoul decided to start at her weak point…the closet. So many things had happened there. It had much value to her, but she didn't want to touch it. With a fierce expression she opened the wooden door to the closet with a loud creak.

Seoul peered into the closet, squinting her now narrow eyes. It was covered with disgusting dust. There were brown, dull boxes piled on one another. She sighed and though I must go through them now…

Obsession

"Jihae…did you know everyone has an obsession?" Natalia spoke, her words slowly rolling off her tongue. She looked down at the gloves on her hands.

"No I did not, Natalia. It is easy to be simple, like me, I take what I need. If you insist, what is it?" Jihae Cho looked at the young blonde in front of her.

"I want brother…brother…brother..." The words echoed so slightly in Jihae's mind and her voice gave her nightmares. Natalia was truly obsessed with her brother, Ivan.

The next morning, Jihae had gone over to her house to eat morning crumpets and tea with her. Natalia's house was white and calm in the country. She was usually carving something into the wall or tearing her hair out in frustration. That morning when Jihae had entered the house, there was some yelling and some banging on the floor. It sounded like a voice of a man trying to defend himself from a deranged woman. As soon as the Korean heard this, she ran up the stairs with tears forming in her glitzy eyes.

"NATALIA!"

When Jihae reached the white door, she opened it to see Ivan pinning Natalia to the floor in frustration. It looked all so wrong to her. They obviously did not notice her.

"Natalia please stop it! I don't want to hurt you so please stop!"

"Brother…! How could you say that? You know I'm the only one for you!"

Ivan moved his hands down to her wrist and dug his nails into them. She shrieked.

"I'm sorry, Belarus, I really am."