They had grown up together.
They'd been together through thick and thin.
They were one in the same.
Bound to far superior nations.
They were going to break away.
Together.
It just didn't work out like that.
But still, she had been there.
To dry his tears.
To tell him that everything would be fine if they stayed together.
Key word: Together.
Either way, she wasn't strong enough break bonds with her brother.
But he had been.
And that's what he did.
Then she was gone.
He never saw her again.
Until that one day.
December 26th, 1991.
She'd shown up at his door in the middle of the night, pounding it and screaming his name. Sleepily, he answered and his breath caught in his throat when he saw her.
"B-Bels?"
She didn't answer, even in the rain, he caught every single teardrop rolling down her face. Her hair seemed flat and lifeless, her skin paler than ever, she shivered uncontrollably.
Still, in times like this, she was beautiful.
He knew that he shouldn't just be staring at her. He should let her in.
But he felt paralyzed, just standing there in that one spot.
"I-I-I... I had nowhere to go. A-And I knew you would be here. I just could not... Think of anywhere else."
She pulled him to her by his shoulders, forcing him onto her.
"Come inside, you're freezing."
He led her inside, leaving her at the couch and going to the kitchen to make her tea.
"You have tea? I thought you hated tea."
"I do, but England likes to check on me. He always wants tea."
She nodded.
"America... Do you remember when we were younger? When... You said that you would love me? Forever?"
"Um... Yeah. Why?"
"Do you still love me?"
He returned with her tea and sat next to her.
"Of course I do."
"Then, why did you leave?"
"I did leave you behind, didn't I? I'm sorry, Bels."
Once again, she didn't answer, but she looked straight into his eyes, thin-lipped.
Slowly, she leaned in, just inches from his face.
As a reply, he filled the space between them and his lips met hers.
The kiss progressed, deepening as arms got involved.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, granting his tongue entrance into her mouth.
He slid his hands, formerly cupping her face, down to her collarbone. They slowly drifted down to her chest. He squeezed her breast gently.
Suddenly, she pulled away, breathless.
"I cannot... I-I am... I am... I do not know."
"Shh, stop crying. Let me fix it, Bels. Trust me."
Hesitantly, she nodded.
The kiss continued, this time slow and passionate, yet hungry and forceful.
Soon he was positioned over her, sloppily kissing her neck.
She groaned and her muscles clenched.
He looked up briefly.
"Just trust me."
The next morning, she found herself next to him.
He was already awake, watching sleep.
She breathed in his scent.
"Mornin'."
"Good Morning."
His fingers drifted across her skin, tracing her scars absent-mindedly.
"You have so many scars. Where'd they come from?"
"I... I would rather not say."
"Want me to help you?"
She nodded.
That morning, he kissed every single one of her scars.
He had fixed her for the better.