Quite to the Contrary

Contrary to popular belief America never had a crush on Russia . Contrary to popular belief it never was built up sexual tension that caused the Cold War. No really it was noting

like any of the other nations currently sitting around the table at yet another world conference with America believed. After all what would they know but what they were told. They

would't' because no matter how hard they pretend to be there own thinkers America knew oh yes she knew. One only really believes what ones told, if one is not told then one knows

nothing. It was exactly that America thought as she moved her head to see England yet again complaining about something. Probably her the thought passed threw the blond girls head.

Not that she cared he always complied even back when she was his colony. That thought made her laugh slightly as her eyes screened the room tiredly. Until that is they landed on him

Belarus younger brother of Russia and the main underlining cause of all her problems with the violet eyed ashen haired man.

It wasn't as if there really needed to be a problem that America was sure of with all her heart its just Russia was not to happy about the idea of her liking his

brother why she had no clue. Nor did she really care. If she were to believe France it would be because he himself liked her but America highly doubted that. After all wasn't the entire

Cold War about the hating each other and wishing the others death? She could have sworn it was and in her mind anyone who thought different was about as stupid as she allowed

them to believe she was. Of course she knew that meant everyone in the room right now minus herself, Russia and most of the nations that had formed the once Soviet Union with the

commie basterd.

America blue eyes didn't move from Belarus as he, unlike herself, was jotting down whatever the current nation who was speaking said. Seemingly paying his full

attention on all the information that America herself could careless about truthfully. After all by this point it became the same ol' same ol'. Talking about the problem but never actually

putting any plan to action. So America felt no need to pay attention and just kept staring right at him allowing her thoughts to delegate to the past something she really allowed.


~ Post Civil War 1875~

It had been ten years since the end of the Civil War. Currently the "Reconstruction Era" was still under way and if one were to ask America how it was going she'd just smile

the same smile that had won over many into believing her before tell you everything was working out beautifully wither it was the truth or not. Though It'd be evident in her eyes how

trying even smiling still was for her. After all the Civil War had taken so much out of her body and mind. If it hadn't been for the mental support from an unlikely source America was not

quite sure if she'd even be able to smile much less make it out of that war alive. Russia had definitely not been the first person she would have on her list of possible support. The much l

ager nation wasn't even on the list that the blond American was sure of at the time. Looking back now though he'd been the only possible ally in such a time of need and for that she was

nothing if not grateful to the surprising gentle giant. After the war he had left only asking one thing of her to write him. America had no clue why he wanted such a thing but promised

she'd write once a week no matter what and she did. Though she hadn't expected it but she had gotten replies back from the Russian. The latest one telling her he was coming for a visit.

The date given happened to be today so America was currently busy making sure her Virginian home was so clean even if England himself were to walk threw those doors with his

uptightness he'd have nothing bad to say about the place. That was exactly what she was doing when there was a loud knock at the door. Stopping in her final chore cleaning the base

borders in the kitchen. The blue eyed girl picked her self up and headed to the door. Passing a mirror along the way she stopped and double checked her appearance after all wouldn't

want to look like a total slob to who ever was on the other side of that door. While making sure the last curl was still in place the knocking on the door began again this time louder.

"Coming" she yelled hoping who ever was on the other side could hear her and wouldn't knock again. Though right when her hand reached out to the door the knocking began yet one

more time. America just shrugged and thought 'Must not have heard me. Oh well. I mean after all England always was exaggerating when he said the volume of my voice could wake the dead.'

She opened the door thinking that maybe it was Russia on the other side or the mail man with a package that needed to be delivered straight to her. What she hadn't expected

was the young male standing in front of her now. In her surprise she ended up staring in awe at the male in front of her. Sure she had seen many handsome men in her time both human

and nation. She knew there were many types. Ranging from flashy and loud kind of handsome for example France. He would be a prim example. With his frilly clothes and exuberant way

of speech. There was the kind who's beauty rested in the way the held themselves with power and prestige. England would defiantly be one of those. Then there was the more quite

type. Like her brother Canada who's mild manner and soft features could easily have him mistaken for a girl, and lastly of all the types America had come across there were ones like

Russia who beauty truly rested on the inside. America stared at this young man whom she had never seen before and just couldn't place him in any of those categories'. He held him self

in a way much similar to England and while his beauty struck you. It was in no way as loud as Frances' nor as quite as Canada's

She really had no clue how much time had passed when the sound of Russia's voice brought both of them out of the unintentional, at lest on her part, starting contest.

"Amerika? You going to let us in Da?" She turned her head over to the right side of the person she couldn't identify to lay eyes on a very amused looking Russian. "Of course Ivan." She

softly smiled and moved out of the way to allow them both in to her home.

She shut the door behind them and lead them to the living room. "Make yourselves at home." She gestured toward the couches. "Is there anything either of you would like. I was just

about to make lunch" The smile never leaving her face as both men sat down. "If you happen to have some tea that would be great Da." Russia replied. She smiled softly at him " I have

some its nothing like what you're used to I'm sure but I'm sure it'll suffice for now." America went in to kitchen and began making the tea the way she remembered England had once

taught her. After it was done and poured into her most expensive looking tea set. She then head to the living room and set a glass each in front of each guest. "There ya go" She smiled.

As Russia picked up the tea cup and sipped at the tea. America sat down and asked the lingering question on her tongue since she had opened the door. "So who are you?" she directed

toward the young man "Belarus" he answered. America almost hadn't expected him to answer her at all, but he had and that caused a smile to form on her face. "Well then I'm America

it's a pleasure to meet you, Belarus" she extend her hand in greeting. It stayed there for what felt like hours as Belarus started at it. After a few second she began to blush in

embarrassment. Just as she was about to let her hand drop Belarus grabbed it and shoke it causing her blush to intensify, but for another reason. As the handshake ended Russia spoke

"He's my younger brother Da" America processed the information and smiled. "Well that sure would explain a lot the hm." she giggled. At that statement both Russia and Belarus gave her

curios looks. Instead of giving an answer the young nation just slightly shoke her head as if she found it all amusing.

The whole event had ended quite well and surprising enough Belarus was one heck of a talker. That is if you found something that interested him. All three of them had

talked for hours after a simple lunch made by America which had earned her a few complements from both nations only causing her to blush and try not to studder in response.

The only pause in there discussion, which had ranged from the weather to politics, was whenAmerica went to make dinner. Both men had stayed in two of the guest rooms in her house

that night.

They were cureently at the docks. The boats that were going to take bot of the young mean back home were pataintly waiting. "Well I hope you both have a lovely trip back" America

stated. "I'm sure we will Da" Russia answered America smiled in response.

"It was a pleasure to meet you Belarus" She said as she turned to the younger of the two and put her hand out.

Hoping that unlike in the living room yester day he would make her stand there with her hand out, and America was overly pleased when he didn't and shoke her hand without any

hesitation.

"You too Amieryka" his same neutral looking expression on. "Please call me Emily. We are friends now right?" At this Belarus eyes softened just a bit "Okay then Emili. You may call me Nikita"

She had to hold back a giddy giggle as she replied "Okay Nikita see you again then?" He nodded once and walked on to the boat that take them both back to there respectable countries

and away fromher.

By the time she got home she knew she would need to rest for hours. If not days even company still wore her out. She opened the door to her room and began to change.

When shenoticed a flow laying on her bed with a piece of paper. She leaned down and picked it up. She recognized the flower almost instantly. It was a centaurea.

She had never actually seen one up close, but thanks to all the flower lessons England had forced on her. She could easily point this flower out. What it was doing one her bed she could not.

Then the paper caught her eye maybe it would give her the answer she need. Though when looking at it she realized it did not. Instead it held one word defiantly in another language.

Though the letters were Roman. She wasn't sure what the word was. Much less what it meant. 'Pryhozy' She just stood dumfound.


"America…. America are you even listening you ungrateful prat" England yelled bringing America out of her thoughts. "Sorry Iggy I was just remembering something" She answered him

with a small smile. He eyed her suspiciously. "Well its time for break" He told her in a 'what is wrong with you' tone. "Oh really well then I guess its time to head to Mick D's then huh?"

America answered Bouncing in happines at the thought of her favoite fast food place. All while ignoring England cureent rant about god knows what. As America left the room she didn't

notice a pair deep purple eyes watched her leaving.


AN: My first fic in this fandom so Im really nevous about this fic and I do plan to make more chapters for this I just hope everyones not OCC though it probley all is *shakes head in shame at self*

Translations:

Amerika = America

Da = Yes

Amieryka = America

Emili = Emily

Pryhozy - Beautiful