Cats and fish
(A/N); my first fic so everyone might be slightly OOC. Will switch between human names and country names.
Oh, I don't own hetalia
Natalya walked down the corridor, her brothers house looking bigger than she remembered. Countless portraits of historical figures seemingly glaring down at her as she walked past. So she glared back.
She'd been having a good day so far, she went to Chinatown for breakfast and since she brought her knives, China had let her eat for free. Then, at the world meeting, Italy made too much pasta and gave it to everyone, so most of the usual idiots were too busy eating to argue. Then she'd sent a scary movie, and a hidden camera, to America's place, ready to transmit his hilarious reaction.
Now she'd crept into Ivan's house, looking for his pants. She was betting they'd be in his bedroom. She climbed the stairs, the wooden floor boards creaking slightly as she moved. She came to a corridor, with doors stretching down either side. She knew from her time living at Russia's house that his bedroom was at the end.
She walked down the corridor, pausing as she passed certain doors, a lot of stuff had happened here...
She finally came to Ivan's bedroom door. She opened it with ease. She looked around the room and noticed the change, he'd redecorated since she'd last been there. The walls had been a dark red during Russia's communist period about 20 years ago, but he'd finally changed the colour, it was now a lighter, frosted white.
His bed was also new, it looked as though it had just been taken out of the box. The carpet was more of a silvery colour, and on the Walls Ivan had hung various pictures, views of the Russian landscape, of sunflower fields and some of Russia himself.
The first was a picture of Russia, passed out with a bottle of vodka in each hand. The second was a picture of everyone in the Soviet Union together. The third was a picture of Russia with his arms around an uncomfortable and scared looking china.
That made Belarus felt just a little jealous. She resisted the urge to drive a knife through the frame.
The fourth made her pause. It was a picture of her and Ivan and Katyusha all as children. Ivan had an arm around them both and they were all... laughing. She tried to remember when this photo was taken, but she couldn't. She also tried to remember the last time the three of them had, had fun together.
She'd have to get a copy of that photo, now, where had she been before she'd started daydreaming?...
Ah, right. She went over to the chest of draws, and started rifling through the contents until she found what she was looking for.
There they were. Russia's pants, in all the colours of the rainbow. (Excluding pink.) She opened the carrier bag she'd brought with her. First, she took one of each colour, then she looked at the ones with patterns on, finally choosing one with wolves running. Then she picked some at random until her bag was almost full.
She paused again, right there were a pair of boxers with sunflowers on. She had given those to Ivan a year ago...
She'd better take those too.
Then she saw something that made her heart stop and her blood boil. The object in question was another pair of pants, but these were made for a woman, so unless her brother had become a cross dresser in the past week...
She snatched them up looking for something to tell her who they belonged to. And there on the inside there was a name tag!
It read Natalya Arlovskaya. She blinked, they were hers?
Then she remembered, in her moment of fury, she had forgotten that last week, she had sent these as a present for her big brother. She put them on his pillow and satisfied that she had enough of Ivan's pants to last the week, she left his room.
She walked back down the corridor and the flight of stairs and was about to leave when she heard music starting up from one of the nearby rooms. Curiously, she walked forward to investigate.
In front of her stood two people in a spartan room with a chair and some empty bookshelves. The people in front of her were Ivan and... wait, is that the Netherlands? Both were dressed as cats and held wet fish. Both were barely a stride from each other. Belarus had just enough time to think What the hell...
The Netherlands started moving forward. He moved in time with the music, in something that might have been an Irish jig, then when he got close enough to Russia he slapped him with the fish and moved back to his original spot.
Then Ivan proceeded to do the same to The Netherlands, this process going on for sometime. Natalya just stared in amazement, at some point she must have got her phone out, as she was recording them with it when she snapped out of her daze.
Taking one last look at the spectacle in front of her, she turned round with her bag full of Ivan's pants and headed out of her big brothers house.
A/N: Let me know if you want me to continue this. And please feel free to correct any mistakes I've made.