(A/N): As usual (for me) this is a song fic. But I swear it didn't start out like that!

Based on 'I am Superman' by REM. I know it's a cover but I like that version better. Anyway... (WARNINGS! RAPE AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. SELF MUTILATION IN LATER CHAPTERS.) Now that that's out of the way... ENJOY!

She blushed as she drowned in those sky blue eyes.

"I love you, Natalya."

Her breath hitched in her throat as he clutched her waist tightly and brought her face closer to his. She closed her eyes.

X~X~X

Belarus jerked awake. Strong arms clasped around her waist and squeezed uncomfortably tight, keeping her in her place next to him.

"Dobroe utro.(1)" Ivan said gruffly, flexing his arm to pin her more firmly down on the bed.

Natalya's lip quivered. She was in bed next to her brother. Again. A wave of nausea hit her as she remembered what had happened the before night. And the night before that. And what would happen the next day. Every night. With her brother. It had happened to her sister, Ukraine, first. Ivan had taken her into his bedroom for years and Katya always came out upset in the morning. But after decades of this, Ivan had tossed her out and given her to Eduard as charity toward his pitiful country. Now it was Natalya's turn. She was Russia's whore.

Ivan sat up and looked at her angrily, a white hot fire burning in his violet eyes, "I said 'Dobroe utro'!"

She gulped, "Dobroe utro, Ivan."

His lip twitched into in displeasure, "You had better answer me the next time I—" He cut himself off, mesmerized by the way her snow white hair fluffed out behind her and her naked features, outlined so perfectly under the sheets. A rough hand slid up her side and she shuddered with fear.

"You are lucky you are so krasivyĭ.(2)" Ivan shifted his weight so that he was on top of her.

Natalya's lips trembled and a tear rolled down her cheek. She tried to imagine that dream again. Looking into those honest blue eyes. America. Why him? That hamburger eater was disgusting and slept with everything that moved! And even though he might be cute.. And nice. And strong. And she could really use a hero... NO! That capitalist swine would never help her and she didn't need help! She was strong! She would never be with him! Want. She would never want to be with him. But it didn't matter. That self-proclaimed hero wasn't the one with her. He wasn't the one doing those things to her. Natalya winced in pain as she felt Ivan's cold metal pipe on her skin and more tears streamed down her face. Her own brother.

X~X~X

(1) Good Morning

(2) Beautiful

The white haired woman scowled at him, tying his hands together above his head. She leant down to whisper in his ear.

"You been so naughty, Alfred." She hissed in a Russian accent.

He groaned as she straddled him and absentmindedly trailed the tip of her knife across his bare chest.

"Do you think I should do something about it?" Her lips were inches away from his skin.

"Y-yes."

Her face contorted with anger and she applied more pressure to her knife; it was threatening to break the skin, "What did you say?"

"Y-yes, Mistress."

X~X~X

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Alfred grumbled and slapped at his alarm clock without opening his eyes. He had been having a great dream. He smirked sleepily. A sexy dream. And that women, the snow haired beauty… He commended his imagination for coming up with such a sexy, gorgeous, Russian—

His eyes flew open and he leapt out of bed. Not Russian. Belarusian. That Commie bastard's little girlfriend. His heart pounded in his chest as Alfred ran his fingers through his disheveled blonde hair. Why…? Why on Earth? That girl? Freaking Belarus! The one who always glared at him under her white bangs. The one who brought out those knives she carried around in her garters whenever she could. The one who… who always fixed her hair bow just right and pouted at her reflection. The one whose expression relaxed just the slightest bit whenever she thought no one was looking.

Alfred shook his head. The one who was infatuated with his mortal enemy! Right? She was in love with her brother. Everyone knew that.

"Oh God…" He groaned, putting his glasses on lopsided before straightening them out, "I am so going to Hell."

(A/N): I hope you liked it! I do apologize for how short it is... But this is a prologue, you know.. Reviews make me update faster!