She was sitting alone in her dark bedroom. The tears were dropping on by one onto the cover of her diary; her heart was broken once again by her brother and she doesn't know how much she can take; everyday she asks him "will you marry me" and every day he has the same reply "No Belarus I am your older brother it wouldn't be right." She can't tell her sister about it, she's a double dumb with double d's. So she enters a diary entry every day to vent her feelings.
I asked brother again if he would marry me and again he said no. Why won't he love me, I can fight, I can dance and I can love him with all my heart. I have been asking for I don't even know how many years now and he just won't. I cry myself to sleep every night and sometimes he hears me. He always asks "Hey, why are you crying" I want to yell, and scream at him and tell him, "You don't know what it's like to ask your one and only love to be with you and every day and you get turned down!" Of course I could never tell him that. Instead I simply say, "It's nothing Ivan, I was just reading some silly book again." He doesn't know how much it hurts.
I can hear her again, she's crying like always. I sit on my bed blocking out her sobs, wanting to go down the hall to her bedroom and ask what's wrong but I know she'll never be honest, she'll say it was a book and someone had died in the story, but that isn't true. I know she is crying about me, and it makes me feel awful that I have made my little sister cry as much as she does. I don't, no, can't love her the way she loves me it wouldn't be right she's my little sister and I just don't love her that way. Do I?
"That's enough crying for tonight", she thought to herself, "It's no use I bet some vodka might help me or at least numb some of the pain." With that little thought she pushed herself away from her desk and standing up to go head down to the kitchen. Just as she was about to leave her bedroom she looked back at the open diary on her desk debating whether or not to lock it up, "No one comes into my room anyway." So she left the diary laying there with the tear stained pages wide open for a wandering eye to read.
"She stopped crying" Ivan said out loud to himself, "I wonder if she cried herself to sleep again, I better go and check on her just in case."
Every night, once Belarus had stopped crying Ivan would go down the hall to check on her. Once he had woke up in the morning without checking and had found her pasted out on her bedroom floor with a bottle of vodka beside her. Of course Ivan has done this many times himself but it's not like her to, she finds other ways of venting, he doesn't know how but she does.
So Ivan pulled himself of his bed and headed out down the hall toward Belarus's room. It was unusually quiet while Ivan was walking down the hallway; he could usually hear her breathing from outside the door. He was really worried but he knocked anyway. There was no answer. He knocked again a little harder, still no answer. So, being extremely frightened for his little sisters' life he busted into the room expecting to find her dead on the floor with the vodka bottle beside her again, but she wasn't even there. All there was was her empty bed empty floor and empty, wait is that a book I see? Ivan took it upon himself to investigate this book since he knew his sister didn't like to read books she entertains herself with knives. Before he did though, he looked around the room one last time, since he didn't want to have his sister find him looking through her stuff, but everything seemed to be clear.
Being very stealthy, Ivan tip toed toward the desk with the open book on top of it. "Might as well read one line just to see what it's about" He thought to himself.
I asked brother again if he would marry me and again he said no. Why won't he love me, I can fight, I can dance and I can love him with all my heart. I have been asking for I don't even know how many years now and he just won't.
"Oh no, this isn't a book this is her freaking diary!" Ivan put the diary down and wanted to read more of what his sister had wrote, "But that would be wrong, but I guess it would be fine if I just read one more line." So Ivan picked the diary up once again and continued on reading.
I cry myself to sleep every night and sometimes he hears me. He always asks "Hey, why are you crying" I want to yell, and scream at him and tell him, "You don't know what it's like to ask your one and only love to be with you and every day and you get turned down!"
"Is that really how she feels?" Ivan told himself that he should probably keep reading to find out.
Of course I could never tell him that. Instead I simply say, "It's nothing Ivan, I was just reading some silly book again." He doesn't know how much it hurts.
Just as Ivan was grasping the fact that his sister really did truly love him he heard something from down the hall. Before he could put the diary back down, like any smart person would, he turned around and found himself face to face with a certain blonde girl with vodka in her hand.
Seeing the diary in Ivan's hand made her want to hit him, cry right there, but mostly want to yell.
"What are you doing in my room without my permission? What are you doing with my freaking journal, please tell me you didn't read it."
"I was only going to read a line but-
"You read my journal!" She ran towards Russia with the vodka in her hand ready to hit him upside the head with, but Ivan stopped her with his hand.
"What you put in your journal…..was all of that true?" he said not really knowing what to expect.
"Every word, not that it matters you wouldn't understand it."
Looking straight into her eyes Ivan said, "I do understand, I-
"No you don't! You have never loved anyone as much as I love you, and if you did you were never turned down every day of your life!" Belarus snatched her hand back out of Ivan's grip and held it up to her face to cover her eyes so he wouldn't see her tears.
"You need to listen to what I have to say Belarus or you might regret it."
"I'm not listening if you're just going to turn me down again." She said turning away to head back to the kitchen.
"I said listen to me!" Ivan said with such force that it made Belarus shiver, but she turned around to listen.
"Fine, what do you have to say?"
"Я тебя люблю."
"W-what?"
"I said that I love you Belarus."
"You mean as your sister right and that you couldn't possibly-"
"No Belarus, I love you and not as just my sister."
"Are you serious?" She said not knowing if her brother was telling the truth or just being cruel.
"Very, and I, um, wanted to"
"What is it Ivan?"
He made his way over to the bed so he could be face to face when he did this. He took her wet hands not knowing if he should do this or not, but told himself to just go for it.
"Belarus I know I have turned you down most of your life and I have made you cry so many times and I feel awful that you had to go through that."
He took a pause so he can regain he courage. Knowing what he was about to do could change his whole life.
"Belarus my little sister, will you give me the great honor of-
"Don't" She said with tears streaming down her face.
"What? I thought you have always wanted-
"I said don't, I know you are only saying this because of the diary and you don't really love me." As she said these words she couldn't believe she was saying, she took her hands back, got up off her bed and ran down the hallway.
"She can't just leave me like this" Ivan muttered to himself. He ran down the long hallway to catch up to Belarus who was just about past his bedroom.
When he caught up he grabbed her arm and turned her around.
"You are not the one who can decide whether or not I love you."
"But you don't and I know it you-
She was cut off by a kiss from her brother. This wasn't one on the head like he used to give her when she went to sleep. This was a passionate one straight on the lips.
Once he was done he said, "Do you believe me now?"
Blushing like a big red tomato Belarus stuttered, "I believe you, um, can you finish what you were saying earlier?"
"Of course, will you Belarus give me the honor of becoming your husband?"
Unable to contain herself Belarus jumped up to Russia to give him a huge hug, but did it with such force she made him fall to the ground. Both laughing Belarus muttered into her older brother scarf, "I love you so much Ivan."