HELLO ALL YOU EVIL MUFFINS OUT THERE! (If you can guess where the term "Evil Muffins" comes from I'll give you a plate of Vitual cookies :D)

Thank you for reading my story!

I pinky promise you'll love it! It's worth reading, I promise you!

Russia: I'm in it, so It must be good!

Author: Russia, though FOR ONCE you are in this story, YOU WILL NOT BE MY GUEST HOST!

Russia: Wahhh?

Author: *Shoves out door* Please welcome... AMERICA!

America: I'm the Hero!

Author: You mind doing the disclaimer for me?

America: SURE I WILL! Blood on the Sunflowers does not own Hetalia, but does own Pie

Author: PIE!

I ran amongst the snowy forest floor, pulling up my dress so that I would not get the trimming soaked, knowing how my boss would get mad at me if I did. The only sound heard was the crunch of my boots against the hard snow as I saw a familiar figure leaning against a tree, scowling as usual. I get this weird feeling in my chest as I approach her, waving my arms screaming "Natalia! Natalia!" over and over.

She kept her back to me as I ran full forced towards her, planning on grabbing her into a hug so tightly, she would not be able to escape my grasp. Before I could though, she puts her arm in front of her and I bump head first into her palm, causing me to lose my balance and fall onto the forest floor, bottom first. She looks down at me and lets out a slight sneer, but I disregard it and start telling her "I'v am so glad to be seeing'z you,it'z been for'yever! Howz' you be doing?" She gives me a small smile at my happily glowing face and tells me, "You saw me yesterday, it wasn't that long ago," I stand back up, fixing my blonde braids and say "I'v been missing you , it g'yets so lonely 'vithout another to talk to," She gave a small laugh at my aloofness and I felt my face heat up.
I don't even remember how we became friends, it just kind of happened, you know? Many would say our personality's clashed, but I just thought her bravery and always intelligent way of talking entertained me, while I guess she thought I was funny. Maybe it also had to do with the fact, she knew my country consisted of many villages, and most of my population was uncivilized and uneducated, but she treated me the same as she did any of the other countries. She stood up from me whenever the Ottoman Empire made fun of my people and me, and never made fun of my funny way of talking, knowing I tried my best to speak properly. I was smart, just not in the way someone would be smart by reading books and doing math problems. I had what Natalia called "street smarts" and it was probably the best compliment she could ever give me.

I didn't know either when I started to like her a little more than a friend or if she noticed which I really hoped she didn't. She was always talking about her older brother Ivan and how he was "The one," and how one day they would be "Happily Married." Every one of those words stung me, and whenever I heard her bring up his name, my heart began to hurt, but I would never tell her to stop talking about him. Not only would she find my attitude suspicious if I did, but he was probably the only topic you could continue to get her to talk about for more than a few sentences. I loved the way she talked, though to most it sounded cold and harsh, it sounded as sweet as honey to me, and I always tried my best to keep my expression attentive instead of smug when she talked. I could never help though, when her blue eyes met my grey ones for longer than a few seconds, to which I could feel my face go from its usual light pink to red, which was happening right now as she waited for me to respond to something she had just said.

I blinked a few times, pulling myself back to attention, and asked "'Vait, 'vhat was that?"

She snarled at me and said "Your mind is in the clouds half the time, pay attention!"

I give her a sad smile and say "S'tressed?"

I see her eyes slide from mine to the forest floor and she lets out a defeated sigh "My economy hasn't been doing as well as it usually does, but I know my big brother will help,"

I feel my heart feel its usual throb of hurt before I tell her, in my usual childish enthusiastic tone "You've g'oat me! I promise I do 'vhat I can!"

She looks up at me and murmurs 'Thank you,"

I simply let out a little laugh and tell her "That's 'vhat b'yest friends for!"

America: O.o

Author: What?

America: I can't believe anyone would actually WANT to be with Belarus

Author: Admit it, you have a crush on her

America: NEVER! *Flies out window*

Author: *Facepalms*