Blood of the Snow Angel
A/N: This is going to be a kinda scary fic, just in case the title doesn`t scream it enough. For all those people who see Belarus as stoic and cold you are about to see a totally different side of her. I hope you all enjoy this, god knows writing it is quite the experience.
Belarus`s POV (Point of view)
I was sitting in the park thinking about how to make big brother marry me, when that idiot America showed up. He sat down next to me, "Hey Bela," He said much too cheerily and wrapped an arm around my shoulder "You wanna go out later babe?"
I had no time for his foolish antics, and I intended to tell him that "No America you know I have no interest in you whatsoever," I looked at his now unsmiling face "Russia is the only one for me" I stated firmly.
His eyes held so much pain "He doesn`t love you Bela," He moved his hand away from my shoulder and pressed a piece of paper into my hand "I`ll be here if you need me, okay?"
I gave a sharp nod, and looked down. Soon I saw his sneakers move and walk away. No he had to be wrong big brother had to love me, he had to. He and I were made to be together, and I wouldn`t let some idiot convince me otherwise. I looked at the crumpled piece of paper on it was his number. Rolling my eyes I stuffed it in my pocket and began to walk home.
America`s POV
Why me, I was so unlucky. I fell for that icy and bitter girl that was in love with another guy. I`d watched her at meetings and seen her be cruel to people, but I found her fascinating. Her silvery hair was like moonlight; her purple-blue eyes were mystic and hypnotizing. She had a fiery violent nature, but I believed it was caused by loneliness and unrequited love. I was going to ask her out today, I had my number in my pocket on a piece of paper. I saw her sitting there on a park bench, my Snow Angel. I walked over putting on a show of swagger. Sitting down next to her I started talking
"Hey Bela" god how unoriginal could I get. Trying to seem composed I put my arm around her shoulders "You wanna go out later babe" I asked putting on my best smile.
"No America you know I have no interest in you whatsoever," I felt my heart break when she said it, but she wasn`t through "Russia is the only one for me." She stated with such conviction, it was like knives in my soul.
"He doesn`t love you Bela" I said trying to make her understand, "I`ll be here if you need me, okay?" I pressed my number into her hand. I sat for a moment waiting for a response, when I didn`t get one I got up and began to walk home, feeling the tears start to flow.
I smashed the door to England and I`s house open and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me.
"America!" Arthur yelled "what's wrong you bloody git?" he called up the stairs after me. All I could do is cry like a baby. I was acting like a kid but I couldn`t help it. I cried myself to sleep thinking only of my Snow Angel.
Belarus` POV
When I got home I snuck up behind my brother, "You love me don`t you brother?" I asked unreasonably worried.
"Sure, of course" he said in a way that told me he wasn`t paying attention or didn`t care. I fled upstairs to my room pain and anger swelling inside me.
"Aaaaaah!" I screamed throwing my knives into my wall, then collapsed onto the floor crying. Why did that stupid boy have to be right, why couldn`t I bring myself to throw his number away? What was wrong with me? I cried myself to sleep on my bedroom floor, but I didn`t feel alone for the first time.
A/N: They seem connected don`t they? It will be getting violent and depressing next chapter so be warned.