So this story is to someone that I met at NMAcon in Travers City.
This is to the Prussia 3 ya!
I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters.
I don't understand why I'm running to his house while it is pouring rain out side. I looked through my hair that was plastered to my face when I saw his house, or the house he shares with his brother. I quickly made my way onto the porch almost slamming myself against the door to get out of the rain and wind. I quickly rang the doorbell as I started to shake from the cold. I could feel the tears spring to my eyes as I thought about what happened earlier.
"Big Brother-" I was cut off when Russia ran from the room. I sighed and slumped against the wall feeling tears well up in my eyes. The one time that I wanted to talk to my brother about something other than marriage and he ran. I knew that my feelings for him weren't ones of deep love but those of a little sister. The one I loved . . . well I don't know how he feels. I pulled my legs up to my chest and buried my head into the skirt of my dress letting it soak up my tears. I had been siting like that when Russia walked into the room hearing me mutter 'His' name. I was instantly brought to my feet and was given a look that could kill. Russia threatened me, He told me I couldn't be with someone like that. Told me he was with 'Her'. The tears rolled down my face once again as I pulled my arm out of Russia's grasp and sprinted out the door
I flung myself into his arms when he opened the door, thankful for the fact it wasn't his brother or his brother's 'lover' He wrapped his arms around me and started petting my soaked hair telling me everything was all right. He led me inside and gave me a shirt and pants of his for me to change into. Once I was changed I ran back to his waiting arms, he waited until I was settled to ask me what was wrong. I looked up at him pained and planted a small kiss on his cheek then told him what Russia said. His face went from concern to anger then to confusion.
"Say that again." He said grabbing my chin and making me look at him after I had lowered my gaze to my hands. "I didn't here you." I sighed feeling the tears in my eyes again
"I love you" I said, wishing he would say the same. His response was a kiss on my lips.
"I love you to Belarus." He said pulling me into a tight embrace.
"Thank you Prussia" I whispered feeling all my fears vanish. Russia was wrong 'He' wasn't with 'Her' He loved me, he cared for me and I cared for him as well.
I thought of this while doing a little bit of Role Playing with Prussia. Belarus was sad because no one loved her and Prussia said he loved her. Thanks Prussia for helping me come up with this story!