Day 1
For once in his long life, Russia was afraid. This fear pulsed inside him as he sprinted in the opposite direction of the only person that could shake his very core. Belarus.
His mind whirled as shouts of "Russia!" and "Come to me!" echoed throughout the clearing.
Why is she doing this? He asked himself. Is it because of the vodka? No, she drinks also. Maybe it is her constant drinking that-
His train of thought was derailed by a rabid cry of "America told me about the question you have for me! Stop running and let me tell you my answer!"
"A question, da?" he mumbled. "What- nyet. Nyet, nyet, nyet, nyet." He did not tell Belarus that.
"I curse you, America, and all children you will ever produce for telling Belarus I was going to propose!"
Thousands of miles away, America sneezed.
AN: Yay for the story! This isn't new; it has been up before, but I took it down for editing. There's a poll on my profile for the next featured country!