Chapter 1

One day after the world conference, Belarus and Russia walked down the long beautifully decorated hallway. Of course she was latched on to his arm like a cat you're trying to give a bath or a leech to bare skin.

"Belarus could you please let go of my arm; it's loosing feeling and coloration, da?" Underneath his coat, his arm was a very unhealthy shad of purple just like his eyes.

"Alright big brother" Belarus let the death grip that she had; allowing Russia to rub his sore arm as the feeling started to come back.

"I can't take this anymore! She wants to marry me and she's my sister! Incest is illegal in both are homes but she couldn't care less. I have to think of something to get me out of here!" As his Thoughts scrambled his brain, he notices America walking the opposite way. He was burger clad and was busy stuffing his face with it. Russia suddenly thought of a very sneaky idea.

"Oh America could you come here for a second I need to ask you for a favor!" Russia waved over the glutton over to him and his sister.

"What up dude? What you need me for?" America quickly ran over to the very tall Russian man. He thought the more favors he did for Russia, the less they will fight over the whole Cold War thing.

"I need you to keep my sister company while I use the restroom. I had some of Jamaica's chicken and a little bit of vodka. It's not going to be a very pretty ending if you know what I mean….I might be there for a while" The exasperation on his face was almost pitiful as he grab his stomach . America placed his hand on the giant in from for him in sympathetic way.

"Don't worry bro; your sister is in good hands." He smiled at Russia

"Thank you so much comrade! I pay you back KOL KOL" The evilness of his plan almost came out as he kol'd to himself. Of course America didn't notice anything….

"No bro you don't have to do that, after all I am the HERO!" He gave the iconic thumb pointing to himself hero-esc pose to Russia.

"Any way as they say in your home….. See ya sucker!" Russia ran as fast as he could towards the exit. Russia ran as fast as he could, knocking down many countries along the way.

"Big brother you're going the wrong way! The restroom is the other way….."Belarus looked like she was going to punch the wall in a fit of anger. Her hair was standing strait up like mad cat. But she just fell to the ground and started to bawl.

"What's wrong?! Please don't cry!" America was starting to freak out as people started to stare. He did have a reputation to hold up, after all.

"He did it again, he ditched me! He doesn't love me; I want to be with him! "The mix of her loud sobs and her heavy accent made here words barley understandable.

"Please don't cry! You want the burger?" The socially awkward America held said burger in front of her to stop the loud wails, but Belarus was too broken down to even notice he said anything. America started to panic as more people started to stare. But suddenly an idea that was border line insane came to him.

"Wait right here, I'll be back."As he looked at the sobbing girl in front of him he placed the burger in front of her. Then he dashed to the men's locker room to find all of the necessary materials for his plan. Once he got there, he dash over to his brother, Canada's, locker. He didn't know the combination so with super powered strength he ripped open the locker and grabbed a tan colored over coat and a white scarf. He quickly put both on, but still there was something missing. America ran to the showers next to the locker room and found a tap that look similar to Russia's tap and in a another leap of heroic strength; he ripped out the pipe from the wall and water began spewing everywhere.

Once he got the pipe out of the wall he immediately dashed to where he had left Belarus. When he got there he found her sobbing into the burger. There was mustard on her face as she bawled between bites. America squatted down in front of her and pulled out a napkin from his pocket and started wiping the mustered and tears of her face.

"Look Belarus I'm your big brother! So please stop crying." He gave her a big grin as she stopped crying to figure out what was going on.

"You're not my big brother, and what are you wearing? You look like some lazy, cheap cosplayer."Belarus was very confused with the other nation.

"I'm the big brother that wants to be around and be with you." Finally it was clear to Belarus what America was trying to do. She started to laugh at the game that he was playing.

"So you're trying to make me feel better by dressing up like my brother? That's stupid, but very sweet. I don't know many people who would do that."Belarus stared to blush a little bit at the sweet gesture.

"Do you feel better now?" He held out his hand upon seeing she needed help up.

"I do feel a little better, but he did promise to take me to the mall to buy a new dress, so I feel a little let down. " Belarus took his hand at the same time she had a saddened look on her face. As America helped her up he couldn't help but to feel sorry for her. He could remember time when he was let down by someone he loved.

"Well, that won't do. I guess I'll take you to the mall. Hell; Ill even act as your big brother for the day, how does that sound?" He scratched the back of his head nervously awaiting her answer. Belarus clung to his arm for dear life; hoping that her brother would someday take lessons from America; today he would be fulfilling a dream she had for a long time. The dream to spend a day with the one she love even if It was just for pretend. America blushed as she grabbed his arm; clearly surprised with the answer she gave him.

"Hahahah I mean KOL KOL KOL. I'm guessing that was a yes. Well we better get going before traffic gets too bad. I'll drive." Belarus said nothing as she pressed her face into his shoulder as they walked towards the exit.

A few doors down Canada was walking out of the sauna and into the men's locker room to get clean. Once he got in to the locker room he stepped in some cold water. The looker was flooded with water about 2 inches high. The twisted piece of metal that was his locker door was on the floor. Canada went over to his locker and peered inside; all that was left was his pair of underwear.

"Why is it wet and where are my clothes!" This is the first time he said something that wasn't a whisper. All of a suddenly he fell to the ground and sniffed the grown like a blood hound. He sniffed all over the place; finally he got the scent of hammerers.

"America has the precious. We must find the precious and take it from him… Maple maple. But we mustn't hurt brother. You must remember precious that brother does this all the time to us. Maple Maple… " Canada changed in to vial creature with a bad habit of coifing maple and talking to himself like there was another person with him. He walked on all fours in a galloping sort of way and muttering about the clothes to himself in his underwear.