A/N: It's always fun to write for Belarus. I just think that she's so much more than a psycho incest bitch. So, here's a drabble from an angsty Belarus' P.O.V. Enjoy!
I've thought about it a lot of times.
What it would mean to finally get it over.
To stop hearing the voices of the other students that whisper about me in the halls.
To just give in. I mean, who wouldn't think about that in my position.
I've thought about the effect it would have on my friends and family.
As if I had more than one friend.
I'm so thankful for Elizabeta, and yes, I know she would miss me.
I've thought about the effect it would have on my boyfriend, Alfred.
But I know he only dates me so he and his friends can laugh at my secrets and so that his popularity is boosted.
After all, everyone must think he's so brave to date the "crazy girl."
So yes, I've thought about the meaning of suicide.
And let me tell you, it sounds pretty damn nice right now.
But I couldn't do that to my brother, who I love more than anything, and I couldn't do it to Elizabeta.
She really has stuck with me through everything, and I couldn't just desert her now.
So yes, I've thought about the meaning of suicide.
And it would mean hurting everyone I love.
And I just can't do that.