America x Belarus – The ice queen (Part One)

Belarus was as cold as ice. She never let anyway in, never showed anyone love except for obsessive love for her brother, and she never showed any affection. Thus her nickname "Ice queen" which was whispered like a curse at the world meetings. She was alone, feared, and even hated. And she was just fine with that. At least until that American showed up.

~Flashback~

Belarus was walking across the snow crusted road, the ice cracking under her feet. The air was cold just like the heavy tension that lay over the Soviet Union, (or Russia as she liked to think of him), and America. She was on her way to see her big brother to give him some information she had gathered and was so occupied with her thoughts that she never heard the car honking until it was too late. Belarus stared coldly into the headlights, but just as she was about to get smashed she was pushed out of the way and when she tumbled to the ground, her "rescuer" landing on top of her. Belarus looked up to see America on top of her with a stupid grin on his face. She pushed him off with an annoyed growl.

"What are you grinning about?" Belarus made sure to put plenty of venom in her tone, sure to turn anyone away scared. But the still grinning American didn't look fazed in the least.

"DUDE I TOTALLY JUST SAVED YOU!" Belarus frowns at his loud volume, but unfortunately he wasn't done yet. He stood up and pulled her roughly up with him, then gave his "heroic pose" before shouting at the top of his lungs.

"IM THE HERO!"

'He really is just a child in adults clothing…and what is he doing here? Doesn't he know he would be killed for being here?' Belarus glanced at her watch and realized that if she didn't move now she would miss the drop-off. Without as much as a backwards glance or a single word she started to walk away from the grinning America.

"Yo dudette wait up!"

Belarus ignored him and continued to walk with her cold eyes scanning the road in front of her for any sight of her big brother. The annoying American jogged to catch up with her until he was walking alongside her. Deciding that ignoring him was the best option, she didn't talk while the American started chattering, paying no attention as to whether or not she was responding. 'This guy really is an idiot… if he doesn't leave me alone I will knock HIM in front of a moving car.' The American continued talking about stupid thing like snow, his favorites superheroes and even asking her about McDonalds, which she just ignored.

"Hey, you know it's kind of rude to not even look at someone when they are talking… Could you at least nod?"

Belarus decided that if she went along with this, he might just go away, so she nodded. Even without looking at his face she could feel his smile bearing into her face. The American laughed his obnoxious laugh and threw his fist into the air.

"Yeah! Ok so then who is your favorite superhero?'

'He just won't give up will he?'

"I don't have a favorite "superhero", I don't even know what that is!"

Apparently this was the wrong thing to say to the American, for he now started explain about heroes in great detail leaving Belarus extremely annoyed.

"Oh would you just leave me alone! Why are you even here? Don't you realize that you could start a war just by being here?"

The American looked startled at her sudden outburst, but she didn't care. In fact if she hurt him, maybe he would leave her alone. But unfortunately he did not leave, but instead started asking her "what was wrong" and if "she was ok".

"Yes I am fine! I would be better if you would leave me alone!"

"But I can't! A hero always has to walk the damsel home! You know it's dangerous out here at night."

Belarus growled in frustration and pulled out a knife she always had hidden in her dress.

"Trust me I can take care of myself, now leave I have places to be."

At last he backed up with his hands held out, eyes wide.

"Oh ok then… But I'll see you tomorrow!" With that Alfred ran away before she could protest with a grin, and strange look of determination on his face.

'I'll just have to use a different road to big brothers…' Unbeknownst to the Belarusian, the American now had a goal. He was going to make her believe in heroes.

The next day Belarus took a different route to her brother house. She sneezed in the quiet day. It was bitter cold that day and she was wearing a large scarf wrapped around her freezing head, which unfortunately meant that her ears were covered and she could not hear the American following behind her until was too late.

"Hey Belarus!"

Belarus turns around sighing quietly. It was him again. Alfred bounds up to her with a large smile.

"Hey! How are you today?" His smiles at her his breath coming out in little puffs of fog.

"How did you find me?" She fixes on him with her steely glare, which he just grinned at. 'Something is wrong with him…. I wonder if England ever dropped him as a child…'

"Oh well I just looked around the city until I found you! Sounds like fate huh?" He gives her a goofy grin and steps I time with her as she turns around walking.

"Believing in fate is for children…" With that she walks on, but he was undeterred and follows her like a lost puppy.

"And what's wrong with that?"

"It is childish; you need to grow out of your fantasies. The real world isn't a fairy tale."

Alfred looks at her like he was pitying her which made her glare even more steely.

'And why not? Why can't our world be a fairy tale?"

"Because that is not how it works. There are no knights in shining armor, just men on horses in rusting armor." With this she runs away leaving Alfred standing behind.

After that day Alfred came every day and followed her on her walk. At first she tried to ignore him or lose him, but that proved to be like trying to ignore a wall when it is right in front of you, and trying to lose a hunting dog. No matter what she did she couldn't shake him. In the end Belarus begrudgingly decided to allow him to join her on the walk.

Every day he would find her and immediately start to rant about the latest topic that he was interested in. Some days it was aliens, others it was music but mostly it was superheroes and trying to get Belarus to change her mind about their world being a fairy tale. However that would never happen. As the days got colder the walks got longer. Belarus found herself slowing down to listen to his rants, after all his ignorance was amusing, and there was something about his child like tendencies that was…. Pleasant to see. It reminded her of a time long ago before the world was so cold and she was content to just build snowmen with her sister and brother.

However as soon as the walk ended so did the spell as she was forced back into the real world of espionage. Her daily visits to Russia and Alfred's insistence in walking with her was only helping her gather more information for her big brother. The "Cold War" as it was now dubbed was reaching the peak of its tension when one day she was walking down the road looking around for the idiot American.

No matter how much she slowed down, he never showed up, and she was forced to walk alone in the freezing winter. The next few days a blizzard blew into the city perfectly matching her mood. 'Why isn't he idiot here? Did he actually get himself killed… Why do I care?' She shakes these thoughts away and continues on her walk. She arrives at Russia's house and gets the usual papers. With the reminder that she was not to look she walks out of his house and starts down the street to the KGB headquarters. As she turns down the street and her eye is attracted to one letter in the name. It was a paper confirming that a man on the hit list has been eliminated. Not knowing why she opened the letter and stops dead in her tracks. The idiotic face of Alfred with a large grin was staring up at her with a large red X through it. Her hands tremble and she scans the streets for anyone. Finding that she was alone she reads through the paper easily finding the information she needed. Without so much as another glance at the KGB headquarters that loomed before her she walks with a determined step to an abandoned warehouse in another area of the city.

She walks in through the doors and is greeted with her own breath coming out in puff of fog; the building was just as cold as the outside, if not colder. She walks in and walks to the back and stops when she finds a large pool of blood…. And no body. She follows the trail down some stairs her steps growing faster and soon she is running down halls following that red trail, looking for the idiot boy who left it. She walks into the last room at the end of the hall and is greeted by a pale Alfred slumped against the wall, a dark red stain on his shirt, directly over his heart. She walks over and looks down at him before she suddenly falls to her knees in front of him rebellious tears sneaking past the guards and running away down her cheeks.

He was sly, the American had been melting her frozen heart, and now that she had realized that it was too late. She cries looking at pale unmoving figure and leans in giving him a kiss, his lips felt cold. She looks back up at him, but there was no change.

"You see Alfred?' She whispered her voice choked despite her best efforts. "The world is not a fairy tale…."