"Brother."

Yes, this was a word Belarus held very close to her heart. Whenever she said it, he would turn around with a simple expression on his face, which would soon twist into the exact definition of repulsion and fear as he tried to worm his way away from the deranged girl he reluctantly had to call his 'sister.'

"B-Belarus! W-what are you-?"

No, he didn't need to ask that question anymore. He pushed at her, hoping to get away.

"Brotherr. Why are you trying to escape, broootherr?"

It was that very voice that Russia despised most.

"G-Get…Get away!

He reached for his trusty water pipe, and swung blindly at his attacker- or, sister.

With a loud clang she dropped to the floor, blood trickling down her forehead. Yes, this was how these episodes would normally end. Belarus attempted to lift herself up from the ground, only to be greeted with- once again - the friendly taste of metal. How nice. She went flying into the wall as the Russian made his escape. Ah, siblings.

However, today was a different day.

She held her stomach, choking up something- she wasn't quite sure if it was blood or spit, and she wasn't going to check. Once again she tried to gather herself up and stand, but she'd wobble and fall. What was happening? She shuddered, once again getting to her feet, only to sway, and then slip. She let out a small cry, only to find the sensation of being lifted.

Wait, what?

Before she could really tell what was going on, she was in the arms of him, that...disgusting brunette.

"Miss Belarus! Y-You're hurt...What happened?"

Ew.

Her palm met his face within a second of him speaking, sending him wobbling and almost dropping her.

"Put me down."

He obeyed, unwillingly, and set her on her feet. And embarrassingly enough, she fell to the floor.

"M-Miss Belarus!"

'Ugh, it's not like I'm dying.' She thought to herself. He picked her up once more, talking and whining about how she should be more careful or somethingshe didn't care about. He scurried to her room like some kind of insect and dropped her onto her bed, flying into frenzy as he went here and there, bringing her something to drink, wrapping her injury on her head, cleaning the blood off of her, etc. He started ranting about how Russia should be more gentle with her and how he can't just go smashing his water pipe into his 'innocent little sister' -even though Belarus herself admitted she was anything BUT innocent- and continued on to complain about how Russia shouldn't even HAVE something like a water pipe and that it was too dangerous and it should be replaced with something LESS lethal if anything at all and "Why couldn't he be more normal like his older sister?" and gave Belarus the biggest migraine she had experienced in a VERY long time.

"Lithuania."

He immediately hushed himself, turning to face her.

"Ye-"

"Why are you doing this?"

She stared up at the brown haired young man with spite that he didn't seem to notice. It only made his face turn into some horrific shade of red.

"B-Because…W-well…"

He hesitated, turning his head away, trying to avoid her eyes. What? What was it?

"Out with it!"

"Because I love you, Miss Belarus!"

"-What?"

She blurted out the first thing she could think of after he said that.

What?

Love?

He…

Loved…

Her…?

His face had become unhealthily crimson at this point.

"P…P-Please excuse me!"

Lithuania rushed out of the room, and unfortunately for him, was unable to see Belarus's face as it turned a rosy red.

"Loves me…he…"

She was dumbfounded. Why did he love her? Of all people? She got up from her bed shakily- well, at least she could stand now- and walked to her mirror, staring at her reflection.

She examined her face closely.

Her nose was big-too big. Ugly. Her eyes were a hazy color of some kind of blend-gone-wrong of purple and blue. Not like her sister, who had blue eyes, or her brother, who had purple eyes. They both were so pretty because of their eyes. Not her. Her facial structure in all wasn't pretty-not in her eyes. Her hair was some off white kind of color that seemed to be her least favorite aspect of her appearance.

So why?

Why her?

She smashed the mirror with her bare hand, getting it cut up a bit. She stood, and then walked out of her room. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Someone loved her…someone actually loved her.

So why did it hurt so much?