Note: I'm not good at doing summaries and i just put down what came to mind. This is a story with Bela and Britain, but is it a love story or not? Find out as you read and i update.

It's been a few weeks now since the entire commotion happened in America. I sort of miss it, America; the bickering between Britain and America with France backing him up, the noises that coursed through the night, and the adventures waiting to be taken. The only place that I don't miss though is Salem; it's just too...evil. Every time I think about the place, shiver run down my spine. Why can't I just forget the place? Well, Russia got hurt in Salem, Britain and I saw the witch get dragged to hell, and I held his hand when he freaked. When I bring up the "holding his hand thing" Lia starts to do this "awwwww" thing and laugh after I tell her to shut up.

Speaking of Lia, she's gotten better. She actually made a joke once, and it made Russia crack a smile; that made her day. She's also getting better at not always being in an attitude. Sure she may give a glare or two, but that's not just her giving it. Ever since our brother had gotten hurt, we had been made into a whole; we still have two different minds, but we don't fight over control anymore. It's kind of tricky having two minds in one body, not to mention confusing for others, but we don't mind.

Ever since I asked Ukraine to call me Belarus, we've been called by just that name; besides Natalia, of course. We may have a name for both of us to be called by, but we still call each other Bela and Lia; it's easier that way.

Today I was doing my usual thing; waiting by the phone. I always wait by the phone, but when my times up, I give Lia control and she goes about the rest of the day. Yup, we're actually splitting the day up for the two of us to have an even amount of control. Today was a day like any other, so she just gave up her time for me. She said the days have gotten a bit boring, but I know that she's letting me wait longer.

I'm waiting for a call; a call from Britain. I know he didn't say he'd call me right away, but I told him that I'd wait for his call when he does. I sighed and looked at the clock. 6:30 a. m. So that means it's two thirty in London since I'm in Russia. If I was in my country it'd be four thirty; same goes for Ukraine. I sighed again and looked at the phone. Will he really call, or was he just saying that to have my hopes go up?

You sound like a girl who's worried about her boyfriend dumping her. Lia was up again. I rolled my eyes and slumped down so it looked like I was sleeping.

I came into the room we share and looked at her. "You know very well that I don't like him like that."

She scoffed. "Sure you don't." The sarcasm in her voice made me glare at her. "You know I'm kidding." She put her hands up in the air like she was surrendering. "I just like teasing you."

I sighed, for what seemed like the millionth sigh today, and shook my head. "I know you are. I'm just getting anxious and annoyed."

She giggled and so did I. "He must have struck a cord in you or something." She smiled. "I'm happy you made a friend out of a country."

"You made friends, too, you know."

"Yeah, yeah, but they're forced to be my friends." I frowned. "Kidding. Geez, you need to listen for my sarcasm and jokes other wise you're going to worry over me, hand and foot." We laughed at the silly statement.

"I know, but I'm the part that worries more often."

"Like how you would worry over brother and his injury?" I nodded. "I remember how he asked for me to take over since you were annoying him with your worry; even thought we switched, you still gave me a headache."

"Sorry." I frowned, but it didn't stay there long. I chuckled at the said memory. "I think it's really silly that I worried that much."

"You're telling me." I looked at her and we started to laugh together. This is another like of mine that happened in America, Lia and I have come closer and we actually get along.

"Belarus," we both ceased laughing as we recognized our sisters voice, "you have a phone call."

I smiled and Lia patted me on the shoulder. "The damn idiot that kept you waiting has finally called."

She chuckled as I hit her arm. "He's not an idiot."

"But he did make you wait." I nodded then disappeared, waking up to see Ukraine holding the phone.

"Who is it?" I asked with a still sleepy voice.

"It's Britain." With his name heard, I sat up straight and took the phone out of her hands.

She giggled and walked away as I thanked her. "Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Bela?" I heard his British accent and my chest started to flutter.

"Yes?" He called me Bela, but I didn't mind. Anyway he wanted to talk to just me, right. The other end went silent and when this happened, I feared that the connection was lost. This also made me remember some other phone calls we had gotten; the person had asked for me and once I answered the man back he went silent and hung up on me. "Arthur?"

"...Y-yes?" I relaxed as he answered.

"Have you called before?" He went silent again and I instantly put two and two together. "You were the hanger upper, weren't you?"

He laughed at the silly word choice. "Sorry about that."

"Why did you hang up on me so many times?"

Silence. I was starting to hate it. "Bad connection?"

He was lying. I sighed and smiled. "I'm nervous, too, Arthur. I've never really talked to anyone through the phone before, well at least someone who's from another country."

He chuckled and I felt him relax a bit. "Yeah." There was another elongated silence and it was killing me. I was about to ask him if there was anything he wanted to talk about when he started to speak again. "So...how's Russia?"

"The same old hard headed brother." He laughed. "If you weren't there to see what happened to him, you wouldn't believe in him being injured. Honestly, the instant we arrived home he started swinging his accursed pipe around. I couldn't even get any sleep since Ukraine was yelling at him to put it down and all the whacks that went against the wall. I can tell you one thing though, we had to pay a lot of money just to get our walls fixed." The Brit laughed at the story of Russia and I smiled; his laugh was some nice to hear. "So tell me," he calmed down so he could hear, "what's been happening with you?"

He paused and sighed. "The usual."

"Which is?" I didn't really know him all that well so I don't know what "the usual" meant.

"Which is me being stuck in the rainy season. The weather really doesn't help me either since I've been depressed." He gave a heavy, tired sigh.

"Why are you depressed?" I was feeling a bit worried. When didn't I feel worried?
He thought for a bit before he answered. "America and I are fighting again."

I rolled my eyes. That's the only thing they do when there not on the same page. "What did you two fight about?"

"The usual. The American Revolution." Ouch. I may not know them that much, but I do know about the revolution and how it's a button that you really shouldn't press unless you want to see a drunken Brit who's depressed and crying while shouting curse words. How I know this is because France had called to get me up to date about the history between the three of them. He also wanted to tell me what Britain was like when in that position; it was really nice of him to do that, but it sort of made me wonder, why did he think that I should know all of that?

"Does he always bring it up?" I know I shouldn't ask anything regarding the revolution, but if he wanted to tell me I was ready to listen.

He sighed. "Every now and then. I think he does it just to tell me that he was successful once in a battle against me."

"That's sort of rude and hurtful though."

"Yeah, but he isn't a gentleman, at all. To some people maybe, but never to me."

I sighed. America no baka (1). "Has he always felt guilty afterward and apologized?"

"Yes," he was sad, I could just tell, "but no matter how many times he apologizes, he'll say it again and again." I was starting to get mad now. "He's just a stupid git that won't learn to shut his trap. I bet he doesn't even read the atmosphere and just says what he likes." The Brit continued to complain about his former colony and brother. I was listening to every word and the fire that was ignited in my mind was getting fueled with the anger I felt. It sounds like he does this on purpose at times, but then sometimes it just slips out. I sighed. "Is something wrong, Bela?"

I came back to the conversation. "Yeah, I think I'm just a bit tired." I looked at the clock and saw that it was going for noon. "Wow, we've been talking for quiet a while."

I heard a chair move on the other end. "Oh yeah, you're right." He chuckled.

"Did you even get any sleep?" I asked suddenly remembering that when he called, it was three in the morning in London.

"No...I mean yes." I chuckled as he tried to lie so I wouldn't worry.

"Come on, Arthur."

"Well what about you?"

I blinked. That's right; I didn't go to bed last night and fell asleep next to the phone, I had just woken up at four when I started to wait again. I fell asleep around midnight. "I did get some hours."

"And just how long is "some"?" He's one to worry, too.

"Four hours." I say. He was the one sighing now.

"Bela." I knew what he was going to tell me, and I was ready to counter, but didn't see this coming. "Did you wait by the phone?"

I was dumbfounded. How could he ask that question with little knowledge? He didn't know that I've been around the phone almost all day, did he? "No." I lied.

He sighed again. "Don't lie, Bela." I was going to ask how he'd know when he continued. "I had some of my fairy friends check on you through the weeks that you've been back." I shut my mouth as I listened to him. "They told me you were near the phone for hours, but then you'd switch with Lia and move away. Why did you stay by the phone?"

I was found out and didn't have an escape route. "I was waiting for your call." He fell silent and listened. "I thought you would've known that with me always picking up the phone when you called. Even Ukraine found out that I was waiting for you. Russia didn't and I'm glad he doesn't know."

"Why?"

I sighed. "Because he would've locked me in my room and forbid me to go near the phone or to even speak to you. He doesn't like anyone and he especially doesn't like his sisters getting close to anyone." He chuckled.

"He just worries over you two, that's all." I nodded even though he couldn't see me. The conversation had went into silence after that; it wasn't awkward, really, just long. After some time, he cleared his throat. "I guess I'll leave you to get some rest."

"Okay. You get some rest, too."

He chuckled. "I will."

"I'll talk to you later then." I didn't know how long later would be but he agreed.

"Talk to you later."

We hung up and I sighed a heavy sigh that I've been holding in since I first sat next to the phone. You finally talked with one another. Lia stated. I nodded and got up out of the chair.

"Yup, and now I'm going to sleep." I did as I said and went to bed. It felt good being able to sleep in my bed again; I've been sleeping next to the phone for so many nights. I crawled in my bed and clutched the blanket covering me. He finally called, and we finally talked. Now I can sleep in bed. Once I thought about what I did through all the weeks, I realized that I did act like some girl waiting for her boyfriend to call, but I don't like him that way. Or at least I don't think I do. Not wanting to stay up any longer, I closed my eyes and slept for hours on end, until my energy was restored.

Yes this is a story continuing off from Bela's Break Through, and yes i took Maiya123's advise. I'm going to try and do a Belarus/Britain story, either friendship or romance, that's the question.

For those of you who like the other Bela story, i hope you'll like this one, too. I may not know where i'll take this story, but that's where the fun comes in. I also don't think i'll be updating every other day like i've been doing for some of my stories, but i'll try to update for you all soon.

I had liked the first story and was a bit sad that it ended, but when i said that there was possibly going to be a second story and got a review from Maiya123 saying she's like it if i did have a sequel, and it'd be more interesting if it had a little Belarus/Britain in, i instantly got a couple ideas swarming through my head.

Thank you Maiya123 for the review and the idea. I hope you like what i had did with the first chapter.

Thanks you all for reading and R&R! :)