Rather short mini-story drabble thing. I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia
"Why not me, Russia-san?" My voice was steady, and strong, but the tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. "Why not me?"
"Because you're my sister." Russia's innocent, sweet smile played on his lips, but didn't quite reach his eyes. They were cold, and cut me like a knife. Not because he was glaring, but because of the absence of love, or affection. "I can't love my sister… like that." The last words had been added, as if they were an afterthought.
"But…. Big brother…" He cut me off, by patting me on the head with a semblance of affection. I stared up at him, letting his fingers slide through my pale hair.
"Shh, Bela-chan, go to bed." Without waiting for me to argue, he scooped me up, bridal style, but it seemed to annoy him that I was so close. My first reaction to being picked up was to wrap my arms around Russia-san to balance myself. The irritated look only lasted a split second, but I noticed. Of course I noticed. I notice everything about Russia-san.
I felt safe in Russia's strong arms, even though I was an uncomfortable height from the floor. I rested my head against his shoulder, and my eyes started to close. Before I knew it, Russia was setting me down in my bed. He couldn't pull away because I had snagged a handful of his coat in my hand.
"Please, Big brother, stay?" My voice surprised me, I sounded like a child. This is what I had been reduced to? Russia-san had that same silly smile, and it made my grip loosen. He quickly retreated from my reach.
"No, Bela-chan." His voice was soft, and sweet. "Go to sleep, sister." I sat up, pulling the covers up to my chin, staring down at the sheets. Footsteps, and soon a shadow fell over me. "Sleep well." he pressed a kiss to my forehead, and left.
"… Why not… me?" I knew where he was going. He went there almost every night. "Why… him…?"
A/N: Review, Comrades~ kolkolkol