I don't know what to write here, oh gods.
I have a story! Yesterday, I got really, really rich. Like, filthy rich. And, upon getting all of this money, I spent half of it acquiring rights to nothing! (But you can call it Hetalia!) So now, I own Hetalia! (Don't listen to me)
Human names used. This might be a series. Maybe.
Disclaimer- I do not (not) own Hetalia!
Chapter 1- Russia and Belarus
It was an irregular World Meeting, hosted somewhere in Russia's cold Siberia. For once, France and England were not fighting, nobody was cussing, and the room wasn't even loud!
Probably because the meeting had not started yet. Brother, she thought over and over, clutching the mostly-filled marriage form in her hand. Today, we will get married! And in front of all of the other nations, no less, to show our eternal love! She nearly cackled at the wall in front of her, but somehow restrained herself. Frowning, she shifted herself, cautiously moving the form. It was too special to be crumpled.
For some reason, Russia had invited nearly everybody else but her. Maybe it's because he will surprise me today! Bouncing with excitement, Belarus nearly gave away her hiding spot. Peeking, again, at the meeting room, through the tiny hole in the wall she had created, using a drill that she had found, on the streets, and definitely not from her brother's warehouse. Nope, she would never steal from Brother, would she? Married couples never do that, do they? Then again, married couples never stalk each other. Our love for each other goes beyond the regular couple's love!
The room had nearly been filled up, by nations- and was that Sealand under the table? Ha, silly kid! Even Microsoft Word doesn't recognize Sealand as a word!
America took out another burger from his jacket. Slowly, he dropped it under the table, for Sealand to eat. This meeting would be a long one, after all. Besides, the bigger issue was that how in the world did Sealand keep on getting under the tables? England had checked multiple times for the micro nation, but he had never even found the boy!
Whatever. Was it just him, but did Russia seem a little off today? Throwing a paper airplane at Prussia, he took out a sharpie pen. Creeping towards Greece, he was getting ready to draw a moustache on the cat-loving nation, when he heard the door rattle. Twice, three times, four times… Somebody was stuck outside!
"I'm the hero!" he declared. "And nobody gets left behind when I'm the hero!" Now all the attention was on him, he opened the door slowly.
"Stop! Don't open the- no!" Russia screamed. The once-Soviet nations all grimaced, and slowly made their way away from Russia.
The strong nation visibly paled, shivering out of fear. "Go away! Lock the door!" He screamed, fear in his voice. The other nations froze at this unnatural display of pubic fear, especially out of all nations, Russia.
Out came a girl, dressed in black and blue, holding a knife and a piece of paper. She didn't seem so scary, except for that the fact that she was holding a knife and Russia, Russia was afraid of her.
"Ve~, Germany! Help me!" Cried the smaller Italian, jumping towards the larger man's seat. "Help me, the scary lady is here! She tried to offer me chicken once!" The other man shushed the Italian.
If Belarus was aware of the mood, she didn't show it. "Brother!" She said happily, although it came out more in that tone that people use when they are about to murder someone. "Let's get married right now!"
Russia visibly flinched, backing towards the wall, his aura getting darker by the seconds. "Go, away, Belarus." He shuttered. The girl smiled a psychopathic smile. "Its okay, Ivan! I know that you were going to surprise me with a ring today! We can get married right now!"
Russia plastered himself to the wall. "No, Natalia, maybe later, get away from me!"
Ukraine took this time to interrupt, "Natalia, maybe we can smooth-""Never, Yekaterina! We will get married right now!" Belarus declared.
The other nations, still frozen with fear, felt an ounce of pity for the poor Russian. Finally, America gathered up his courage, and asked "How about we leave now?"
Whipping her head around, Belarus snarled, "Never! You must be here to see me and brother marry! You can be the pastor! Here-", she shoved a book out of nowhere, "- and you-", she gave England a ring box, "-can be the ring holder!"
Using this as a distraction, some of the nations, namely Russia, ran out of the door, screaming not-so-quietly.
"Brother, Ivan dear, come back! We will get married!" Belarus stalked out of the room, following in her brother's footsteps. Ukraine followed her siblings with a sigh.
After that surprising encounter, the meeting dissolved into chaos.
"Well, now we know why Russia is so messed up." America said no nobody in particular, gesturing towards his head. Then, he followed the crowd of nations outside, closing the empty meeting room behind him.