Belarus ran along the sidewalk, knife in hand and panting heavily. She had never seen anything like him. A dart whizzed by, grazing her cheek and causing blood to slowly seep down. She growled and turned one hand on the ground. Another dart flew her way. This time she ducked and rolled. A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her up. She twisted and turned like a cat. Hissing and spitting, she swiped at the person, only for it to catch her wrist and squeeze. Belarus dropped the knife with a hiss. "Prussia!" Belarus yelled. Prussia brought his head to her level, "Belarus. Dear... why run? I captured you remember? You need to her stay with me now." Belarus stared at him then spit in his eye. He looked away with a strained smile on his face. Wiping his eye, he started to drag her the way she had started to run. "We are going home now little missy."