"B-belarus . . .?"
"Yes, big brother?"
"W-would y-you like . . .to um . . .go on a d-date-"
"Yes! Finally!"
I stared out the window, watching the rain beat against it, like making its own music. It was if I was in a movie and it was the cliché scene where someone was sad and it was raining.
"Why'd he ask her, now?" I asked myself. When Belarus had almost accepted me, HE stepped in and asked her out. And why would she ever say no to her brother that she'd been trying to –forcibly- marry?
It had been right after the World Conference and HE had asked her while everyone had been fighting. Of course, I'd been arguing with England about something, but I'd noticed. I hadn't seen it coming, otherwise I'd have made my move on Belarus already.
"Hey Belarus-AH!"
"Get away from me, stupid hamburger eater!"
"Wait! I just wanted to give you these flowers!"
"F-flowers . . .?"
"Um, yeah. I picked them myself!"
She wouldn't remember that time because 1) It had been a few years ago and 2) I had given them to her and not HIM.
I refused to say HIS name anymore. Sure we'd always pretty much hated each other, but now . . .that hate was mixed with jealousy.
Tony had told me to just forget Belarus. But how could I, when I loved her? Even if she did seem to hate me, there were times she would at least talk to me and not try to kill me.
I placed my hand on the window, letting the cool glass calm me down. Cool it Jones, you've done enough already, you don't need another person dead.
"Hey, Russia why don't you come to my house for a little while?"
"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. We should really try to be friends."
I pulled my hand away from the window and saw my hand print on it, but it was made of blood. I turned around to see HIS body on the ground with many injuries.
I had my own injuries, but they weren't so bad because I had taken HIM by surprise. He never saw it coming.
"And tomorrow when Belarus goes to your date, she'll find me instead," I said to HIM, as if he'd answer.
"Now, what should I do with your body?"