(A/N): A simply little one-shot. AmeBel/AmericaXBelarus. Very few of their stories are happy, this one is not.
A short little one shot that I wrote after reading possibly the most disgusting, horrifying, and just plain... No. Words cannot describe how filthy and awful it is. If you have not read 'Space Heater', then I f****** envy you. DO NOT READ IT! I swear to God I actually threw up.. Ugh.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
Natalya smiled, looking at me with her wide violet eyes, "N-Nothing.. It's okay."
I frowned, "What is it..? Natty, please. You know I'm here for you. Always."
"Da." She nodded, her mouth twisting up into another forced smile, "I-I.. I know, Alfred. You." With a sigh, she turned away. Not another word.
This kept happening. I would see her, my wife, my love, in pain. She would shrug and give me smile, telling me it was nothing, but when she turned away I would catch a glimpse of what she was hiding. Pain, sorrow, and absolute sheer terror. Fear. She was afraid of something. But she wouldn't tell me what it was.
Then one day she had a black eye.
"Please!" I begged her, kissing her forehead, "Please.. Tell me. I want to help. I need to help you.. I love you."
She nodded, shaking a little in my embrace, "I'm fine, Alfred." Her voice broke my heart. So much control over those three words, but she still sounded terrified. I hated it. I hated whatever was making her this upset. Someone was hurting her. But she wouldn't tell me who.
The next time I saw her like this, the woman I loved was cowering in the corner. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, hands thrown up to protect her face and head, and pleading for mercy.
"Please…" She sobbed, "Just stop! Please! I'll do anything.."
I rushed to her, falling my knees and taking her in my arms to comfort her. But she flinched away from me, sobbing louder.
"Please.. Please, Alfred."
I nodded, trying to hold her closer, but she kept pulling away. I frowned, trying to pry her hands off her face. She heaved another sob, too weak to put up a fight, and gave in. My eyes widened as I looked at her. Her face was beaten and cut, lips bloody and eye swollen with a fist shaped bruise.
"Natty.. I-I.. Oh God. Shhh.. It'll be alright." I cooed to her, looking into her eyes. Those once beautiful, complex violet spheres were now dead and hollow. They harbored only one emotion. Fear. My lips parted and I kissed her forehead again, noticing her flinch away from me.
"I love you, Natty." I spoke softly, brushing away a tear that streaked down her face. I froze. My hand. My face paled as I looked down at the raw, bloody knuckles. Me. I was hurting her.