I didn't know what to do. I had seen this woman all my life, and I just didn't know what to do. Suddenly she was so beautiful. Her milky white skin was like snow. And I was like fire compared to her. It was like we were opposites, and that opposites were definitely attracting right now. I just wanted to wrap my arms around her. I wanted to kiss her on the cheek, the neck, the jaw, down her chest. I wanted her to make her mine. I wanted her to run her fingers down my back, pull on my hair as I was in her. Hell, I wanted her to pull out a knife, gently run it down my skin, and take it and run it down hers. I wanted to see her blood stain her snowy skin. I wanted her. I needed her.
She couldn't be mine. She was his. He was the one who to to run his fingers through her beautiful hair. He was the one who got to hear her as he pleasured her. I wanted - I needed that to be me.
I didn't just want to make love to her. I wanted to fall in love with her. I wanted to defy everything. I shouldn't want her. We were so different. I just want to hold her. Feel her cold skin against my own warm skin. I want to feel the temperature difference in our countries.
But he had her. He loved her. She loved him.
We barely spoke. I want to work to change that.
I want to stop sitting here when I should be listening to the one who has her rant about his stupid country.
I realized suddenly she had left. I looked around, she wasn't sitting near her brother and sister, usually they sat together, so she had to be gone. I looked at Romano, who was asleep anyway.
I got up and went after her. I looked everywhere for her.
"Estás bien, Belarús? You left the meeting so early. I was a little worried." She whipped around, holding one of her knives. "Oh. Ispanija, I thought you were Alfred." She seemed to calm down a little bit when she noticed it was me."
"Haha. Why would America be speaking Spanish? He's horrid at it." I smiled at her. I hoped she didn't know that right now I just wanted to push her against the wall and kiss her, and have my way with her. I didn't care if anyone else saw. I wanted them to see.
"I don't know. I just don't want to see him. Unless I'm allowed to kill him." The unease returned upon her face.
"Did he hurt you, quierda?"
"No one hurts me. Especially not a weakling like him..."
I grabbed her hand, knowing it could've been the last thing that I ever did. But I wasn't scared. "You're so strong. That's admirable."
"Ispanija, back away unless you want to lose that hand." Her eyes grew a bit darker, but not the way I saw when she was normally angry, she wanted the comfort. She wanted someone to love her the way she should be loved.
"No."
I did it. I pushed her against the nearest wall. I took her legs and them around my body as close as I could. I kissed her as fiercely as I had ever kissed someone before. She didn't protest. She wrapped her fingers in my hair, she pulled at the hair, she wanted to cause that pain, but I didn't care. I wanted it. I wanted to feel something. I wanted to feel the steam that came when you mixed the fire and the snow.
And I would. It wasn't long until we had made our way to someones hotel room, I didn't even know if it was hers or mine. I didn't care. It might not even have been another Nations. It wasn't long until her dress was ruined, and my clothes were practically ripped off. I was right, I could feel the cold, and it felt so right.
I didn't care if she was his still or not. She was going to be mine now. He couldn't make the steam we could.
