This is somewhere between romance, action, drama, etc. There are hints of what seem to be Belarus x Liechtenstein, Belarus x Switzerland, and then there's Belarus x Scotland.
Prologue
He always liked for me to tell him this story about how I came to be who I am. I'm no one special, really, but he seems to think differently. Although the memories bring me to my knees from a shaking remembrance of pain, I find that I am lonesome with a desire to feel it all again. If I could repeat this vicious cycle, I'd die from exhaustion. I would die from heartbreak. I would die from complete and utter tragedy. I would die from inexplicable happiness and a stomping victory that wounded me so. Even if I could drive away the memories and the scars, and all the stars and forget the bars, I'd be a bottomless pit of woe and worry, as I was so many years ago. You can stare at the scar on my shoulder still, but listen to its tale.