Hi all! So this is my first fan fic that I ever published on FFN. Please let me know what you think of it!

Disclaimer: I own your soul but nothing else.

"Brother! Come back! Brother why are you running? LET'S GET MARRIED!"

Russia could barely hear the yells through the whistling in his ears. But he did hear "married", so he kept running.

The day wasn't going that bad up till then. The U.N. Meeting had gone uneventfully. America ranted, England disagreed, a fight ensued, and Germany intervened just in time. Nothing got accomplished and the meeting was adjourned. He had gotten up and was organizing his note, humming a Russian tune, when a chill that only one person could give him crawled up his back. Then the voice came.

"Hello, brother. Let's get married today."

He turned to see a petite body, cold purple eyes and a shiny knife standing very close behind him.

He gulped down the fear that jumped up in his throat and tried to speak calmly. "G-good afternoon, Belarus..." He went back to gathering papers into his folder and tried to avoid the knife that was seen in his peripherals. "Did you enjoy the meeting?-"

"I'm growing impatient with your decision-making, brother," She said, stepping forward a bit. "and I have decided to quicken your choice." She raised the knife level with his chest and added a tone of threat to her voice. "We ARE going to get married. TODAY."

His eyes went to the knife and he paled. This was a new tactic of hers. "Y-you can't be seriou-"

"I regret that it has to come to this." Her voice showed no regret, however, and her eyes seem to glitter. "But I will not wait anymore."

Now, there were two things he could do in a situation like this. One, he could take the knife away and finally call her out, put a stop to her insane attempts. Or two, he could run like crazy. So like any real man and strong nation would do, he ran.

He couldn't hear Belarus behind him after a while, but he didn't slow down any. She was probably hiding in the ceiling somewhere, waiting for him to stop so she could jump him. He skidded around a corner and was in such a hurry that he didn't see someone walking forward.

Suddenly, he was on the ground with a small body squished underneath him. At first he feared that it was his deranged sister who had found a way to cut him off, but a pair of chocolate brown eyes and long black hair made him smile with relief.

"Vietnam..."

"H-hello, Russia.... Um, do you mind getting off?" she breathed, struggling and turning red under his weight.

He stood and pulled her up with him in one easy motion. "I'm sorry. I was, er, not paying attention..."

"It's alright." She said cheerily though the collision had left her a bit shaken. She clutched her rice paddle and looked up at him curiously. "What were you running from?"

He opened his mouth to explain when that chill came over him again. He turned to see Belarus panting a few feet away and looking up at him. "That was fun, brother." She held up the knife. "Now let's go get MARRIED."

The poor Russian squeaked and started backing up, eyes glued to the knife. "S-sister, I can't marry you..."

The dark blond's eyes flashed dangerously. "And why not?"

Why? WHY? There were a MILLION reasons why they shouldn't get married! Though in his state of perpetual fear he completely forgot them. He looked around, trying to think of something. "W-why? Because um..." He then saw the small Asian country next to him and a desperate idea came to his mind. "Because I'm already getting married!" he blurted and grabbed her waist, pulling her close. "To Vietnam!"

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Thank you for reading! I know, kinda short but R&R and I'll continue it!