A/N: So this is my first story on the website! Hooray for me, I guess. Anyways, please feel free to leave reviews and hand me some constructive criticism if you feel I need it. :) I just hope I did Belarus justice...
Also, I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers or anything. I just own this fic.
Hetalia: Axis Powers and their characters belong to the awesome Himayura! :D
The heart.
A simple tiny organ with the purpose to keep your heart pumping so you could stay alive. That's what it was made to do. Yet, to Belarus, it was created to do so much more.
It is a container that holds all her love for her dear brother. It was amazing to her that her tiny heart was able to keep all her love and adoration for him, which is why it hurt her so much when her Russia would deny her love, and say it was wrong to love him like that.
"Why is it wrong to love you, dear Brother?" She cries quietly to herself as she sharpens her beloved knives with her arms. Her glassy eyes watch as the blood dribbles down her arms and onto her dress. "Can't you see my body weeps for your love?"
Looking through the window, Belarus seethes in anger when she sees her brother asleep. Everyday at midnight, she watches as her brother lays in a king-sized bed, covered by 1800-count silk purple sheets. His head rests on a Sobakawa pillow, given to him by a certain Asian nation her brother knew so well. She grits her teeth in pure hate at the thought of China because said nation was currently resting his head on her brother's chest, right over where his heart is located.
"How dare you lie besides my brother? Nobody sleeps there except me!" She growls quietly as her hands rest on the window pane. The cold, bitter wind nipping her cheeks and exposed skin remind her that being outside at the dead of night during a Russian winter is a horrible idea, but she decides to linger for a few seconds longer.
Belarus doesn't realize she's crying until she feels her tears freeze against her pale cheeks, but makes no move to wipe them away. Instead, she keeps watching as her brother sleeps with a serene smile gracing his thin lips. She refuses to believe that the smile was caused by the nation lying next to him and leans froward to breathe onto the window. Once there is enough fog, one of her fingers (which is now turning blue) reaches up and begins to write something in her brother's native tongue.
"Ты моя навсегда, брат." She whispers, repeating what she had wrote on the window. Belarus pauses to admire her handiwork before turning around and walking through the deep snow back to her home, where a fire fueled by pictures of China would be waiting for her.
"Don't worry, my darling Russia. I'll get rid of China so that we could live happily together! Forever and ever..."
Russian: "Ты моя навсегда, брат."
English: "You are mine forever, brother."
(Or so Bing Translate says...)
