Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine!


Belarus admired the ring in her hand. It sparkled and shined in the sunlight. It was a simple white gold band. Belarus did not have the available funds to buy anything fancier like platinum but she would promise her brother something better on the day they exchanged vows and were finally together. She looked at its twin on her own hand and smiled dreamily. She had asked Russia many times to marry her but this time she had a ring. How could he turn her down once he saw how dedicated to she was to becoming one with him?

She looked at the clock and realized it was getting dangerously close to the time that was scheduled for the world meeting. Hurriedly, she pulled on a coat and ventured out into the bustling streets New York City. The city was not nearly as cold as her home during this time of year but she still felt relief when she entered the building where the meeting was held. The warmth flooded toward her in a gust and drove off the slight numbness of her nose.

Her ice blue eyes roamed over the room looking for her brother's towering height. As soon as she spotted him, near the quivering Baltics, she was at his side.

"Big brother," she said to get his attention. Russia slightly tensed up at the sound of her voice. Slowly he turned around to see his sister's deadpan look with that crazy obsessive glint in her eyes.

"B-belarus!" he said with fake cheer while forcing his normal child like voice. He was already feeling the urge to run off screaming before she could try anything with him.

"Brother please wait for me after the meeting. I'd like to discuss something with you," she told him an almost shy tone to her words. Russia cocked his head to the side in confusion. Usually Belarus did not ask him to wait around for her, she just followed (stalked) him wherever he went. Once he looked into Belarus' almost embarrassed gaze he was reminded of the time little Belarus was nothing more than his sweet innocent little sister. A Belarus that played with him in the sunflower fields while Ukraine cooked.

"Da, I will," he agreed with a slight smile. A little voice in the back of his head urged him that making such a promise would bring trouble. He ignored the voice.

She nodded before one of her very rare smiles crossed her lips. Russia was momentarily shocked at the expression. She hadn't smiled like that in years. Brotherly pride swelled in his chest, he had done that. The little voice spoke up once but he ignored it again.

Before either could speak the meeting was called to order and the siblings took their seats. Neither noticed the green eyes looking longingly at the Belarusian. Lithuania sighed jealously that the rare and beautiful smile was wasted on Russia. Russia who only ever saw Belarus as his little sister and had no romantic feelings toward her at all. He glanced wistfully at the long platinum haired girl several times during the meeting. Like all the other meetings she did not see for she was too consumed sneaking glances at Russia.

What a painfully awful love triangle.

Several hours passed during the meeting. Almost everything but actual work had happened. America had sprouted idiotic ideas, England and France were bantering while France tried to molest England, Greece was dozing off, Germany and Austria looked ready to have an aneurism at the utter lack of professionalism in the room, Italy was talking about pasta, Romano was shouting obscenities after obscenities at a certain Spaniard, and it was nothing short than what usually happened.

By the end of the meeting Russia had a very gleeful smile on his face. It was always amusing to go to the world meetings. He had completely forgotten about the promise he had made to Belarus until he spotted her just outside the double doors of the room. She was tugging on the ends of her hair, smoothing down her dress, checking her jacket pocket, and rocking on the balls of her feet.

"Bela!" he greeted when he was within a foot of her. Her head snapped up quickly and she shorted the space between them. He took a step back when she was a little too close for his comfort.

"What is it that you wished to speak to me about?"

Belarus once again became a bit bashful. She looked around the hall, there were still some other nations littering it. She wished they had all left, she wanted this moment to be between her and her brother. She did not want to share it with a bunch of idiots but she could wait no longer. The ring in her pocket had gotten heavier as the seconds had ticked by. It now felt like several tons weighing her down and it was itching to be brought out and be admired.

Belarus turned back to Russia. Her eyes quickly took in his appearance. His light ash blond hair, uniquely purple eyes, ivory skin, tall build and frame made him beyond perfect. She took a deep breath before she reached into her jacket and looked her brother straight in the eyes.

"Brother marry me!" she exclaimed enthusiastically when she produced the ring from her jacket. Russia had jumped back from the sudden outburst. He blinked his eyes several times before he noticed the ring held out to him. Belarus reached for his hand at his initial bewilderment.

"What?" Nervously he looked away from her and the ring, the familiar feeling of dread creeping up in him. The other nations did not seem to notice or care about them as they continued to chat amongst themselves. For that Russia was relieved. The relief was short lived when Belarus started talking.

"We'll have a big wedding, we can invite everyone!" she exclaimed excitedly, while she wrestled with him to slide the ring on his finger.

"No-"
"We can have it somewhere warm, I know how you always want to vacation somewhere warm," she cut him off. She did not notice the growing discomfort and agitation in Russia's face, voice, and movements.

"You—"

"We should start planning now if we want—" before she could finish her sentence a very angry and irate Russia exploded.

"Belarus!" he shouted suddenly making his little sister shut up along with the remaining countries in the hall. He snatched his hand away from her. His cool and eerily calm demeanor was gone. He was breathing harshly and his eyes were sharp as he stared down Belarus.

"We are not getting married! EVER!"

Belarus stood frozen. Russia had never yelled at her like that before. His whole demeanor screamed furious and slightly disgusted. She stared at him completely shocked. Her icy blue eyes searched for the rare amethyst of her brother but he was avoiding her gaze. Instead he was looking around them now aware of the unwanted attention his outburst had obtained.

He looked embarrassed to have been caught in such a spat. He pushed past the other roughly and tossed over his shoulder for good measure, "Don't follow me! Just leave me alone!"

Belarus stood alone for several seconds still trying to comprehend what had just happened. She looked at the ring still in her hand, maliciously winking up at her. She felt her eyes burn from unshed tears and her throat clench painfully. Ice blue eyes looked up from the ring to see America, France, Lithuania, and a few others looking at her with pity. Reality suddenly came crashing down on her and along with it humiliation. For once in such a very long time, Belarus felt completely exposed and vulnerable. She took several steps back before she fled the scene altogether.


A/N: So my first story uploaded:) I hope it was pretty good and not too short for a first chapter. I have a few chapters already written out for this so expect an update in a couple of days. Thanks for reading!