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The Kievan Rus
Chapter 1
Cold-Hearted
Belarus
"She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fibre of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing."
- Unknown
Natalya had always been a mystery to predict. Unpredictable, they'd say, and shake their heads. No one could ever tell what she was feeling, could tell how she'd react to something, and most of the time, she'd always react the way no one would expect. People gave up long ago trying to understand her, what rhythm her heart beat to, and let her be.
Her world was a hurricane
Some days, she was meek and silent. She'd curl up in her room and cry herself to sleep, communicate with only nods and shrugs, and internally break inside over and over.
Other days, she was brash and loud. She'd go out in public, do what she wanted, when she wanted, would yell as loudly as she felt like, and say whatever she felt like saying. She'd externally break over and over again, and even when someone could clearly see it, they never said a word.
When she tried to act normal, people got confused. Her guise was always too see through, they'd tell her that she was acting fake, flakey, the list went on and on, but when she acted how she felt they told her that she was a freak. A psycho. She tried to conform, but when she put on that mask, it was either too much of one thing or too little of another, and she was sick and tired to being told so.
Her relationships with people were just as fickle and capricious. The people she loved the most were the people that she had the most strained relationships with and were the people that she got the most self-conscious with, and she tended to be more open with the people she liked least because she didn't care of what they thought of her. There was no middle ground, everything was either black and white, in bolded print, or nothing.
The reality of it was that she wanted to be loved for who she was, but she also wanted to be normal, and people had made it clear that who she was was unlovable. The whole world was out there, and she seemed approval from every corner of it, but when one corner rejected her, she'd turn from it. It hurt. Constant rejection hurt.
Unpredictable was the one adjective she'd never dispute about when it came to her.
Even she agreed with it.
She was unpredictable.
She was predictably unpredictable.
A paradox, her mother, the late Kievan Rus, would call it, a statement that contradicts itself, and when deciphered definition by definition, makes even less sense, but when used verbally makes perfect sense in someone's head. The sentence itself was a liar's paradox. It was like that sentence pair where the first sentence says that the following statement is true, but the following statement says that the preceding statement was false.
Confusing.
Another word that people called her.
People called her so many things, and none her name. Natasha. They'd call her a psycho, insane, maniac, stalker, and numerous other things, none too kind. Belarus, if she was lucky, which she rarely was. No one but her siblings called her Natalya, her preferred name, and they were required by default. It hurt.
But she lived with it.
"She is a paradox. She is faithful and yet detached. She is committed and yet relaxed. She loves everyone, and yet no one. She is sociable but also a loner. She is gentle and yet tough. She is passionate but can also be platonic. In short, she is predictable in her unpredictability."
- Unknown
A/N: This is the first chapter of a three-shot story featuring Belarus, Russia, and Ukraine, and each chapter will focus on one of the siblings of the Kievan Rus family. (Russia, Ukraine, Belarus) This one focuses on Belarus. (As you can clearly tell.) Also, in this story, I will probably mention someone named Kievan Rus on more than one occasion because a personal head canon of mine is that Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus had her as a mother figure when they were really little, but like the rest of the ancients, she faded away a very long time ago. I will probably mention her in the near future, but she will not be featured as a prominent character. Anyway, thanks for reading this, and I hope you liked it! Also, don't be afraid to send me a review. I don't bite, I promise! Ciao!