Title: Who Waits Forever Anyway?
Characters/Pairings: America, Belarus (implied one-sided America/Belarus and Belarus/Russia)
Rating: K+
Summary: AU; Ice-cold chick waits for equally cold bar manager while drinking martinis. Warm and cheery bartender waits with her, serving up drink after drink. She claims she can wait forever. But who waits forever anyway?
Warning: OOC characters and plot
AN: written for the prompt: Who waits forever anyway? Human names used. (This is just a short drabble. I think I wrote this under 30 minutes lol.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.


Ice-cold chick can't stand warm and cheery bartender.

He's, well, too happy for her tastes. And besides, he always seems out of the loop, like he does not care about anything that happens around him if it does not directly involve himself. He's obnoxious and extremely naïve, and she does not have the patience for such people.

But she has to bear with him if she wants to see her dashing bar manager.

"So Alfred," she asks the cheeky bartender while stirring her martini, "when's Ivan coming?"

"Oh I don't know, Natalya." he replies while wiping the counter. (He wants to tell her that the manager hides underneath his table and never ventures out whenever she's around but that knife tucked to her waistband is gleaming dangerously and maybe shutting up is nice once in a while.)

She shoots him a glare while sipping her drink (a look so icy he wonders why her drink hasn't freeze yet) as if she can read his mind and he raises his hand in mock surrender, a sheepish grin on his face.

She hands him her empty glass and he begins making her another drink.

"So," he asks nonchalantly, "how long are you gonna wait for Ivan?"

"I can wait forever for him!" she replies fiercely before realizing that maybe she read too much into his question.

"Woah! Chill." he replies with a laugh. He hands her another martini, an eyebrow raised quizzically at her. "Besides, who waits forever anyway?"

"I do." She wants to reply. Instead, she drains her drink, faster than before, then stands up and slaps a wad of cash on the counter. "Tell Ivan I came. And I'm coming back tomorrow."

He gives her a mock salute. She gives him another icy glare in return. Then she leaves, high heels echoing loudly in the now-empty bar.

She wonders about the faint murmur she hears as she nears the exit; it must be the wind.

(He takes the glass and the money she left behind, eyes never leaving her retreating figure. He wonders if she hears him as he whispers to himself: "I can wait forever too, you know.")

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