Hey all! This is my first story on Hetalia and I've only very recently gotten into the franchise but I hope you can enjoy this story :)
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England sat across from her. They were in a small room inside the world meeting building with only a tiny table and two uncomfortable wooden chairs. England shuffled in his chair slightly as he could barely make out the writing on the newspaper with the poor lighting. The lighting needed to be poor so he could frighten her, problem was that she didn't seem afraid of him in the slightest, in fact, she looked bored. She just sat there playing with her nails or her clothes, occasionally sparing a glance up at either him or the room but no longer than a couple of seconds. Did she not realise how serious this was? Either he was losing his touch, very unlikely, or this girl was as brave and crazy as they said, much more likely.
England flung the newspaper across the table at her. "Read it and tell me what you think," he said calmly.
England saw her eyes move across the page after she lazily picked up the paper. "All of it?" She asked.
"No, no, just the title will be adequate," England shook his head. She sighed and dropped the paper back on the table. "I meant aloud," He leaned forward to try and intimidate her, it didn't seem to work though and the look she sent back at him actually made him feel uneasy.
"British journalist shot dead by Belarus police," she said like a school girl being told off.
England felt a flash of anger that she could be so relaxed when speaking of the death of one of his own citizens. "What do you think of it?" He asked, struggling not to reveal how she was making him feel.
"A misunderstanding," she replied.
"What kind of misunderstanding leaves one of my people dead?" England felt his voice begin to rise.
"A terrorist one, he was going to give information to terrorist groups which threatened my dear president," she replied now keeping eye contact for the first time.
"Oh, 'terrorist groups' so that's what you call the opposition, is it?" England slammed his fist on the table.
She hissed and was on her feet in the blink of an eye. She slammed both her palms on the table which made England recoil slightly. "You! After all your years of imperial tyranny, you think you can lecture me about how to treat people! Who are you anyway? You never cared about me, you never even knew I existed, to me you're just a far off country whose time has passed and now you're just America's lackey," she hissed once again and stormed from the room.
"Well that could have gone better," England muttered to himself after a few moments. He grabbed the newspaper so he could work on the crosswords later, or maybe try some of that new strange Sudoku stuff.
England left the room contemplating how best to handle the situation with Belarus. "That sounded painful," a deep German voice said from next to him.
England looked around to find Germany leaning against the wall in his formal attire. "You heard that then?" England asked his friend.
Germany nodded and walked over, England couldn't help but notice how tall Germany was compared to him, then again everyone was tall compared to him. It was a wonder a nation as small as he was could be so strong. "If it helps, I condemn Belarus's actions," Germany said.
"Thanks," England muttered, he knew Germany had no choice but to condemn on England's behalf but it still meant something. They'd had differences in the past but now England was sure he could count on Germany as one of his closest friends.
"So what really happened?" Germany asked.
"I'm still trying to piece it all together," England replied. "But Belarus has murdered one of my people to protect her dictatorship from scrutiny, I'm sure of it, if Russia wasn't protecting her I swear I'd show her a thing or two," England said darkly.
Germany sighed, "I understand your position but Belarus is unstable, both the country and the girl's mind."
"Wait, are you saying I should just do nothing?" England gaped at his friend.
"I'm saying that if you put too much pressure on her, she will snap and Russia doesn't take kindly to those who hurt his family," Germany said calmly.
"I don't have to stand for this bull you bloody kraut!" England released the built up anger he had with Belarus on Germany. "Russia or not, she cannot get away with this!"
"Just don't do anything rash, you're starting to sound like America," Germany said, looking legitimately concerned.
"You're right," England said suddenly snapping back to his gentlemanly demeanor. "It's just difficult to know what to do."
"I know," Germany nodded. "I'm not sure if I should hug you for comfort now."
"Don't," England replied quickly.
"Good, I hate hugging. But you should know that Belarus's time is running out," Germany told him.
"What do you mean?"
"She's the last place in Europe with a dictatorship, Russia and Ukraine may have issues in that sense but Belarus is truly insane. How long can a dictatorship last surrounded by democracies?" Germany said matter of factly.
"I suppose you'd know all about that," England smiled and Germany rolled his eyes. England could never resist taunting Germany about his dark past. "Anyway we should stop talking about this now, there's other stuff going on in the world as well, like what are you doing here anyway?" England suddenly realised that as there were no meetings he was aware of at the moment aside from him and Belarus.
"Actually I'm here to get away from Greece, he keeps asking for money but gets annoyed if I tell him how best to spend it," Germany looked over his shoulder. "He's not here is he?" England shook his head and Germany breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is why I don't get too involved in your little union," England said.
Germany groaned, "This again?"
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Belarus swore loudly as she marched out of the large grey building. She looked over at the flag poles of all nations, her own flag was just one in a sea of different coloured ones while the flag of the UK seemed to fly majestically above the others. That's how he sees me, Belarus snorted, Just another nobody he can push around, I'll show him, I'll really push his buttons and there won't be a thing he can do because he cares what the international courts say about him. Belarus smiled at the idea of England stuttering, red in the face as she walked all over him. Why do I even care? She asked herself, I have more important things to think about. She pulled out a small phone like devise from one of her dress pockets. After pressing a few touch screen buttons a map and large flashing red dot appeared on screen. She chuckled to herself, "I am coming, dearest brother." However when she looked closer at the map it seemed her brother was much closer than expected, in fact it was almost as though…
"Hello sister!" A voice which made every inch of her shiver with excitement.
"My brother! You came to find me, I always feel as though it is me chasing you!" She shrieked with happiness.
Russia stood with that same grin he always had but once Belarus moved to hug him it was replaced by an expression of uncertainty as he tentatively returned her embrace. "I have come to see you for a reason, my sweet sister."
"Marriage?" She asked eagerly and began to bounce up and down on the spot.
Russia gave a nervous laugh and shook his head. "I would like to talk to you about England."
Belarus stopped bouncing and immediately scowled at her brother. "What about him?" She spat.
Russia cringed at her tone slightly. "Once you get to know him, he is not so bad."
Belarus continued to stare down her big brother. "It was not so long ago that you would tell me every day how mean England and his friends were, if they could they'd do to me what they did to poor Korea and brainwash me against you."
"I know but things are different now," Russia said, "we are all friends here."
"I heard England and his friends talking once about how they wanted to hurt you," Belarus protested.
"And I wanted to hurt them," Russia shrugged, "but things are different now, maybe little sister needs to grow up?"
At those words Belarus snapped. "Grow up!?" She shouted.
Russia took several steps backward, holding up his hands in self-defence. "Please I didn't mean it! Just don't hurt me!"
Belarus grabbed her dress and ran off yelling back at her brother. "I could never forgive those who have wronged you, even if you have forgotten it!"