Germany x Belarus

Denied once again. I'm utterly tired of it. THAT IDIOT! Chooses big sister over me...Such an idiot...WHAT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DON'T HAVE?! I don't want to admit it, but I'm crying waterfalls at the moment. All because of big brother, who rejected me one too many times. I WILL KILL THAT BITCH! It's because of her breasts, isn't it? Or maybe because she's older. Or maybe it's because...because...HE HATES ME!

I slammed my hands against the ground, nearly making it crack. Anger and questions flooded my body. Am I not good enough? Am I not pretty? Am I simply hated by my own dear older brother?

"No. I won't accept this...I won't...accept..." I mumbled to myself before I started crying again. This time, much louder than before.

This was much too embarrassing for me. What have I become? I used to be so proud. I had a goal. Now it's all gone.

The door slowly opened and I looked up, my fingers gently touching my knife. I waited for the intruder to show himself. Was it my sister who wanted to rub it in? My brother, wanting me back? Or just another annoyance like Lithuania or America? All of my guesses were wrong. It was Germany. Ludwig Beilschmidt. Someone I've never really talked to.

I stood up slowly, gripping my knife and holding it in front of me. Germany stepped back, looking somewhat shocked yet sincere.

"Natasha, what's wrong?" He asked in a calm voice, lowering his arms from their defensive position.

Why did he call me by my real name? He's planning something, isn't he? Probably sent by brother...

"Leave." I step closer to him with my knife.

"Please, tell me what's wrong." He stepped closer to me, despite him knowing that I have a weapon and I'm ready to use it.

"Why do you want to know?" I stay put, not knowing what to do.

Before I knew it, he had both of his hands around mine, making me drop the knife. My eyes widened as I bent down to get it back, but Germany pulled me up again and looked into my eyes.

"Tell me what's wrong." He said. This time, more sternly, like if he were saying it to Italy or Japan.

"TELL ME WHY YOU WANT TO KNOW!" I screamed in his face, making some of his hair fly back.

"The Axis are trying to have a meeting in the other room. Your loud crying is disturbing it and is scaring Italy. I thought asking about it would make you a bit happier."

Anger bubbled up inside of me. I spun and got out of his grip and quickly grabbed my knife again. "LEAVE!" I screamed.

Germany simply nodded, looking somewhat saddened before he left the room. What was he trying to do? If he just wanted me to be quieter, he would have yelled at me, right?