War on the Inside

by The Lovely Ghost a Broken Doll

Belarus is broken and empty inside. After all those years of loving Russia and never getting anything, she makes a deal that could kill. She allows 2p Russia to take her as his. His sick and twisted mind is rubbing off on the sweet Belarusian and she's fighting herself to keep it inside. With no one there to save her, will she forever be inlove with 2p Russia?

1. Broken

Based on the song, War of Change.

Chapter One

I sat at my desk, waiting for the sound of heavy foot steps to come up the stairs. I hear the door slam, good. He's on time again. "Belarus, come down here!" He shouts. I sigh, put down my pencil and paper and walk to the door that leads from my room to the hallway. I slowly walk down the stairs and I see him sitting in his favorite chair by the fire place. He motions for me to come closer and I walk towards him, keeping my head down.

He pats his lap and a gently sit down on him, still my head was down and I sat up straight. I felt his deep laugh as he pulled me into him, his right arm wrapped possessively around my slim waist with his hand splayed out on my hip while his left hand stroked my long silver-blonde tresses. I felt him lift me up so I now straddled his waist, my hands on his strong chest. "Look at me." He whispered. I slowly let my head rise, looking into his crimson red eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked, my voice holding no emotion. This pleased him and he smirked at me, "Why would I stop you?" I leaned forward and brushed my lips gently across his forehead, down his temple and cheek bones and teasingly across his lips. Before he could kiss me back, I pulled back and started to get up from his lap when I felt him pull me down harshly. "I never said you were dismissed Bela." He chuckled into my ear as he saw my eyes held nothing inside of them. He was happy, happy that I was broken and held nothing left.

"You never said that I couldn't leave." I whispered into his ear, nipping at it. "True, but I still didn't say you could go." He laughed, his hands working behind me to untie my white bow that help my maid smock on. His laugh made shivers run down my spine, made me fear the thought of loosing that sound. He removed my apron and tossed it to the side, working on the buttons at the top of my dress. "See Belarus? I'm so much better than him, I'm much better than your world's Russia." 2p Russia smiled darkly and pushed his mouth onto her's, never letting her speak.

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