Belarus had lay her head down on the large, round table, her heair pooling about her. She hated world meetings, since they always involved arguing. In the end, she really just wanted to stab them all in the tongue. Especially England and France and America, sine they always started it. It wasn't that she disliked them for them, just them for how they acted with certain countries. She looked over to her brother, Ivan, and saw the childish smile on his face as he sat, watching the Chinese boy across the table. She sighed; Even now, after having finally gotten over him, she still felt pangs of jealousy. Not because she wanted his attention, but because she was his own sister, someoen he'd done horrible things to, and she never once deserved it in his eyes. Yet this country, one didn't even like him, was his centre of attention. She sighed, thinking to herself.
Oh well. I better get used to it. Since I'm not going to stalk him anymore, I'll hardly see him, anyways.
She looked around the room, looking at the faces of evey person in there. She put her head back down, not seeing whoever it was she wanted to.
"Heeeeeeey! Sorry I'm late. " She lifted her head up, having heard the doors open.
Oh, so he's here...
He sat with his brothers, the Nordics, and grinned like always, a silly man. Belarus held a shy smile on her face, happy to see that he was still chipper as ever.
"Very well. Is there any other order of business?" Germany was already irritated, and Belarus had an important announcement to make.
Yes, Belarus. You may speak." She stood from seat, continuously looking down at the table, before getting the nerve to state her sentence.
"The Republic of Belarus would just like to... To notify all countries that we... We uh..." She swallowed the air in her mouth, her hands shaking a little.
"We are no longer on friendly terms with Russia. We fear he will some day attempt to retake the country, and so by not only my boss' choice, but mine as well, we are cutting our ties."
She looked around at the faces, realizing she may have sounded even more insane than usual. One year she's screaming at him to marry her, and the next she's wanting nothing to do with him.
"Is there a... Reason why this information was shared, Belarus?"
"Da. Our country has always been close in relation with the Communists, and realize that a big fear of our's is being taken over by Russia. I would like to point that out in case the UN ever wonders why Belarus may have become a part of the Communists." She sat back down, looking around, and realized that he smiled even more. Russia didn't have his smile, neither did ukraine. America was beaming with happiness... But he smiled at her. As she looked at him, he smiled at her. Her heart fluttered.
A hand fell on her shoulder, and she turned around, her hand filled with blades. You couldn't touch Belarus: She'd rip out your throat. But she thrust her hands behind her back, as soon as she saw who had wanted her.
"Ye did a good job today, Nat!" He grinned even wider, and she could smell the beer on his breath.
"Spasibo, Jeg." She managed to say, her throat closing in on itself. His smile was captiviating... So happy and full of his personality. But she could hardly bring herself to do one naturally.
"No problem! Oh, ye were smilin' when I came in today. Ye should do that more often!"
He walked away after giving her a friendly wave, and she continued walking out the doors to the long walk home.
He saw me smile? I should do it more often? What does that mean? She asked herself, biting her bottom lip as she felt the lingering touch of his hand on her shoulder.