disclaimer: no owney.
dedication: a drawing binge.
notes1: this spawned from a picture of belarus I drew…not showing it because it's ugly.
summary: All she wanted was to be together with Russia, forever.
pairing: one-sided belarusrussia.
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She remembered that day.
She remembered the day when they took her away from her precious Ivan.
And she hated it.
"Ivan!" she shouted, kicking and screaming in the arms of her new advisor. "Ivan-chan!" She was only eight, a tiny little thing.
Russia — was that his name now? — stood there, looking out at her, eyes wide.
"Natalia!" he called, reaching out to her. "Natalia!" His new advisor took ahold of him and held him back. He struggled, reaching out to his sisters.
Belarus's fists shook in anger, her nails biting into her palms.
"Why?" she asked out loud, to no one in particular. "Why must we be destined to be separate?"
And she cried.
Because was it so bad a wish to stay with the one I adored?
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ending note: was it good? bad? thoughts?