"You know you're my world, right?"
Belarus looks up from her book, staring up at her boyfriend. She is currently lying on America's couch, head resting in his lap. "You do realize that's one of the most cliché things I've ever heard you say, right?"
America pouts, but Belarus can see the sparkle of amusement in his eyes. "Doesn't stop it from being true, Bel."
Belarus blushes lightly, looking back at her book as he combs his fingers through her hair. "Whatever."
The superpower presses a kiss to her forehead, causing her to look up at him again. "Why do you have to shove away my attempts to be romantic?"
"Because they're like the things you'd find in overly cliché, bad romance novels," Belarus states bluntly.
"I figured you'd like that," America replies, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "After all, isn't that your favorite thing to read?"
Blushing hotly, Belarus whacks the North American nation with her book.
"Ow!"
"You deserved that," she replies, tossing the novel aside.
America shrugs, grinning. "Maybe. But like what I said earlier, it doesn't stop it from being true."
"I really hate you sometimes."
"I love you, too, Bel."
Belarus sighs, sitting up so she and America are now face-to-face. "I have no idea why I love you. You're so… so…"
"Handsome, intelligent, and charming?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of stupid, loud-mouthed, and annoying."
"Geez, Bel. Are you always this nice?"
Belarus cracks a smile at that, a sight which America knows is rare and treasures every time he sees it. "You should know; you're dating me."
"And that's why I'm the luckiest man in the world."
Blushing, Belarus pulls him closer, pressing her lips to his. "You're my world."
"Oh, now who's being cliché?"
"Shut up, idiot American."