Belarus did not expect her life to turn out like this.
She had expected that she would be by Big Brother's side forever, that he'd give in to her pleas eventually and marry her, never parting from each other.
Life, however, threw her a curveball. A curveball named "the United States of America".
She did not know how she fell for him. He was loud. He was obnoxious. He could not read the atmosphere to save his life.
And yet, it had happened.
It had started out simple enough. The American started pestering her after World Conferences, asking if he could take her out to lunch somewhere. Every time, Belarus would decline, stalking off to find her brother.
But then, one day, America invited her out to a lunch that his fellow members of the Allies would be at. Which meant Russia would be going.
Not about to pass up on an opportunity to be near Big Brother, Belarus had tagged along, expecting to just sit by Russia the whole time and ignore everyone else.
Life apparently decided the opposite should happen.
America kept talking to her throughout the lunch, constantly trying to pull her into the conversation. At first, Belarus had resisted, giving short, curt answers and resume trying to spend time with Russia. Eventually, however, she found herself fully engaged in conversation with the others, to the point where when Russia announced that he had to leave, she said she would "see him later" and resumed her chat with America. She knew it must have surprised Russia, but he smiled, promised he'd see her later, and left.
After that, Belarus suddenly found herself going out to lunch with America a lot more.
Every World Conference, he would continue to invite her to lunch, whether it was just with him, or with others. Each time, Belarus found herself agreeing, tagging along with him somewhere, and actually having an enjoyable conversation.
Belarus wasn't sure when they graduated from "lunch mates" to "boyfriend and girlfriend". Probably around the time when America spontaneously leaned across the table and kissed her, startling her so much that she reflexively pulled back.
The nation across from her had looked disappointed when she'd done that, but there was also understanding in his eyes, as if he'd been expecting it to happen.
Then she decided to surprise them both by leaning across the table and kissing him herself.
Yeah, it was probably then.
So that was how she found herself in this position now, with her head on America's lap as they watched some superhero movie of his, his fingers gently combing through her platinum hair.
Belarus did not expect her life to turn out like this.
But it was so, so much better.