Desolate hearts
England and France were fighting, as usual and America was ranting about some stupid global warming hero. Belarus scanned the room from her perch behing Russia, stopping as something cought her eye. Italy was acting like an idiot but Germany despite being mad covered for him and his out burst. Why should Germany care about the likes of Italy? Italy was nothing but trouble to him, at least I try to help Russia. She heard a creaking noise and realize she had been gripping the empty chair that someone had placed a teddy bear on next to her so tightly it was starting to crack. It just was so frustrating.
Hatred had taken over and she lost herself withen its violent urg. Her body moved on its own picking up the surprisingly heavy chair and suddenly sending it flying across the table brisking Italy's head and rendering him unconsious. It stopped, eveything stopped. Many nations yelled "Italy" and rushed over to the fallen country. Prussia also seemed concerned for the teddy bear. Belarus looked at Russia, he seemed awestruck but quickly stood up and said in a harsh tone"Belarus just go home."
Everyone looked up at her with angry expressions. She turned and ran trying to get away from accusing glares
It was cold outside,
it usually was but somehow it caught Belarus off guard. She shivered and continued walking.
"I have become hated by everyone, and big brother seems mad". she continued walking with no destination in mind as a clearing in the woods appeared. Belarus slumped onto the snow covered ground under a dead evergreen tree, she closed her eyes and became one with the bitter cold blizzard. Desperately clinging to the stinging sensation of the snow on her pale frost bitten skin. Until she felt a warm aura and heard soft breathing. "Russia?"Belarus opened her eyes but no one was there...a cruel illusion.