Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia or the characters Belarus, Norway, Russia, Iceland, China and Hong Kong. Nor do I own Stalking.
Belarus crept silently through the bushes, her icy blue eyes locked on her target. Russia.
Earlier this morning, when Belarus had gone to visit her future husband in Moscow, she found that he had left the house, leaving no indication of where he was headed. Luckily for Belarus, It hadn't snowed since her beloved had left, and she was able to follow his footprints quite easily.
She had caught up to him eventually, ducking behind fauna of all kinds to hide herself. Although she wanted to be married to her brother as soon as possible, she was still curious as to what he was doing, and why he looked so happy without her.
Sure enough, Russia was the very picture of happiness. As grin spreading from ear to ear, his face lit up in child-like joy. Belarus wondered briefly what the sunflower was for before spying a grey-haired boy who she recognised as one of the Nordic countries.
Whilst watching her brother and the north-western European country converse, the Belarusian became aware of a faint rustling noise in the bushes behind her. She turned, and jumped back in surprise when faced with another Nordic country, this one blonde, and wearing a sailor hat and a funning hair clip.
"What are yo-" she began to demand angrily before the unknown country clamped his hand over her mouth and pulled her into the bushes.
"Shhhh," he hissed, "They'll hear us."
Sure enough, Russia, and the grey-haired country had paused their conversation, and were looking over to where Belarus and the blonde Nordic country were hiding. They seemed to think the noise was not worth worrying about, because they continued to converse, walking south-east as they did so.
Annoyed that the hand had not been removed from her mouth, Belarus bit down on it, eliciting a yelp of pain from the blonde man, before pushing his to the ground, and holding her favourite knife, Minsk*, to his neck.
"Who are you?" she hissed, surprised that he wasn't trembling as a lot of other countries seemed to do when threatened by her.
"Norway," he replied emotionlessly, waiting for her to remove the knife from his neck. To his disappointment, it remained stationary.
"And him?" Belarus questioned, pressing the knife slightly harder into Norway's neck, just enough to draw blood. "The country with the grey hair?"
"My brother, Iceland," he answered, slightly irritated. "Please get rid of the knife now".
Belarus complied, but to Norway's annoyance, didn't apologise, and didn't bother to help him up. He didn't press the matter though, if he had been the one to push her down, he wouldn't have apologised either.
"They're headed in the same direction," Belarus observed.
"Russia's going to Hong Kong?" Norway questioned, brushing the dirt off his sailor suit. "I wasn't aware they were friends".
"They aren't," stated Belarus, anger building up like an earthquake inside her. She had forbidden her brother to see that evil man again!
"Russia's going to China! I must hurry, and save him from that horrid man's evil foreign influence!" Belarus announced, tearing off in the direction Russia and Iceland had disappeared.
Norway followed suit, not wanting his dear little brother to get caught in the crossfire.
*Belarus's knife is named after Minsk, the capital of Belarus
A/N This was a funny little idea that popped into my head somehow... Russia and Iceland going to visit their lovers, whilst being stalked by their siblings. I hope you liked!