Hi,

This is my first Hetalia fic and I'm kind of nervous, I don't know if my stories will be good. Please do review and give advice. Constructive criticism is welcome with open arms as long as there's no flames. Thank you!

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I don't own Hetalia...

The feeling of emptiness

Chapter 1

'Big brother! Big brother!' Belarus practically sprinted into her beloved brother's house. She gazed around wildly, her hair sticking up in the most unlikely of places…she had a glint in her eyes, a very determined glint. Here was another day to meet her big brother and take in his beautiful appearance. She could just stare at him all day, he was that handsome and he was also very strong…so very strong…

Belarus wanted her big brother and she knew that he wanted her too. After all he always called her very pretty and boasted about her appearance to others. She loved it when she would hear her big brother talking about her from behind the trees or bushes…not that she happened to be there on purpose or anything. It's not like she stalked her big brother everywhere or anything…

Snapping out of her thoughts, Belarus shook her head. She remembered why she was here again and began her search around the house, not hiding the fact that she was here.

'Big brother!' she yelled. Peering through the living room and the kitchen she wondered where he could be. Her eyes suddenly lit up at a thought and she ran to his bedroom. There she saw an object shaking under a bundle of blankets letting out muffled cries, making her grin.

'Go away! I don't want to marry you!' Belarus smirked and slowly made her way to the bundle of blankets. She reached out her right arm towards them.

'I know you're there big brother,' she chuckled. She practically tore the blankets off the weeping Russia and enveloped him in a choking death embrace. 'Marry me big brother…marry me…' Russia had enough of this. It was time to tell her facts straight to her face.

'No!' the big country spluttered. Slowly he pried Belarus's hands away from him and she looked at him strangely. 'I don't want to marry you!' he said firmly. Deeply inside he cringed at the thought of her reaction. Maybe she'd spare him…

'I understand…' she whispered softly, making Russia grow wide eyed. She understands? He thought excitedly. This would make his job a lot easier. He let out a sigh of relief.

'Oh little sister…I'm glad you do…' he hummed. She understood! He could jump for joy and shout it out to the world, he was that relieved.

'Yes...' she whispered. Suddenly the evil glint in her eyes grew brighter and a huge Cheshire grin spread across her features. 'You want to be one with me first!' with that she pounced onto her brother, not giving him any time to react. He yelped as his back painfully met the wooden surface of the floor and he cringed at the thought of the bruise that was going to be left there. Belarus loomed over him, slowly and sensually licking her lips; as if she was teasing the crying man beneath her.

'Get off!' he cried. He wasn't ready for this, not with his Belarus anyway, she was a sister to him. That was disgusting. She hushed him, placing her petite finger onto his pale, thin lips and gliding it over the top. 'Go away!' he tried once again. Of course she hadn't understood what he meant, when did she ever?

'Before we do this big brother I have something to tell you…' she whispered softly, not knowing her brother was too busy struggling then listening.

She was about to let the words out when a voice suddenly roared,' NATALIA! GET OFF ME!'

She jumped up in surprise and Russia picked himself up. Russia had never voiced her real name, never…

'Oh, big brother. This is so delightful,' she giggled. He said her name. It meant that Russia has to feel the same way! 'I have something important to tell you-'

'And I to you,' Russia growled grabbing her onto arms hard making her wince. 'Stay away from me.' He said coldly. 'I could have tolerated your behaviour before but this it too much. Never would I have ever thought you were low enough to force yourself upon me… that makes you nothing less of a-' his voice quietened dangerously, 'whore…' With that he grabbed his white scarf which had been knocked off during Belarus's harassment and took his leave. He stopped by the door and glared at the shocked country. 'I expect you to be gone by the time I return.' With that he left, slamming the door behind him.

Belarus sank onto the floor, digesting what had just happened. When in finally sank in she placed her arms on her knees and her head in her hands. She sobbed, softly at first but after each one escaped her lips they grew louder and louder. She rocked herself back and forth in an attempt to comfort herself but that only reminded her of the times Russia held her in his strong arms making her sob even harder.

'My brother. Oh my big brother…don't leave me!' she cried. She gasped and took in a deep breath sobbing even more. 'Please don't leave me. Don't leave me brother.' She clawed at her hair, tearing clumps from their roots. 'It's not fair,' she sobbed. 'Ivan…I love you…' she confessed, tears rolling down her eyes. She spoke the words ever so softly, the sincerity emanating through them.

She wished that the floor would just swallow her up or that the death reaper would come take her soul. She suddenly felt so alone…like there was no one else in the world left that would appreciate her. She felt alone….she felt empty. Her heart had torn in two by his words. She was so naïve. How could she think that her brother loved her back? How could she?

Finally, her cries ended and she laid her head down, it hurt like hell…picking herself up from the floor she sniffled and held her head up. Glancing at the mirror above the vanity she saw the emptiness in her eyes and smiled sadly. Russia may not know it…but he had changed Belarus, not just her personality, but her whole being. She had changed in the space of ten minutes from Belarus the stalker to Belarus the…forever loner…

So...what do you think? Please review.

-SilentSicarius