Breathe Me
Belarus had been alone for so long she knew of no other way, really. Her brother had left her out in the cold so often; she was starting to see that they would never be together, no matter how much she wanted him. Inside she felt like ice, she felt like she'd never be warm again…except, except for when Lithuania pestered her. That's what it was, pestering, nothing more, but still it was a distraction, and it made her feel less alone. He made something inside of her spark back to life, well to be truthful: he also made her want to break things, preferably his fingers.
"Natalia, where are you, you know I get lost here." Lithuania called from somewhere in the house. Big Brother's house was big, to be sure, but Toris had been visiting for some while now. He should be able to find his way, idiot. "Here I am, Toris, idiot, you should be better at this by now." came her answering taunt. "Sorry, it's just so…so massive, I thought I would do better this time." He said sorrowfully. Jesus, Natalia, he is the only one who is nice to you why must you be nasty to him she berated herself. Not that she would apologize, that was never going to happen.
"What do you want anyways?" Natalia asked, albeit with a softer tone. "I just thought maybe you would like to go to lunch?" he asked as he finally rounded the correct corner. She took him in, tall, nice hair, handsome in his own right; not bad. No one would ever compare to Big Brother of course, but he was…acceptable. What was she thinking, Toris was only asking out of pity. "No, I wouldn't like lunch; I have plans with a few friends." She lied, and he knew she was lying; the look of pity and something else overwhelmed her. "Leave. Me. Alone." She bit out before she fled down the hallway and into her room. Alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone. It was all she could think, she was meant to be alone, and if her brother did not want her why would anyone else?
Sitting on her bed, Natalia opened her night table drawer and drew out her best silver knife. Holding it closely she rolled up her sleeve and looked at the past that was mapped out on her arms. It had been so long, long enough that the marks had faded to almost nothing. Hissing as she dragged the knife across Belarus dropped the knife and grabbed her dress to cover up the blood. "Глупый, я так глупо, Никто не заботится, то почему бы это?" she whispered. No one cares, no one cares, no one cares, while would they, why, why?
A/N
First fic for the fandom so please be gentle?
Translation is loosely - "Stupid, I'm so stupid, no one cares, why would they?" but that is according to google so if I am wrong you have my many apologies.
Un-beta'd!
This is all for now, but I won't call it a one shot as I might write more.