I Should Have Known Better; The Beatles

America/Belarus

"America, have you been hanging around Russia's little sister again?" Arthur's tone indicated his annoyance and worry as his eyes fell on the younger of the two. The Englishman tried to appear indifferent, but the effort was useless.

The other man just grinned, despite the four red, painful scratches that stood out on the slightly tanned skin of the side of his face. Natalya was cute, sure, but she really did pack a wicked punch.

And he loved it. He loved everything about the scornful, cold, beautiful Slavic.

And he'd be there when she changed her mind about him. Who knows? She might have already. The way she had clawed his face might as well had been a kiss, compared to the countless times he had tried to pull a knife on him.

Yes, it wouldn't be long before she would love him, too.