Chapter 2 (part 1)

AN: Thank you SO SO SO much for all the reviews. You guys are the ones who keep me going, really!

Also, I wrote a humorous second part to this chapter. You may skip that if you would like. I followed one of you guy's advice, and I'm going to add Russia in soon (nest chapter), and make sure he gets jealous. I'll try to make it as original as I can and not follow the 'Russia now wants to marry Belarus' pattern everyone seems to be following.

Anyway, the humorous second part of this chapter will be up VERY soon, considering I have written 3/4 of it.

Enjoy~

P.S- This chapter (near the end) may SEEM to start becoming a lemon/smut, but it's not. I promise.
So, I would rate this chapter T or heavy T

~ America POV~

Natalia would always have the same routine-

Whenever I would bring her home, I would lay her on my couch, give her a pillow and soft blanket, and she would drift off to sleep. I would then go to my room upstairs and go to sleep. Around 4:00am or so, she would have a night terror. I would wake up, sprint down the stairs, and wrap her up in my arms and tell her everything is ok, as she cried herself back to sleep. I would usually fall asleep a few minutes after she did.

Then, every morning, I would wake up laying on the couch, arms wrapped around what was a person, but now nothing, only air. The blanket I gave her is now draped over me, and Natalia has left without a trace.

This frustrating pattern continued, until one day, after calming down Natalia and causing her to go back to sleep, I woke up early.

I saw her as she got out from my arms and up from the couch. I kept one eye closed and one open, so she would think I was still sleeping. Natalia got up, and brushed off her dress (she would wear it to bed, because she only had that one article of clothing). She then lifted her dress to see if all her knives were in her garterbelt. Seeing that one was indeed missing, she crouched on the carpet floor and looked under the couch I was currently 'sleeping' on. Smiling, she picked up the lost knife and placed it back in its holster attached to her garterbelt. She then picked up the blanket that was now a crumpled heap on the floor, and placed it over my bare chest. The blanket was just long enough to cover my boxers and my bare legs, but my feet stuck out. She then gently lifted my head up (at this pointed I closed both my eyes) and fluffed the pillow, placing my head gently back down. Then she did something remarkable.

And I was glad my eyes were still closed.

She removed my glasses (I heard the soft 'click' as she plunked them on the coffee table near me) Then, her hands wrapped around my face, brushing a few strands of my hair out of my face, and her thumbs started to rub my cheeks slowly, soothingly, and gently. She then reached down and placed a kiss on my forehead, lingering afterward, whispering a small 'thank you'. She got up and headed toward my front door.

~Belarus POV~

I placed my hand on the cold doorknob, turning it, but I suddenly felt two muscular arms wrap around me, and a head rest on my shoulder. A let a small gasp escape my lips.

"Please don't leave." The voice of my hero rang in my ears.

"Please. You can't go back out there." He repeated, sounding sad, almost desperate.

I closed my eyes and removed my hand from the doorknob, and the tears began spilling from my eyes.

I felt so... loved.
So wanted.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Yes, I will stay with you, Alfred." I turned, looking into his bright blue eyes, full of absolute love and joy.

Who am I to deserve this- A hero who swept me off my feet and treated me like a was some sort of... fallen angel?

I deserved none of this, yet... he made me feel like I did. America grasped my hand gently, kneeling down on the ground, placing a light kiss on my knuckles, stood up, and lead me upstairs.

My face quickly was covered in a blush. I started pulling back slightly. He wouldn't really...

My fears were released when he looked back and gave me a calm, reassuring smile.

He slowly opened the door to his room, walking over to the king sized bed, lifting the silky white sheets so I could crawl in. Gladly accepting, I slipped under, shivering slightly from lack of warmth that was held in them. He crawled in after, carefully wrapping his arms around my thin frame, warming me up. He nuzzled his face in my hair calmly.

I just felt so... safe, so loved, so protected.

All thoughts of having to face Russia in the morning yet again slipped my mind.

And, for the first time in forever, ((AN: No, not a Frozen reference)) I had a restful night sleep.