Hetalia. Nope, still not mine.
Lithuania stared at the ring in his hands. It was plain white gold but still very beautiful. It was the ring Belarus was going to give Russia. In her haste to get away from everyone's prying eyes she had dropped it. Lithuania's heart clenched when he thought of how completely and utterly devastated Belarus had looked when Russia had ripped his hand from hers and shouted at her. Even worse was her face when she realized she was the center of attention of so many that had witnessed her painful rejection.
That had been over a week ago but it was still on his mind. He wondered if Belarus was okay. He glared hatefully at the ring. He should just throw the offending piece of jewelry out. His glare melted away with a sighed before he pocketed it. There was a chance Belarus would want it back. Lithuania did not want to be on her bad side even more than he already was. It would be best to return it. In all honesty, he had been planning to do so all along.
After he had picked up the gold band he had intended to run after the Belarusian woman but a call from his boss stopped him. Urgent matters had him flying home immediately, but his mind had been plagued with Belarus and the ring.
After filling out piles of paper work and attending important meetings the Lithuanian finally had time to drop by Belarus'. While he was happy to visit the platinum blond he was also a bit apprehensive about what would result in his visit. Lithuania ever the optimist hoped she would thank him and maybe he could get a date too. It was over reaching reality but it was Lithuania.
Lithuania bundled up in warm clothes and began his journey. Winter in their parts was not forgiving. When he finally reached his destination he thought it good luck that he spotted Belarus right away. She was on the walkway to her house. He lightly ran toward her, careful not to slip on the ice present on the concrete.
"Miss Belarus!" he shouted to get her attention. When she turned toward him, the brown haired man had to stifle a gasp. Belarus had deep purple bags under her eyes, her hair was unkempt, her face was so extremely pale that it was almost transparent, and her movements were almost sluggish. She even looked to be having trouble holding onto the bag of groceries in her arms.
"Go away," she told him once he was next to her.
"Hello Miss Belarus," he greeted politely ignoring her callousness. He was quiet immune to it after many years of having it directed at him, "I have something to give you."
She raised a brow at him but shifted the bag to her left arm and stuck out her hand toward him, palm face up. "Well, what is it?" she sneered hoping it wasn't another ridiculous formal invitation for another date. She thought he would have understood that she was not in the least bit interested when she broke his fingers on their one 'date'.
Lithuania hesitated not sure if he really should give her back the ring just yet. Even after just seeing her, it was painfully obvious she was still fighting the heartbreak from the week before. Belarus had sustained other rejections from Russia but none quiet so brutally honest. Lithuania supposed Belarus took them as tests of her love for Russia rather than real denying of her feelings. Anyway, the brunette was not sure what would happen if he did show her the ring.
"Well?" Belarus pressed.
"Uh, I-I think I'll come back later, when you're feeling better," he said looking at the floor. Belarus felt annoyance well up in her. Lithuania was wasting her time, not to mention she didn't feel like being in his company in the first place. If he didn't give her whatever it was he wanted to give her, he would use it as an excuse to drop by again. That was not something she wanted.
"For the—just give me what you came here to give me!"
Lithuania jumped at the sudden rise in volume in her voice. From many years of forced servitude to Russia, a direct command like that had him holding the ring out to her involuntarily.
Belarus dropped her bag of groceries once she saw it. It was still very shiny and seeking of attention as it had been when she had last seen it. She knew she had dropped the ring but doubted she would have seen it again. The Belarusian was sure that a janitor at the building must've found it and sold it or pawned it off. Quickly, she snatched it out of the Lithuanian's hand.
"Why do you have it?!" she demanded looking him dead in the eyes.
"Y-you d-dropped i-it," he stuttered under her deadly gaze and razor sharp tone, "I-I thought you m-might want it b-back."
"Want it back?" she asked almost hysterically as she relived her rejection. "How could you, what made—"
Her mind was a jumbled mess of words and fears; she could barely make a coherent sentence. Belarus could feel a sting behind her eyes. A familiar sting that had plagued her all week long while she holed herself up in her house, but she blinked it back as best as she could. The privacy of her room was the only place she would allow herself to cry.
She hated being rendered at a loss with nowhere to hide. It just had to be Lithuania to see her in such a state too. He was, without a doubt, the weakest man she had met. Insult to injury. Before she could fall apart further the platinum blond snatched the ring back and began to storm off.
"M-miss Belarus!" Lithuania called concerned at the broken look that was beginning to form on his crush's face. The young woman in question did not turn around too ashamed at the emotions clearly displayed her usually stoic exterior.
She was Belarus, she did not cry in public.
The brown haired man did not know what overcame him but he reached out for one of Belarus' arms. He caught hold of it just below the elbow. It effectively stopped the woman but her whole body had tensed up.
"Miss Belarus, please—" he paused, please what? What did he want from Belarus? Please talk to me? Please forget Russia? Please look at me for once?
Before he could voice any of the various thoughts running through his head, Belarus had violently ripped her arm from his grasp. The force combined with the extremely slippery ice was enough to throw the woman back. In horror Lithuania watched the blurred fall of skirts, pale blond hair, and flailing arms before Belarus landed flat on her back on the icy concrete. A heartbeat or two later the brunette realized she was not getting back up.
"Miss Belarus!"
Lithuania scrambled to the unconscious woman's side. He dropped to his knees worry etched deeply in his green eyes. He quickly checked her over making sure nothing had been broken before pushing her hair away from her face. At that moment he could not help but admire the ethereal beauty she was with her expression not marred in anger or heartbreak.
She was comparable to an angel even with the physical signs of exhaustion. Shaking his head of the thoughts, Lithuania gently picked his unrequited love's head off the ground. Gently, he prodded the back of Belarus' head feeling for any bumps or other injury. He froze when he felt some sort of warm liquid.
Lithuania paled when the stench of copper filled the air and the steady sound of 'drip, drip,drip' lead him to a small puddle of blood where Belarus' head had been.
A/N: First thing first: Thankyou to everyone who favorited and/or reviewed! It seriously made my day when I checked my email. I even breathed a sigh of relief:) Thanks for giving this story a chance lol.
So chapter two! How was it? I was going to post this yesterday but it was pretty crazy yesterday so I didn't have time. This may be short but its part one of two. Expect the second part to be about the same length. The chapters won't be long until chapter 4 just incase you were wondering...
