Note: It is the second chapter now, I know it has been a day since I posted the first chapter but I have a lot of free time on my hands so this story could be completed a lot faster than I expected. Now let us get on with the story, expect more humor in later chapters, I already have the plotline planned out in my mind, I just need to put it in story form.
Disclaimer: It was already said in Chapter 1 so I won't bother saying it again; take a look before continuing on in this chapter.
The next day Belarus gotten out of bed, changed out of her pajamas into her usual dress, ate some breakfast, then immediately went to England's house.
England was sitting in at his desk enjoying a nice cup of tea, unaware that the scones he is making for America is going to catch on fire in his oven. He heard a knock on his front door then said, "Yes, I'm coming." He approached his front window to see who was on his porch. He expected to see that either America had come to visit or France has come trying to molest him, again. He was surprised with fear that it was the demon spawn Belarus, he immediately moved away from the window wondering if Russia had sent her to kill him or make him one with Russia. He took a deep breath, went towards the door, and opened it slowly.
"Why g-g-good m-m-morning, Belarus," he stuttered with fear in his voice. "What are you doing here, it's not like you to visit me."
Belarus stood there, giving him a glare, then said, "I need you to assist me in something that only you are capable of. Can I come inside please?"
"Alright, I guess if it is something you want and not Russia I'll help," England said with slight relief in his voice. England lets her inside and she looks around. "You have a nice home," Belarus said.
England was very delighted with the compliment and replied, "Why thank you, I took the time to remodel my house after dealing with Germany's bombings back in World War II, I have to admit that I had no idea that the damage would be very severe and-"
"Why does it smell like something's burning in here?" Belarus immediately interrupted after taking a few sniffs.
"ACK, MY SCONES, I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THEM!" England ran towards the kitchen with a fire extinguisher.
After putting out the oven fire, England walked out with a tray of his burnt scones. "Well that was a close one, I was sure my scones would have been destroyed, I know these are for America but please, feel free to try one."
Belarus, with a disgusted look, said, "I'd rather slit my own throat with my knife than eat your poisonous cooking."
England, now depressed, said, "Well fine, just tell me what you need me for."
"I need you to use your magic to make Russia fall in love with me," Belarus said in a demanding voice. "Or else!" She immediately put her knife close to England's throat.
Now fearing for his life, England said, "I see now why you only came to me, but there is no such spell for me to perform on Russia to make him fall in love with you." Belarus put the knife closer to the artery in his neck. "B-b-but there is a recipe for a love potion that I have in my potions book!"
Belarus took the knife away from England's neck, surprised on what she just heard. She asked, "A love potion, are the effects permanent?" England replied, "Well, no, there is an antidote for it but only I know it and no one else so we don't have to worry about that." Belarus smiled a little, thinking to herself, "This could be very interesting." She wiped the smile off her face and asked, "Is there anything I need to give you for this potion to work?"
England said, "Well, I only require a few strands of your hair." Belarus immediately used her knife to cut some of her hair and gave the pieces of hair to England. He examined the hair then said, "Excellent, oh, and there is one other thing I need you to do if this deal is going to work out." Belarus glared at him and asked, "What else do need me to do?" England cleared his throat and said, "Can you, for the rest of the month, keep a certain perverted, wine-drinking, frog away from my house!" Belarus sighed and replied, "Fine, besides, me and my friends already deals with all three of the Bad Touch Trio." England shuddered and said, "Oh, right, your trio…"
"So how long will this take?" Belarus said as she was leaving England's house.
"It will take me one day so come back tomorrow." England said with a smile on his face.
"It better work or you will suffer severely," she threatened.
"I-I-I b-b-better start right now." England slammed the door after stuttering those words.
Belarus was about to walk home when she heard her phone ring; she took out the purple phone with a mini Russia strap on it and answered it.
"Hello, who is this?" Belarus asked.
The voice replied, "It's me, where are you, you were supposed to meet us at the mall half an hour ago."
"Oh, right, sorry Hungary, I had some business to take care of, I'll explain it to you and Liechtenstein when I get there okay" Belarus apologized.
Belarus hung up her phone and went straight to the mall to hang out with her friends and go shopping like she does every week. "I wonder how the other girls will take the news of my new plan," she thought to herself.
Note: Okay, chapter two is finished; I think this chapter answers the question of why the story title is "Belarus and The Love Potion" if you hadn't figured it out already. It's is likely I'll post up chapter three on the same day I posted this chapter up, considering that I have lots of free time. So next chapter will explain why Belarus is friends with Hungary and Liechtenstein.