Chapter 2: Lost in the Mist

Belarus leaned up against a tree standing at the side of the path. It was almost pitch black outside, a chilly fog nipped at her ankles. A long, shaky sigh escaped her mouth.

Just earlier she had visited Scotland's house to 'get even'. Sadly it didn't turn out the way she had planned, and she had left in too much of a hurry to grab a coat. Her wrist stung with pain. And she didn't have her knives. Slowly she slid down to the ground and shivered. Now her cloths were damp from the freezing fog as it clung to her. She needed some time to unscramble her feelings.

Before now she had felt pure anger towards the red-headed country for breaking her wrist, messing up her plans to kill him and trying to seduce her. But now she wasn't sure what she felt. No one had ever told her they loved her before. But it was from Scotland so it didn't matter.

She felt confused and exhuasted. Then she shook herself off, and slowly stood up. Her trembling hands patted off the dirt on her dress and then she looked up at the trees. Now it had become pitch black, and odd sounds came from the dark and mysterious woods.

She walked on and on down the little path. It felt longer much than before. Mist hung thickly in the air, so much so that she could no longer see if she had accidentally strayed off the small dirt path, and so she wandered helplessly through the dark forest. Her whole body ached from the bruises and the harsh, frigid air. She felt fatigued from the long trip, the visit to Scotland, the fighting, and the long walk in the freezing cold.

"Where the hell am I?"

She leaned up against a nearby tree, and ran a hand through her hair. She shut her eyes, but remembered that she had her phone in her pocket, so she quickly took it out and looked at the time. 12:34 am. It was already half past midnight. She dialed Russia's number and waited for him to pick up. Her hands were shaking and she was shivering all over. No answer. She tried again, but no luck.

"Curse this damn phone! Brother Russia pick up!" she yelled into the darkness.

There was utter silence around her. She took deep breaths of the frigid air, trying to stave off the feeling of exhaustion. She looked at her phone again.

"No way am I calling him. That red-headed brute can go jump off a cliff for all I care."

Curse her head! His face filled her thoughts. His emerald eyes, his messy scarlet red hair. The way he held her close to him, his warm kisses. She was surprised with her thoughts, and disgusted. Before she was absorbed into her thoughts she shook herself off quickly and decided she would try Lithuania's number. He would run to her side in a heart beat. She tried his number, but like Russia's there was no answer. She swore under her breath. Now she could at least see the stars. She would have tried Ukraine, if she could magically afford a phone. So instead of fretting about it, she just walked along looking for the small dirt path.

Now Belarus ached all over from the cold walk. Her wrist was now purple and black form Scotland's iron grip, and her nose began to run. Now she was feeling pretty hopeless. She took her phone and began to dial the person she never would ask help from. Well, never unless she was in this situation. She remembered leaving there in a huff, and she knew he probably wouldn't pick up. It wasn't often that she admitted defeat, but she decided that she would swallow her pride, and ask, or else she would freeze to death. She heard the ringing stop and Scotland's voice over the phone.

"What the Hell do ya want?" He huffed into the phone. He had actually picked up!

She was surprised and didn't say anything back for a second. Shivers ran up and down her spine, and she shook violently. She cleared her throat and spoke into the phone, trying not to let her voice shake.

"Hello, this i-is Belarus… I think I'm lost after trying to walk to the main road after I left. I was wondering if you could come maybe find me. I mean I d-don't' need your help, i-it would just be convenient if-"

Nothing. Was the damn guy even listening? She heard the phone hang up. She stood there with her phone still to her ear. For a moment she stood, alone, in the damp, cold, feezing cold, in a creepy forest.

"I'm going to KILL that son of a Bitch! Who does he think he is? He can't just LEAVE me out here!"

Her foot hit hard on a nearby tree. She just began punching it until her good hand hurt. Her breath came unsteadily in between shivers."I mean, I'm not asking for a prince charming..."

After a while of just leaning against a tree she slid down to the ground and wrapped her arms tightly around her knees. She felt defeated, and helpless. She shut her eyes tightley, letting sleep fall over her. Her breathing softened as the forest sounds and smells enveloped her.

Scotland was pacing around his room, a new cigarette between his fingers. He took a deep breath of the smoke and exhaled it in little puffs. He kept angrily stomping back and forth. He always had a cigarette on hand, especially when his temper flared up. He took another drag at the cigarette and fell backwards onto the bed. Slowly he exhaled the smoke and closed his eyes. He put his hand on his face and rubbed his temples, trying to sooth a migrane.

"Belarus had some nerve to come here and try and kill me. What a Bitch." he said exasperatedly.

He snuffed out his cigarette in the palm of his hand. Why did she have to be so attractive, especially when she was trying to kill him? He ran his hand through his messy red hair, and scoffed. He could go to the pub and find some other blonde to play with. He got up off his bed and threw a final punch at the wall. He lit another cigarette and walked into his office. It was a mess, what with all the fighting that had gone on. He began picking up papers off the floor and put them on the desk. Then he picked up the knives she had dropped on the floor, and shoved them in a drawer in his desk. He pulled out the knife that Belarus had stabbed into his desk. He opened the desk drawer and tossed it in with the others. He sat in his chair and put his legs onto the desk. Slowly he took another deep breath of the smoke and exhaled it as he began to close his eyes. He leaned back his head, and had just gotten comfirtable when he heard his cell phone ringing on the desk. He frustratedly leaned forward and grabbed his phone. He didn't bother looking at who was calling; he just needed to vent his anger.

"What the hell do you want?" he answered grumpily.

The phone was silent. Then he heard someone clear their throat.

"Hello, this i-is Belarus….I think I'm lost after trying to walk to the main road after I left. I was wondering if maybe you could come find me. I mean I d-don't need your help, i-it would just be convenient if-"

He paused. Then he hung up.

"Who does she think she is? She storms out on me, then wants me to cum save her! That gurl has sum nerve."He sighed and got out of his seat. He grumpily pulled his coat off the coat rack and stormed out the door.

He trudged down the path in the dark, fog clung to his coat. These were the kind of nights he grew up in. He could see the stars, as he began walking down the dirt path. A fairy floated towards him with a small lamp in her hand.

"Alba! Is something wrong?"

"Yea, hey you seen a blonde girl around here?"

The fairy shook her head.

"She's got a purple dress on, and a bow on top of her head."

The fairy shook her head again.

"Well thanks, if ya see her, cum find me."

The little fairy didn't move, but rubbed her head. Her eyes brightened and she smiled.

"Oh oh, I did see a girl walking down the path. I'll show you where I last saw her."

The fairy quickly fluttered down the path, Scotland was not far behind. Soon they had reached a very thin section of the path. The fairy flew low, showing Scotland a trail of flattened grass. They walked for a long time, following the sighns. Then they stopped after the trail stopped. They looked around but saw nothing. Scotland sighed. The fairy turned towards him.

"Here take my lantern. You look around for her."

The fairy passed the tiny lantern to him, setting it down in his palm.

"Um, thanks."

The fairy nodded and went back through the trail. Scotland had only walked a bit deeper into the forest, when he saw a small huddled up figure pushed up against the trunk of a tree. He walked up until he was standing over the huddled figure. Beautiful white-blonde hair fell delicately over Belarus's shoulders. Little drops of dew clung to the strands, shimmering in the moon light. Her pale skin reflected the soft light, making her glow like an angel. Slowly he leaned down and put a hand to her cheek, it was pretty cold, maybe a bit too cold. Gently he cradled her bridal style, then he lifted her up, holding her close, and began the treck back home, through the mist.

Once they arrived he carried the sleeping beauty into his dark room, gently setting her on the bed. He pulled the covers over her and leaned over her. His lips pressed against her cheek, and he whispered "I love you Natalia." He knew she couldn't hear him, but he thought maybe she would dream of him. Slowly he stood up walked over to the coat rack. He took off his coat and hung it up, then he slid off his shoes. By now his cigarette had become very short, so he pushed it into the ash tray on his night stand. Then he took off his shirt and pants, and slowly slid into his bed next to Belarus. He was so exhausted and cold from the long walk. His body ached slightly as he tried to get comfortable. He yawned sleepily as his eyes began to close, letting the darkness surround him.

Yes, I know this chapter isn't very good but I kinda wrote it at 2:00 in the morning. DoN't AsK wHy.
Anyways, I hope this chapter gives you a feel for the soft side of Scotland. But don't fret, the next chapter will be more entertaining! If you have any tips for me put it in your reveiw!

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