As soon as the plane landed and everyone was allowed to get off, Ivan took his bags and ran as fast as he could. He hailed a taxi cab on the side of the street.
"Take me to the capital house as fast as you can!" He shouted very loudly at the cab driver.
"Okay buddy no need to shout, what's got you in such a hurry?"
"I have to find my wife and apologize."
"Ah, wife problems I got a lot of those."
After that, the ride was silent. When the man pulled up to the building Ivan handed him $50.00 not caring about how much he needed back and ran out of the cab forgetting his bags. He ran up the steps and knocked as hard as he could. Ivan shouted at the door, "Ukraine let me in now!"
A maid came to the door and opened it a crack, "Mister Russia, sir, Ukraine says you should just leave and-
Ivan had no time for this so he opened the door and pushed the maid out of the way.
"Sir, she said she didn't want to see you!" said the maid from the floor
Ivan did not care if she didn't want to see him, he wants to see her!
"Listen I don't care about what she said, I need to see her right now!" with that he went upstairs to her bedroom since he knew this house like the back of his hand it took him no time at all. When he reached the door of Belarus's room he wanted to burst right in, but was stopped when he hear, voices? Crying? He decided he should hide under the table that was beside the door so he could listen in without being noticed.
"I told you Ukraine, he was talking to himself and said that he didn't love me"
"You could have heard him wrong he could have-
"NO! He said he just wanted to see me happy, and he did make me happy, but I can't possibly make him stay married to me if he doesn't love me."
"If you had said that a month ago I wouldn't have believed you but now, I think you've began to understand your feelings for our brother."
"I wish he loved me the way I loved him." At the end of her sentence she started to bawl her eyes out.
"Ukraine I want to be left alone I don't want you to see me like this."
"Alright I'll be downstairs if you need me."
"Oh no Ukraine's coming" Ivan thought to himself.
He moved into a tiny ball so she wouldn't see him. As the door handle turned he tightened himself even more into his ball form. Luckily Ukraine walked out of the door; she went down the hall the opposite way Russia was. When Ivan could no longer hear her footsteps and was sure she was out of earshot he got out from underneath the table and went to knock on the door.
He knocked three times waiting for her answer.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone Ukraine!" Belarus shouted from inside the bedroom.
"I'm, um, not Ukraine Belarus" Ivan said in reply while opening the door.
"I-Ivan why are you here?" he could hear the hurt and rage in her voice, "I don't want you here! I thought I told that maid to keep you away!"
"I pushed her out of the way so I could see you and-"
"I do NOT want you here Ivan, you broke my heart and I don't want to talk about it."
"But Belarus I-"
She had tears running down her face as she choked out the words, "Just go away Ivan", she pushed him out of her bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Ivan stood outside her door, not really knowing what to do. He had just been kicked out of her bedroom; she has never done anything that would block out Ivan from her life, ever. He stood on the other side of her door for a minute or two before deciding on what to do.
"Belarus", he said with his head leaning on the door frame, "Why won't you just let me talk it out with you?
She opened the door with as much force as she could, expecting him to be leaning on it.
"Because Ivan, there is nothing to talk about. You yourself said you did not love me and you just wanted to make me happy" She chocked back her tears, "You did make me happy, for that one night. Now you don't have to be married to me anymore."
She threw her ring straight at his chest and walked back into her bedroom and plopped down on her bed. She had thought she made herself very clear that she didn't want him there. She had, but Ivan wouldn't listen.
Ivan followed her inside her bedroom and shut the door. He made his way to her and took her hands.
"Belarus why do you think I said what I said?"
Trying to keep herself from bawling her eyes out in front of him she replied, "Because you….I don't know! Because you don't love me and didn't want to hurt me, or felt pity or-"
"No" Ivan cut her off, "I said those words because I was scared, scared of what my life would be like with you. I had always loved you, as my sister, I had, once in awhile, thought differently but never let myself think for too long about it. When I read what you had written about me it made my heart swell, it made me realize my feelings for you."
"B-But that still doesn't explain why you would say you didn't love me" Belarus said waiting for the dreadful response she knew was coming.
"I thought I didn't love you, because all you have ever done was chase me done with your knives and ask me to marry you which was actually very frightening." He said with a little chuckle, "I never got to see the real you, but when we arrived to my house you showed me who you really are and you turned out not to be the psychopath I thought you were going to be" Ivan smiles at his own remark.
"What I am trying to say Belarus is that I do truly love you."
"I don't believe you" she said very bluntly
"What? How am I supposed to prove I do?"
"I don't know Ivan; you seem to be a smart man why don't you figure that out by yourself?"
"Hmmm well I have an idea but I don't think you'll like it" Ivan said being playful
"What is it Ivan, tell me."
"I'd rather show you"
"Wha-"
Ivan cut her off by pushing her down onto the bed kneeling on top of her. Belarus didn't know what to do.
"I-Ivan what are you doing?"
"I am showing you I love you." He kissed her on lips as he had done before but longer and with more passion.
"Do you believe me now?" Ivan said softly into her ear.
"Y-Yes" said the beat red Belarus.
"Good" He continued to kiss her and please her all through that night.
In the end Belarus came back to Ivan's house as his wife and they had many 'playful' nights together as husband and wife.
