More more more! I keep thinking I'm messing up their personalities! But until I see the anime, I cannot be sure. So bear with me, for those of you who are fanatics about this series, America and Belarus is told to the best of my ability!

As America mentioned before, Spring had just begun in the West side of the world, and Belarus was for a fact knew she was not used to warm weather. She had lived in sleet and snow all her life. Her earliest memories were about blizzards, alone in the cold with her brother and sister. She would cling to her brother and her sister would keep them as warm as possible.

Belarus almost smiled on those old fond memories. Those were the days they were so close to one another. It was no one else in the wide world but them. They counted on no one but themselves. That was how it was. Never once did they abandon her in her midst of desperation, and because of their extreme love and kindness for her, she had to repay them.

"I will not…betray him…" she muttered under her breathe, which came out in pants. Her heavy clothes slowed her movements in the heat. Sweat traveled down her brow and her skin felt hot under her usually cool clothes. Finally she dropped to her knees, grabbing for the grass. She panted as though from a race, though she knew she wasn't tired.

"This heat…" she gasped. Her throat felt dry. "It's…too hot…" she gasped, coughing out at how dry her throat had become. Another came out and she slowly found out that she was not coughing out of a dry throat, and she was not hot from the heat, but a sickness. She did now know where it come from. But if one would think about it, if someone was taken from their natural habitat, placed in a different climate, their body wouldn't be able to register right away and go into defense. This was what her body was doing right now, acting from a lifetime in snow.

Forcing herself to stop coughing, Belarus pushed herself to her feet, only to stumble and fall back to the ground in a heap. There she lay in a pathetic pile, hair and dress billowing out around her like it was made for a picture of grace. Instead it made due for a picture of death.

Belarus rolled over on her back and stared up at the unforgiving sun, gulping and gasping like a fish. "Is this…how I'll…die?" she whimpered quietly. Her world started to fade into darkness and last thing she saw was a figure rushing to her side. In the blurriness of her world, she could barely make out the blond hair on the figure before she completely fainted. He was shouting something at her, but she missed it, already unconsciousness, but conscious enough to mutter one last word.

"Bro…ther…"

It was cool. A brisk cool she would feel on the warmer days in her homeland. Was it Summer already? How time would fly…

She could smell a scent. She couldn't quite place it…Meat? Vegetables? Whatever it was, it was making her stomach grumble greedily to have a taste.

Her violet eyes fluttered open to a world she didn't recognize. She saw blurry reds and browns everywhere, with fluffy white shapes by her head, smelling quite nice. The one thing she did register was the bright sunlight pouring on her face, and she withered away, cursing the brightness with all her might and burying her face in the sweet scented white things.

"Oh sorry! I think you got more than enough sunlight, right?" a voice said in an awkward tone. The light dissipated from her world and she could focus on her surroundings more. The red and browns were the blanket she was under, with the white pillows fluffed perfectly around her head.

Looking back to the source of the voice she almost screamed to see it was America, standing by her bed with an expression that looked very concerned. Once her eyes were on him he let out a big sigh and a big grin spread over his face. "Thank God! You seemed to have lost some color from your cheeks at last!" he said in a relieved tone. "You were so red, I was afraid you died!"

"What?" she stammered, bringing the blankets to her chest. She then realized why she was so cool as well.

She was wearing her under dress.

Belarus screamed bloody murder, yanking the blankets up to her shoulders while blushing furiously! America jumped and fell backwards to the floor in a fright!

"W-What?!" he cried out, scrambling back to his feet and getting to her side. He was soon met with a slap of the hand, sending him back to the floor. "WHAT is wrong with you woman?!" he shouted angrily, holding his cheek.

"ME?! You undressed me you pervert!" she screamed, still holding the blankets to her shoulder. She held her free hand out, ready to smack him again. None of her knives were on her, no doubt stripped from her body like her beloved dress. "What were you planning to do with me?!"

"Nothing! God! Nothing! I had to do something or you'd die out there!" America exclaimed, although his cheeks seemed redder than usual at the mention of him stripping her. "You were overheating! You were dehydrated! What was I suppose to do?!" he yelled, stepping away just in case. "And would you relax? You're wearing another dress under it anyway!"

"It happens to be considered my UNDERWEAR!" she screamed!

"Stop saying that! It isn't underwear, ok? Its still a dress! Geez!" America yelled, his face flaming red. Any regular guy would be in the same situation if they had been accused of being a scandalous pervert.

"No it isn't! You didn't know-" she screamed, then let out a cough, followed by several more.

"There! You see? You're sick now! All part of not taking care of yourself." He said waving at her in a "I told you so" manner. He turned around and nearly stomped over to a table, bringing it over to the bedside. "Can't believe got slapped for trying to be a hero…" he grumbled.

Belarus managed to stop her coughing to smell the intoxicating aroma she smelt before. It was a bowl of soup, steaming hot and smelling delicious. Seeing it wasn't part of her dreams caused her mouth to water, knowing it was real.

"I don't think eating a burger would help a cold…or a hot in your case." He laughed. He grabbed a seat and sat down beside the bed, grabbing a spoonful. "I've never seen anyone get sick from being in the heat before." Belarus frowned at him and turned her nose in the air. "Ok, open wide!" he grinned, holding the spoon out to her, his other hand held under it to catch any spilling.

"WHAT?!" she screeched!

"I'm going to go deaf by the end of the…Just taste it ok?" he said, holding it out to her, his face now irritated and on his last nerve.

"No! It's probably made of ketchup and mayonnaise or something!" she yelled, scooting away. She glanced around to try and ignore his frustrated face. "Where am I anyway?"

"My place. My room." He replied evenly, putting the spoon back in the bowl. "I turned up the air conditioner to cool you off too, just to make you comfortable." He said, shrugging a bit.

Belarus glanced around, inspecting every cranny and knack. It was a simple enough room. A king sized bed, a dresser, a table, a bookcase filled with books and little knick knacks from other countries (probably gifts), and a closet in the far corner. All of which was made of dark woods, adding to the white painted walls and dark red carpet some culture. She noticed her dress was placed on a chair near the door, with her knives neatly placed in a row on the table.

NO ONE…was allowed to see her this naked. NO ONE was allowed to touch her skin. And certainly NO ONE was to touch her knives!!

Just as she was about to let loose her fury, she felt the bed sink to her right, and she whipped around to see America on the bed, holding out the spoonful of soup to her again. She scooted away a bit more, to which he answered these motions with a few scoots closer to her. He held a determined posture, showing he was not going to leave her in peace until she ate the soup. "Now, please. Be reasonable long enough to eat so you won't pass out again. I'm trying to help!"

Belarus paused and stared at the man for a long while, her face melting into surprise and confusion. Why was this man going to such lengths to help her so much? Hadn't her cold exterior proved she didn't want to be anywhere near him? Wasn't it enough she left, threatened him, and screamed at him that she wants nothing to do with him? Why does he keep coming back to her?

Being a reasonable woman, she knew there was always a catch to every intention. Was it to get to her brother? To hold her hostage so he would come to her rescue? There had to be a reason!

But as she stared into his eyes, she saw there no sign of ill attempts; nothing but pure, honest, worry for her well being. He kept at an arm's distance, but held the spoon out to her, reassuring her that he meant no harm. She couldn't imagine why he was planning to do with her, or why he was doing it at all. A part of her mind told her to be on guard of this strange man and not let her guard down for a second. Yet…he looked like a child trying to nurse his mother back to health the way he stared up at her. He was waiting anxiously for her to try the soup.

Could she really trust him?

"It's going to get cold." He said pouting. "And my arm's getting tired. Please try it." He said, offering a smile.

Her stomach growled. Now it just hurting at how empty it was. There was no point in denying food before her. With a groan she reached a hand out to take the spoon, only to have it taken out of her reach.

"No, open your mouth!" he pouted again.

Belarus rolled her eyes, groaning even louder this time and slapping her hands on her lap. She did not care if the blanket did not cover her anymore. She was starving! Belarus was done with his childish games, but now she was slowly loosing her mind, and at this point willing to do whatever the damn hell he wanted to, just so he could hopefully feed her and then leave her in peace!

How humiliating.

America beamed and slowly brought to spoon to her open mouth, saying slowly, "Awwww…"

Belarus snapped her jaw shut, taking the spoon out of his surprised hands and gulped the soup at last. A gasp escaped her lips, tasting the delicious smelling soup. It was even better than it tasted.

"Oh my…" she breathed.

"Like it?" he asked excitedly. Before she could answer, he let out a whoop and turned around to take the bowl off the table. "That's great! I was hoping you'd like it!" He then yanked the spoon out of her stunned fingers and scooped up another spoonful. "Come on! Try some more! I have lots more in the kitchen!"

Belarus glared at him. "I will NOT be fed like a baby America!" she snapped. She stared at the bowl hungrily and America only held it away from her view, the spoon the only thing she saw now. "No! I don't trust you with any kind of weapon."

This is true. She wouldn't. Even if it was as ridiculous as a spoon.

"Besides…I want to do it." He said, grin spreading over his face.

Belarus glared icily at him for a minute longer before giving in to his demands, placing her hands on her lap and leaning her head forward. "Never. Speak. Of this. To ANYONE." She growled, face lit aflame.

America nodded, feeding her with a grin. "Not a word outside this room."

Yay! She *kinda* accepted him! Well, forced to by hunger. Ah, the ways of starvation. It can drive anyone to do something crazy! XD