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Belarus scowled as she mended one of her dresses that had a tear. Really, a tiny rip in her clothes was the least of her problems at the moment, but it, unlike her life, could be easily fixed with a needle and thread. If it wasn't for that stupid Lithuania, everything would be fine and she'd probably be sitting at home by the fireplace enjoying the company of her siblings. But of course, he had to overreact, which made them overreact and now everything is ruined. White hot anger boiled up in her as she thought of how her family was torn apart.


It was a beautiful mid-winter day. The temperature was just cold enough to snow and allow it to stick to the ground, but not so cold as to make going outside unbearable. So, Belarus and Lithuania took advantage of General Winter's generosity, deciding it was a perfect day to go out and have some fun. Just as Belarus was finishing up making a snowman that vaguely resembled her brother, Lithuania called her over to come and look at his.

"Is that supposed to be me?" she asked. Lithuania blushed a bit before he answered.

"Um, yeah," he replied quietly. "Do you like it?"

She looked it up and down, taking note of the navy blue bow on top of it's head.

So that's why he asked big sister for an extra hair bow, she thought. Then she saw the large carrot sticking out that was supposed to represent a nose, and got an idea.

"Hey! My nose isn't that big!" she cried out. Lithuania started to stutter out an apology, and the female nation had to stop herself from laughing at his reaction. She wasn't really angry, but she couldn't resist pretending. Lithuania was just too easy to fluster.

She bent over and picked up some snow before shaping it into a ball, and threw it at him, causing the Lithuanian to cry out in surprise. When he looked back at her in confusion, he saw the mirth in her eyes and understood.

He reached down to make his own snowball while Belarus rushed to hide behind a nearby tree, giggling. They continued to laugh and play, their faces bright red from the cold and excitement.

However, their mid-winter joy was halted to a stop when a scream rang through the air. Belarus froze where she stood, recognizing the voice.

"Big brother!" she cried out, running towards the source.

"Bela, wait!" cried out Lithuania, chasing after his friend. The two nations ran through the woods, Lithuania right on her heels pleading for her to stop. When the trees grew sparse and they came to a clearing, both of them stopped in their tracks.

A slew of arrows shot through the air towards the direction of a young teen wearing a white scarf. "Stop it!" cried out Russia, as the Teutonic Knights continued to fire at him, laughing.

"Stop it, you bastards! Leave my brother alone!" screamed Belarus, as she tried to run off in their direction to attack them. Before she could, Lithuania grabbed her arm, holding her back.

"Bela, you're going to get hurt! You can't just go out there without a shield or armor."

"I don't care, let me go!" She ripped her arm out of the anxious brunet's grasp and ran into the crossfire, towards her beloved brother.

"Bela, stop!" cried out a desperate Lithuania, but she paid him no mind. He watched in horror as she jumped in front of her brother at the same moment an arrow was being launched in their direction. He stood there, frozen in horror as the arrow pierced her stomach and she fell to the ground.

"NATALYA!" both Lithuania and Russia screamed at the same moment. The last thing Belarus saw before she passed out was their terrified faces looking down at her.


Once she regained consciousness, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach, reminding her of her injury and the events that led up to it. She opened her eyes, and saw the familiar off-white walls that lined the cottage she and her siblings shared. In the background, she heard hushed voices and turned her head to see her brother, sister, and Lithuania in a private discussion. A wave of relief washed over her as she saw that her brother was okay, but relief soon turned into curiosity. She closed her eyes to pretend she was still asleep, and focused her attention onto their conversation.

"I believe this is the best decision," began Lithuania. "It's been made quite clear that it isn't safe here. You need protection from the Teutonic Knights."

"I don't know," Ukraine began, nervousness clear in her tone. "I understand your point, but to leave our home? Leave behind Ivan?" This immediately caught the Belarusian's attention.

What did her sister mean by, "Leaving behind Ivan?" What was happening?

"I think he is right, sister." Russia said, pain clear in his voice. "You know I love you and Natalya more than anything, but you both are in danger if you say behind to be with me. I can't protect you," he said miserably. "I can barely protect myself." A wave of anxiety washed over the Belarusian, weighing her down like lead.

"Oh brother, this is not your fault. Natalya and I love you so, so much." Ukraine said softly.

"That is the problem," Russia sighed. "Maybe if little sister loved me less, she would've not gotten hurt because of me."

"I think we all know that you aren't to blame. If that girl wants to protect you, there's no stopping her or talking her out of it." Ukraine pointed out. She sighed.

"If we go through with this, she will be furious," the Ukrainian woman warned. "But, I'd rather have her angry than dead. I suppose we don't have much of a choice but to go and live with you, Lithuania. We're too vulnerable out here."

What?! Belarus thought. She and Ukraine were going to live with Lithuania and leave their brother behind all alone?

"How dare you!?" she cried out, furious. Three pairs of eyes all turned towards her direction in surprise. The Belarusian jumped up from the cot she was laying on. At the sudden move, a shooting pain filled her stomach, causing her to yelp and fall back.

"Natalya!" cried out Ukraine, as she ran over to her younger sister and embraced her into a hug. Belarus hissed in pain and pushed her off.

Right behind Ukraine was Russia, who looked like he was about to cry, and Lithuania who seemed concerned.

"I can't believe you, any of you!'' She aimed her glare at Lithuania. "If you think I'm just going to come with you quietly, you have another thing coming! I'm staying here with my big brother."

Lithuania sighed. "I'm sorry, Bela, but this is for the best. It's for your own safety."

"I don't care! I'd rather die than be away from Ivan." She turned towards her brother with a desperate look in her eyes.

"Please, big brother. Don't let him take me away!" Russia turned his head away so he wouldn't have to look at her.

"It's for your own good, little sister. Lithuania and big sister Ukraine will take good care of you," he sniffed, wiping his eyes. "I promise I'll be back for you all one day, when I am big and strong. Then we can be a family again."

"But we can be a family now!" she protested. She turned her gaze towards Lithuania.

"If you tear us apart, I won't ever forgive you. Call this thing off!" she demanded.

"I'm sorry, Bela. I am so sorry," he said over and over, like a mantra.

The four nations continued like that for awhile, with Belarus going back and forth from demanding and pleading for Lithuania to change his mind, or for her siblings to defend her. Yet in the end, it was all for naught. Once Ukraine packed all of her and her sister's belongings, she announced it was time to go. Belarus refused to move a muscle and eventually Lithuania picked her up, kicking and screaming. As they and Ukraine were leaving, Russia sobbed and apologized for not being able to protect them, which only caused Belarus's screams to get louder. Her skirt accidentally caught on the door as they closed it, causing it to tear. Being as distraught as she was, she didn't even notice until they got to their destination.


It has been almost a week since Belarus was taken from her home, and she had managed to keep her promise to Lithuania that she wouldn't forgive him. She spent her days in the bedroom she was given with the door locked, only leaving to go to the bathroom or to eat.

And every single day, either her sister would come knocking on her door, begging her to come out, or it would be Lithuania telling her how sorry he was. He would tell her that he hoped they could still be friends and ask if there was anything he could do to make it up to her. She would tell him to let her go, he would refuse, and she would would call him an array of colorful names until he left, sometimes in tears. On the bright side, her stomach had healed up quite nicely and she barely felt so much as a twinge anymore. One of the perks of being a nation, she supposed.

She finished up the last stitch and smoothed the skirt out before hanging it up to prevent wrinkles. As she looked around to decide what she should do now, she noticed some extra wool on her nightstand and came up with an idea.

She pulled out her knitting materials and started making a pair of winter gloves to give to her brother once she saw him again. He did promise they would be a family once more.

She smiled at the thought of her older brother. It was not his fault that he so foolishly agreed to allow Lithuania to tear them apart; he was just too naive for his own good.

And when they became one, she would be sure to let him know just how much she missed him.


This is actually before the Commonwealth, when Lithuania was still a Grand Duchy. However, I think it still fits in well enough with the other stories, and I've wanted to write a backstory for Lithuania and Belarus for awhile now, to figure out why exactly she hates him so much. I hope it turned out well.

Thank you Midna3452 for beta reading, and thank you all for checking this out! All feedback is greatly appreciated. :)