A/N: I tried. I really freaking did. But I'm not good at Belarus, I'm not her biggest fan, and I've never thought about this ship. So sorry if it sucks.
It all started during a world meeting. Natalia looked around, trying to keep her mind off the tall Russian beside her, and noticed quite the...unusual character. He too seemed uninterested and bored with everything going on around him, which made the blonde woman curious. He too was blond, and his hair was spiked in random directions. She had heard once from his sister and Hungary that his name was Lars, and he represented the Netherlands. He had a scarf, just like Ivan, which made her smile softly. However, she didn't realize that her older sister Katuysha was watching her actions, and the woman was smiling gleefully. She saw the spark ignite in the younger's eyes when she took notice of the Dutch man; she certainly hoped she'd act on it. Kat leaned over to whisper in his ear, "You should go talk to him, Sister." Natalia turned, "Excuse me?" "Go talk to Lars. I'm sure you won't regret it."
After the meeting went into intermission, Belarus took a deep breath and walked up to the Dutch man, "Hello...Lars, correct?" He looked up at the woman and took her in. She was pretty enough with her deep eyes and blonde hair, but why was she talking to him? "Yeah, Lars. You?" She looked at the table to avoid his eyes, "Natalia." It turned into an awkward silence, and Natalia moved to walk away. Lars stopped her, "Wait." The woman turned and nodded, signaling she was listening, "Natalia...right?" She nodded again and he shrugged, "You approached me, tell me what you wanted." Natalia felt her pulse quicken and jumped to take deep, slow breaths so she wouldn't blush, "Well I find you attractive and you intrigue me." She bit her lip and figured for the worst since not many people seem to like her. "Oh, well that's kind of you. Perhaps we can talk about this." Her eyebrows raised and she shrugged, "Why not?"
Two hours later...
"America, please shut up." "ENGLAND COME ON THERE'S NOTHING...oh my." "Wha-oh wow..." England, America, Canada, Ukraine, Russia, and a couple of others walked into the conference room and saw Belarus's tongue shoved a good few inches down Lars's throat. "I told you talking to him would benefit sister!" Russia and America especially stared in shock as Lars stood and nodded his head, "Later Natalia." She smirked, "I'm sure I will see you later, Lars." He winked, "Remember all the shit you need to send me." Natalia stared at a blank piece of paper jokingly, "Ah yes, address, shopping list, topless shots..." He chuckled as Russia and Ukraine choked and he nodded, "Shopping list is: Condoms, lube, and whipped cream, right?" She unsurely smacked his butt as she gathered her things, then turned and said one last thing before walking out
"Handcuffs. Don't forget the handcuffs."
