For some reason, I'm proud of this chapter. Too bad it's an under loved pairing.
This chapter was written by me. It is rated T I'd say. It contains het, yaoi, incest, an abusive relationship, and drug use.
Belgium looked across the meeting table at Switzerland and Netherlands. They didn't show much affection for each other, but that was just what they were like. She knew they really liked each other. As she watched them, even though they were just sitting there, her stomach started to churn.
"You okay?" Hungary whispered from next to her.
"I'm fine." Belgium lied.
Her friend was skeptical, but ignored it. "So, are we still on for tonight?"
"Yeah," The girls had planned on going shopping after the meeting.
The two looked out at the meeting, which was slowly falling into chaos, as always. Any moment now, Germany would cut in and settle everyone down.
When the meeting was over they got in a small car and went to the mall. They went to a bunch of stores and tried on tons of outfits, but neither one of them bought much.
They ate supper in the food court.
"You see those two over there?" Hungary pointed to two guys a few tables down from them. "They're dating."
"C'mon, Hungary. Not all guys out together are dating. They could just be friends."
"Trust me, they're dating." Hungary said confidently.
"They're not-" Before Belgium could finish her sentence, the guys leaned forward and kissed. She sighed. "I don't know how you do it."
"Never doubt the yaoi senses."
They stayed out until the mall was closing. By the time Belgium got home, it was late and dark.
As she walked up to her house, she saw a figure on her doorstep. Getting closer, she realized it was her brother.
"Netherlands! Netherlands, are you okay?" Now that she was by his side, she could tell he was high- not exactly a rare occurrence for him. She helped him inside.
Once he was in better lighting, Belgium saw that he had bruises and cuts all over. His right eye was almost swollen shut and his shirt was torn, revealing a deep cut on his chest that was bleeding heavily.
"What happened to you?" Belgium whispered. Unsurprisingly, she didn't get a response from Netherlands.
She knew what she had to do. She grabbed a clean rag and a first aid kit. Then she went back to her brother and pulled off his shirt. Slowly, she started to clean his wounds. Luckily, Netherlands was too high to protest much.
As she worked, she saw that not only did her brother have fresh wounds, he also had old ones that were half healed. Whatever happened to him tonight had happened to him before. A lot by the looks of it. Why hadn't Belgium noticed sooner?
After she finished, she waited for the drugs' effects to wear off. She did what she could to make it easier for him, but that was very little. Mostly it was waiting.
As she started to fall asleep, Belgium heard her name. She shot awake and looked at Netherlands who now seemed aware.
"Netherlands, what happened to you?" She asked urgently.
"I got high. It's not that weird." He avoided eye contact as he spoke.
"Not that! The cuts and bruises! Who did it to you?" Belgium stood up and walked over to him.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Tell me. I want to help. Please." She pleaded.
"I can handle it."
"Obviously not, since it's been going on for a while." More kindly, she said. "Please, I just want to help you stop it."
She rested her hand on his shoulder. Very quietly, he mumbled, "It's Switzerland."
"Switzerland!" She exclaimed without meaning too. "Switzerland beats you?" Netherlands didn't respond. "That bastard!"
"I can deal with it on my own."
"Stop saying that. You need my help, whether you like it or not. Please, just let me help you."
"Why do you even care?"
"Because I'm your sister and I care about you." Belgium looked the other way, blushing. "More than you may think."
Netherlands looked at her confusedly. Instead of explaining, she leaned forward and kissed him gently. She pulled away, and avoided looking at him again.
"Bella…" He whispered. He reached out and grabbed her face lightly. He made her face him and kissed her just as she had done to him.
They pulled apart and just smiled at each other for a minute, before Belgium said, "It's late. Why don't you stay here tonight?"
"I'd like that."
"And tomorrow you'll break up with Switzerland."
"I can't do that." Netherlands muttered, unhappy again.
"Yes, you can. I'll help. Trust me."
"Okay, fine. I trust you. Can we just go to sleep now?"
In the morning, Belgium used Netherlands's phone to text Switzerland to meet him at a restaurant.
The had to wait a bit for the man. With each passing moment, Netherlands seemed to grow more worried. His sister squeezed his hand reassuringly. She couldn't imagine what he's been through. She didn't want to. All she wanted now was to break off all connections between him and Switzerland so he could start healing.
Finally, he Switzerland came in. He seemed surprised to see Belgium, but didn't say anything. He just sat down across form them, mumbling a greeting.
"Netherlands has something to say to you." Belgium said. She wasn't sure if her brother could do it or not, but she gave him a chance.
"Switzerland. I- I'm-" He stuttered and avoided eye contact. He must have been really afraid of this man because he was never like this.
"You what?" Vash interrupted with a look that could kill.
"He's breaking up with you." Belgium answered for him. "And don't ever come near him again."
"Or what?"
"Or you'll have to deal with me. And probably Hungary and Belarus too. Now we're leaving." She grabbed her brothers hand started to leave. As an after thought, she turned back to Switzerland and said, "You better not be hurting Liechtenstein like you hurt my brother…"
"I would never hurt her."
"If you're lying, I swear I'll-"
"C'mon, Belgium, lets just go." Netherlands said and pulled her a bit.
"Yeah, okay." She glared one more time at Switzerland before going with her brother.
Once they were outside, he leaned down and kissed her, then said, "Thank you, Bella."
"You're welcome. I promise I'll always protect you."
"I love you, Belgium."
"I love you, too, Netherlands."
