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I stared at myself in the mirror. The black fit perfectly. But…would older brother really like it? It made me look…older…like a grown-up….not that I wasn't already, but…older brother is more like a child. He liked childish things. I glanced at the pink dress I brought into the bathroom with me. Maybe…older brother Russia would like that one better on me…it was more childish than the one I wore.

I didn't jump when the bathroom door was knocked upon. "Almost done, Bel~?" America's voice asked from outside the door. I turned back to the mirror. I fixed the black and blue bow I was wearing that matched the dress. Older brother Russia wouldn't like this dress…I should just put the pink one one…

" I don't know which one you like…but I think the black would look best…psss…but then I'm a girl…so I know nothing…" I felt my body freeze. My glare increase and my scowl multiplied, but it wasn't because I was mad or angry…I was confused. I wanted to show America how I looked in this dress…I wanted him to call me beautiful…but why? I love older brother not America. Why should I care if he's happy or not. It didn't matter. Only older brother Russia mattered.

I bit my lip before going into a neutral mode and no emotion showed on my face. I opened the door right before America could knock again. I felt strange inside…why did I keep the dress America liked on? I didn't understand my actions….


The American stared at the Belarusian girl in front of him. He was right that dress was…gorgeous on Belarus. It looked stunning…it fit her curves perfectly. For the first time America remembered Belarus was his age and not a little girl. She wasn't a child, and for some reason that made the American get a warm, bubbly feeling. He blushed as he adverted his eyes from her body. "I was right…that dress looks…amazing on you." The American smiled largely at the Belarusian. "If Co—Russia—" The American silently scolded himself to kill an old habit, even if only for Belarus. "Doesn't fall for you…he's complete messed up in the head!"

The American laughed and petted Belarus's head full heartily as she glared at him. He really liked her. The American blushed softly at that thought. But he was still going to make her happy even if he liked her….plus he only liked her as a friend…..right?

The American shrugged the thought off and turned to Belarus smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, sorry…I thought you would enjoy hearing something like that….but really I doubt Russia could ever turn you down now."


I sighed and glared the ground. It wasn't as if I didn't enjoy hearing those words. I really, really did. It was just…no one every told me something like that before. It was always older brother Russia was to good for me….not the other way around. I was so confused. Could America really enjoy me near him? Wasn't he even a little scared?

I watched America smile and laugh sheepishly. I wonder if I will ever be able to smile and laugh like that someday. I shook my head softly. No!

If I thought like that and if I allowed myself to do something so…foolish…America would just end up hurting me. I refuse to be hurt by anyone. No man would ever wish to marry a cry baby. But….

I glanced at America one last time. For some reason…I thought he wouldn't be like other men. No! Get those silly thoughts and wishes out of your head! There is no such thing as wishes coming true! Even if I wished forever and ever, wishes do not come true. Not Ever….

But….I wish that they did come true….even only for a moment…I want to smile and laugh….with America….