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The English man got up from his seat and smiled at the Ukraine with the big chest. "I must go. Thank-you for your time."
"No, thank-you for taking care of Belarus…." The Ukraine turned to the window as the English man nodded and left. In a week's time…there is going to be a ball…in my home land…I hope Belarus finds happiness then.
I glared at the American movie we were watching. "What is this?" I asked America not liking how I could relate to the small child on the screen.
America turned to me and smiled, "Peter Pan 2 Return to Neverland. Awesome movie, but then all my movies are awesome."
"….Why are we watching this?" I asked softly. America was such a strange man.
"Ah~! Well, Bel~ Jane is one of my favorite heroines of all time and you know what you're just like her?"
"How?" I asked upset he would see the relation as well.
"Well…she's the good guy, but hides her emotions with angry….but that doesn't mean she's less awesome….like you, see?" America explained smiling.
"….yeah…whatever you say…" I said turning back to the movie. It didn't matter anyway.
"…." The American stared at the Belarusian girl for a moment longer. That dress really did look good on her. The American bit his lip, maybe he could win the Belarusian's heart….No, he couldn't think like that! He was the hero! No stealing other people's happiness! Especially when the happiness you may still may be the girl you like! The American turned red and quickly went back to watching the movie.
But…. The American glanced at the Belarusian one last time. That commie bastard would never care about her as much as I would….
The English man sighed as he walked into the American's room, but stopped when he saw the American staring at the Belarusian. The English man raised an eyebrow. He knew that look. The English man made a small smile. "About bloody time…" He mumbled as he went into the kitchen leaving the two alone.
The American glanced at the door. Did Iggy come in…probably….he's the only one willing to come into my room without knocking…and France…. The American checked if his gun was on him and nodded in content. He was prepared, it didn't matter who came in. He was ready, like a hero should be.
I glanced at America. Mmmmm? He checked his pocket and smiled. A weapon probably. Now, who came in the hotel room? ….England…I can already smell his burning, he calls cooking.
I watched as America's eyes became wide and he ran into the kitchen. I couldn't help, but make a small smile at the bickering. Just like home…Well…when me and older siblings were all together. Now older brother can't even look me in the eyes….I frowned. Damn America. Making me think such things of older brother. He's…just shy. He loves me as much as he did before. Of course… I know he'll marry me once his shyness towards me ends….yeah…
I bit my lip and forced a smile. I should go. Older brother is going to need dinner and he's probably lonely too. I got up and took my and the pink dress with me. I completely forgot about the movie it didn't matter anyway. It wasn't going to help me win older brother's heart.
I ran out of the hotel room and down the stairs. I'll stop by older sister first for ingredients like always and I'll change into the pink dress when I get there. Older Brother will this time for sure.
The American stopped bickering with the English man when he heard the door slam shut. "Huh?" The American looked around wondering who came in, but when he glanced at the living room he saw one less Belarusian girl. The American slowly walked around his hotel room looking for any sign of the platinum blonde woman. The American found none. The dresses were even gone!
The American glanced at the movie; it was the best part too. The part he wanted the Belarusian to see. When Jane save Tinkerbell by believing in fairies….No one is allow to tell England this was his favorite part. No one. Seriously you know how he would act if he knew. The American had time to deal with an overly happy English man; he needed to find Belarus…..but…she'd be back tomorrow….right? right….
A hero needs to believe in the people he's helping….even when they want to follow and protect the person so much….because when the hero's job is done…he most likely….won't ever….ever….help that person for a long….long, time…..
The American sighed and went back to where the English man was. There was no point in going after her. The American glanced at the door before smiling. She'll back tomorrow…we had a deal….she'll be back…I have faith in her….
