Under the Rainbow
Chapter IX; Dressed in Poetry
A story of the Soviet House told in perfect 250 word segments
By: Chibi Ra Chan
Pairing: Korea/Belarus
It's just a lyrical lie, made up in my mind. And you want to be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. And you want resizing, but darling dear get a grip...
When Belarus first lays eyes on him, it is rather anticlimactic. There are no heart palpitations, no instant attraction, no fireworks. The earth doesn't move and the stars don't suddenly seem brighter. In fact Natalia is sure they don't even make eye contract.
This is not that kind of story.
She stands besides her sister, who is fidgeting nervously, and calculatedly takes in the nation standing in their foyer.
She hasn't seen many Asian men in her life, but she supposes that he is almost handsome, not horrible to look at least. His hair is short and a shade or two darker than Lithuania's but it is messy and sticks out at odd angles.
Had she known him better, or at all really, she would have said that his eyes were the color of freshly brewed coffee. But she doesn't know him nor does she want to, so she categorizes them under 'brown'. He is much taller than her, but not as tall as brother but he looks painfully skinny under his bright blue jacket.
(Which Ivan quickly takes away, he hates the color blue.)
'At least he's no stranger to hunger. He'll fit in just fine with the rest of us.' A nagging part of her quips. Natalia grits her teeth in an attempt to beat the traitorous thought back.
Ukraine doesn't know what has upset her, but she takes her hand in hopes of calming her down.
Belarus glares at the ground for the rest of the introductions.