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I stared at my sister's house. She'd probably freak if she saw me in such an adult dress. I glared at the open window on the second floor. I cracked my fingers and stared to climb on the vines to the window. Just like I did to sneak into older brother's room sometimes.

But…my mind kept going back to that stupid America! Why? Why won't he leave my thoughts alone…I hate asking for help…but I want America out of my head! Now!

The American stared at the wall in front of him. Maybe she wouldn't come back…No, he couldn't think like that!

"You know…I never thought I'd get to have this talk with you." The American turned to see his Ex-older brother sit next to him.

"Talk to me about what, Iggy?" The American asked confused.

"Falling in love…" The English man answered a small smile on his lips.

The American shook his head. He wasn't falling in love with anyone. A hero couldn't allow themselves to fall in love. He didn't even know how to fall in love with someone. Iggy was just being crazy again.

"Brat, you're in love with that crazy psycho, Belarus."

The American glared the English man. "SHE IS NOT A CRAZY PSYCHO!" He yelled.

"Right, right…forgive me…but…you are in love with her…" The English man said smiling a little.

"No….I'm…just helping her win Commie Bastard's….heart…" The American glared the ground feeling a wave of anger. Why was he angry? Because Commie Bastard was going to have a nice girl like Belarus? The American blushed at the thought.

"Brat…in one week, there will be a ball at Ukraine's home and…I think you should think about your feelings for Belarus in that time…I'll help her win Russia's heart…but…I'm going to tell you this…Once she's Russia…You won't be able to win her back…or at all even…you need to make a decision…and I cannot help you out this mess you made. I really cannot, Brat…" The English man explained softly.

"….No, I promised to help Bel~…and I will not allow to take a hero's job from me!" The American announced upset that his ex-brother would be so cruel into not even letting him see this through. He knew the cost of being a hero, but if Belarus was happy in the end he would care! Not at all!

I quickly looked around for any sign of my sister or drumming sounds; when I found none I quickly changed into the pink dress. It really was…ugly….and childish… I shook my head and fixed my hair with the lighter, colorful bow.

For older brother…..for older brother….I walked down stairs to see Sister….writing? What was older sister doing? It wasn't her work day.

"Older sister?" I called.

She turned to me and smiled her gentle smile. "Welcome home, Belarus…are you hungry?"

"No, I'm not…" I answered softly.

"Oh, I like the new dress…did you get it from America?" Older asked innocently, but when she spoke of that man's name I felt millions of knifes stab my chest.

Of course I didn't let it show, but the pain was still there. "….Yes….he got it from Poland."

"I see…" Older sister said still smiling. "You know…I'm holding a ball next week…I could make you a dress…so you wouldn't have to spend many dollars on another dress."

"…." I stared outside not answering my sister. I didn't really care. "I'm going to older brother's house to cook him dinner…I need ingredients." I notice my Sister's face drop quickly. Why did she look….broken?

"….I'm sorry….I won't help you anymore…."

I turned to my sister wide eyes. "What?" I asked. She was going against me too? No way!

"….I….I am sorry Belarus…." Sister said softly tears falling from her eyes. I felt my body start to shake. Out of everyone…I never thought my own sister would go against t me.

I frowned. No man wanted a cry baby as a wife. "Fine….I did not need your help anyway…good bye…." I said walking away. Now I can officially say everyone is against me being with older brother….maybe even myself….