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I jumped through older brother's window. He's so shy he locked my out. I forced a smile on my face. "Older Brother? Are we playing hide and seek again, older brother?" I called seductively or at least tried to. I forced a giggle from my lips. "Well, okay then….but you know I never give up til I win~!" I called as I started to search the house for older brother.
The Russian man was hiding in his closet blue from not breathing and tears in his eyes. Why couldn't his little Sister just leave him alone? He really didn't love her that way. The Russian waited for the Belarusian to leave his bedroom before locking it shut and calling his older sister hoping she would help him.
The Ukraine girl with big boobies sighed as she went to pick up the phone. "Zdravstvuy̆te, yak ya mozhu vam dopomohty?" I answered in my native tounge.
"Older Sister! I need your help! Belarus is here and—Ah!"
The Ukrainian strained to hear, but from what she heard before the line went dead was, 'found you, older brother.' And many a screams. The Ukrainian gasped and quickly called the one person who Belarus seemed to listen to.
The American was ignoring the fact that he may be in lo—he may be enjoyed the beautiful Belarusian's time, but…he…he couldn't…be…in love with her….right? The American groaned before hiding his red face into his hands. What kind of hero gets so worked up over someone…saying he l—loved…. The American gulped. Damn….rule number three in the hero handbook; no lying…fine….I….I love Belarus….a lot…but it doesn't matter being a Hero is first….falling in love second.
The American and English man jumped a little as the American phone blasted a song about Hamburgers came on. The English man glared his little ex-brother accusingly. "A song about…hamburgers…really brat?" The English man asked annoyed.
The American shrugged as he answered his phone, not looking at the Caller Id…because Caller Id was for British men with sticks up their butts. "Yo, Alfred F. Jones, Hero of all, What you need?"
"Hello, America?"
"Yeah, that's me." The American said confused on who was calling him.
"It is me, Ukraine, Belarus's older sister."
The American felt his heart skip a beat. Was Belarus in trouble? "Ah! Yes what's wrong?" He asked hiding his worry with confusion.
"Ah! Well, Belarus went to my little brother's Russia's home and she will not listen to me…I was hoping you may be able to get her…is that alright?"
The American hung up quickly not answering the Ukrainian or listening to anything else she had to say. All he heard was Belarus and Russia's home. And for some reason that pissed the American off. That pissed him off big time.
"Brat?" The English man asked as his ex-little brother put on his heavy jacket. He winched when the American slammed the door shut. The English man sighed as he took a sip of his tea. "You love her so bloody more than you wish to admit, brat."
I forcefully smiled at older brother trying to get him to stay still. He was so shy. Trying to play keep away from me, right?
England sighed, "Belarus stop being around Russia, and I will handle the rest. America…." England seemed disgusted with the words that came out of his mouth. "Help Belarus become a proper young lady…"
America smiled, "But Bel~ already is~!"
I frowned a little. He wasn't joking with me…he always wanted to help me…he was the only one who never gave up that I had a chance with older brother. I watched as older brother ran away….just like always…I heard the front door slam shut and older brother's car 'rrrooom' off. I was alone…again…
The American rushed to the 'Commie Bastard's' house as quick as he could. He was pissed to see the Russian racing path him to get away just as quickly as he was going. The American growled. Bastard…..
The American quickly jumped out of his car and slammed the door open. "BEL~ YOU HERE?"
My eyes widened as I heard that scream. America? What….how? I felt tears form in my eyes. No! Men would never marry a crybaby.
"BEL~?" America called as he entered the room I was in. He made a weak smile at me…and…and that was it….I broke…I was never going to get married. I cried….I fucking cried…and in front of America too.
"D-dammit…." I whispered as I tried to wipe my tears away.
"Bel~?" The American asked worried. Why was she crying? Was she really hurt? The American never had to deal with a girl….crying before…The American sighed and for once did what he thought was right…not what he had seen from the movies. He hugged the Belarusian tightly. "You know it's okay to cry…that bastard doesn't know what he's missing…because if he did he would catch you while he can."
My eyes widened. He was hugging me….what the….I put my hand on my knife ready to stab the bastard so badly that… "You know it's okay to cry…that bastard doesn't know what he's missing…because if he did he would catch you while he can."
It's…okay…to cry? I bit my lip as more tears fell from my eyes. My hand once again moved away from my knife…Fine….but…only this once…I hugged America back tightly crying my eyes out….oh, how long I've wanted to do this…and someone….is finally telling me it's okay….and for once I feel….safe….why did America's arms make me feel that way…
But…it doesn't matter….it…I have to win older brother's heart…this is just one moment of weakness it won't happen again…promise…
The American bit his lip. He had to be a Hero….Hero first, love second…The American held his breath…. Hero first, love second…Hero first…
The American let the Belarusian with lovely small petite body go a little.
…Love second….
The American slowly wiped the tears from the Belarusian's stone, cold blue eyes, that to the American made him feel so warm inside.
…Hero second…
The American took the Belarusian in his hands gently from her platinum blonde hair that was as pure and soft as snow. He slowly pulled her in for a soft kiss from her small, pink lips.
…Love first…
The American pulled the Belarusian closer to him finally feeling like he had made the right choice in a long time. He was in love and right now that was all that mattered to him. He'd give up everything for the Belarusian…even being a hero…
Zdravstvuy̆te , yak ya mozhu vam dopomohty ?=Hello, How may I help you?
