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My eyes widened. W-what the… What am I doing! I pushed America away shocked by my own actions. I had kissed him back. I…I wasn't being faithful to older brother….I….

My eyes moved to America's and suddenly I felt like….like… I frowned and shook my head. "I must go." I said as I ran outside. I felt like I was loved.


The American quickly got up and ran after the Belarusian. Her eyes….her eyes held a feeling in them! And it was a feeling he had seen in all the heroines in his movies! She…she was considering him. Belarus was considering him instead of Commie Bastard! He had a chance! And as a hero; he took all chances…even when they may only be 5% positive the chance would work. A hero took all chances; rule 28.


I ran into my house. I shivered seeing my house's inside. So bare, so empty. Slowly my fingers unconsciously touched my lips. America had just given me my first kiss. Why didn't I stab him? Didn't I love only older brother? Didn't I only want older brother to marry me?

I forced my face to go numb. I broke already….no more breaking down. No man would want to marry a crybaby….except….America….

I shook my head. I was going crazy. Crying…kissing…someone other than older brother! I threw my knife to a random wall. I was breathing heavily and punched the wall next to me. What was I thinking! Kissing America and not stabbing him to hell; where he belonged!


The American stopped running after the Belarusian when his phone rang. What now!

The American sighed as he answered it. "Yo, Alfred here? What you need?"

"….Are you sick, brat?"

The American sighed again. "No…it's just…" The American stopped not knowing how to explain what had just happened.

"You kissed Belarus?"

"DUDE! HOW'D YOU KNOW?" The American asked amazed.

"Lucky guess…come back to the hotel as soon as possible."

"But…" The American glanced to where the Belarusian ran off to.

"As soon as possible, brat! We have an issue, Okay?"

The American tilted his head. "Well, dude…you aren't the only one with an issue….Dude? What could be so horrible that you need me to come over? I have other issues to take care of."

"BLOODY HELL IF YOU DON'T COME OVER NOW—YOU WON'T HAVE ANY BLOODY ISSUES—YOU'LL BE BLOODY DEAD!"

The American tilted his head before sighing loudly. He looked away…

Hero first….

"BRAT?"

"Yeah, yeah….I'm coming—take out that stick out of your ass sometimes…damn I still wonder why Germany hasn't killed you yet." The American joked lightly as he walked back to his car.

Love second….


I growled as I took my knife out of the wall. Only here five seconds and already my knife is losing its sharpness. Damn… I looked around the emty house that was my own.

I threw my knives on my desk in my plain room. I glared at my Russia doll. "Dammit!" I took the doll into my hands. "Why won't you marry me Older Brother! Why must you be such a—a jerk!" I chucked my older brother doll to the wall and listened as it said, 'YA lyublyu tebya sestrenka'

I moved towards my bed. No man would want a crybaby as a wife….but…then…why? Why had America…? I just… don't understand anything anymore…Why did I….not stop it? I don't know….I…just…don't…know…

My eyes closed as I fell onto my bed to go to sleep. I'd figure everything out in the morning.


The American walked into the hotel to see his ex-brother next to…

The American glared and he felt his body tense. No….hell no! What is he doing here?

"Privet, Amerika…you seem to be getting very close to my little sister, da?" The Russian said smiling like a child.

The American growled. "Why should it concern you, Commie Bastard?"

"Ah? Because…I'm thinking about marrying her…maybe I'll ask her at midnight at the Ball…Da, that sounds good." The Russian said in a cold tone.

The American's eyes widen. "But—"

"But what? This is what you wanted, da…to be the hero and now you'll be able to."

The American glared at the ground; his knuckles becoming white. What was he suppose to do? What could he do? Belarus would be so happy to have her 'older brother' take her hand in marriage…but… "Fine…" The American said in defeat.

He would never stop loving her….


YA lyublyu tebya sestrenka=I love you little sister

Privet, Amerika=Hello, America

Da=Yes