America wouldn't talk to Russia after the stunt he pulled. Russia wouldn't mind her not talking for a couple of hours(he welcomed it) , but after three days of solitude he started to worry. He didn't think she would get this upset. He had to try and get her talking again.

America walked into the living room, eyeing Russia warily. She didn't know if he was up to something or not. She would have to keep her guard up just in case he was. She sat down on the far side of the couch across from Russia. The two sat in silence for a while, looking straight ahead.

"I will not apologize." Russia said, breaking the silence.

America turned and glared at him angrily.

"Why the fuck not?" She asked.

"Because I was just trying to help. You are always so angry. I thought you needed it."

"It's because of you that I'm so angry."

Russia looked at America , considerately.

"Am I that bad?" He asked.

Russia was close now and had America's full attention. He continued.

"Or are you overreacting, trying to up a barrier to keep me out? Why are you keeping me out? Are you afraid?"

Though Russia was close, America did not back away. She stood her ground.

"I' not afraid of anything, and you're crazy. Stop asking me all these weird questions."

Russia eyes looked deeply into hers and America put her head down. She hated when he looked at her like that. He knew when she was full of shit and that's why she couldn't look at him. The man had a bullshit detector and it seemed to work on her.

Softly she heard Russia say. "Yes you are. "

He tilted her chin up so she was looking at him. He continued.

"But you do not need to be. Why don't you just calm down and let yourself be cared for."

"By you?"

"Yes. Just give me a chance."

America was dazed. Russia used to hate her, used to be her enemy, but now he was here asking her to be more. Could she be more with him? She didn't love him, but she didn't hate him anymore either.

America looked at the anxious Russian. She let out the breath she had been holding.

"I-I don't know."

Russia placed his hand on hers. "Don't make your decision so quickly. Think for a while, we can go slow."

"Fine, but only if we go slow and you have to be good."

Russia smiled and nodded. "Da, I can be good."

America rolled her eyes.

The next two weeks were good for Russia. Slowly, America seemed to loosen up a bit and only became angry when he insulted her lower intelligence. Of course she still called him names when he was 'being creepy', but other than that everything was going well.

America sat in the big comfy chair in Russia's living room, holding her knees. Things were going fine with Russia being nice and all, but America can't help but feel trapped. Like a caged animal. She wants to go home and sit in the sun. Not sit alone in a big scary house surrounded by snow. America sighed. She really wished she was home right now, maybe then she could think straight.

A knock on the door sounded. America got up curious and walked to the door. Belarus was standing there, a fake smile painted on her face. America crossed her arms and glared at her.

"Bitch, what are you doing here? I thought I ran you out of town."

Belarus's smile became strained. She then looked behind America. As soon as she saw no one there, her smile disappeared.

Belarus then whispered to her harshly. "I'm here to help you, you pig."

America frowned. She knew she was getting fat, but Belarus didn't have to be a bitch about it.

"I'm pregnant, what's your excuse."

"I am not fat!"

"Keep telling yourself that."

"Do you want my help or not?"

"Your help? What can you do?"

"I can get you home."

And like that America's attitude changed.

"Belarus!" She said with a smile, extending her arms as a welcome . "Sweetheart, you should really come out of the cold."

Belarus smiled a arrogant smile and walked past America.

Russia ran down the steps.

"America!" He yelled. "What's wrong? I thought I heard you say-"

He stopped upon seeing Belarus.

"Why are you here sister?"

Belarus faked sadness.(America said 'faked' because she knew Belarus didn't have real feelings) She then walked over to America and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I came here" she said, pausing. "to apologize to America."

Russia laughed out loud. America watched silently.

"It's true." Belarus said. "America and I have already forgiven each other."

Russia looked at America.

"Is this true?" He asked.

Now it was America's turn to lie.

"Yes" She said nervously. "We hugged and everything."

Russia looked at the two for a moment.

"Alright." He said "But if you try to pull the same stunt you did last time Belarus, you are in trouble."

Belarus displayed fake shock.

"I wouldn't dream of it brother."

Russia eyed her warily.

"Of course not."

He looked at America.

"If you need me, I will be upstairs in my study."

She nodded. When he was out of sight, America held up her hand. Belarus stared at it.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"It's a high five moment. You're supposed to hit my hand with yours."

Belarus raised her hand and America slapped it. Belarus pulled her hand away and held it.

"That stings, you twit! No wonder no one likes America, your displays of happiness are violent."

"Says the woman carrying the knife."

"Silence. I have something to tell you and-"

"Why are you helping me?" America interrupted.

Belarus sighed.

"England." Was the only word she said.

"Oh."

"Now as I was saying, I have- Are you even listening to me?"

"Sorry. I'm listening now."

Belarus shook her head.

"I'm going to help you out of here, but in return leave my brother be."

"What? I can't do that. I'm carrying his child. I can't just go away forever."

Belarus stared at America.

"Very well. I'll just have to think of something else."

The two stood in silence. America looking at her feet and Belarus looking straight ahead.

"So," America began. "how long until you bust me out of here?"

"A while. I have to earn my brother's trust again. Don't fret over the plans. I have everything under control and I mean everything. So just stay out of my way."

Belarus walked away.

"Bitch." America mumbled.

Belarus turned around and glared at America.

"What?" America asked. "You are one. Don't hate me for pointing it out."

Belarus scowled and left the room.

America knew she told Russia she would try with him(and she did) ,but she desperately wanted to go home. She plopped back down on the big chair. Never in her life had she been more torn between to feelings. The first feeling was new and she didn't know what to call it, It wasn't love, but it wasn't hate either. Then there was the second feeling of being free.