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Chapter 7: England

England had forgiven the Belarussian woman for snipping off the heads of a few of his roses and poking holes in his hose. He too, had clipped them off once before out of anger and frustration. She'd denied doing so but couldn't tell him who'd done it if it wasn't her. England chalked it up to her not wanting him to terminate their agreement prematurely. They only had two more days left.

So England bought a new hose, the other one was old anyway, knives, frozen pork, beans and some lace for Belarus's dress. He was almost finished with the dress he was making for her. He had only ever seen her in the navy blue dress she currently had on, it had been given to her by Russia, and he felt she could use another one.

England hoped she would wear it, at least to a World Meeting. England felt blush warm his cheeks at the thought of Belarus wearing something he'd made himself. Why am I going through all of this anyway? She probably won't accept it because it's not from Russia. Why did Belarus have such strong feelings for Russia anyway? They're siblings for fuck's sake!

England clenched his fist, holding the grocery bags, as he made his way towards the back door. Then England shook his head.

Am I jealous of Russia?

Calm down, the dress is a...a parting gift, an appreciative gesture for all of the housework she's done. Then Belarus will be gone; everything will be back to how it was before, and you can get over this silly little crush you have because no one in their right mind would ever be in love with Belarus.

England stepped through the backdoor. He noticed Belarus was in the kitchen sweeping the glass pieces of a broken plate into a dustpan. "There was an intruder." She said without looking up from her task. Her voice was flat.

"An intruder? Are you ok?" England asked, dropping his bags and rushing over to her. His eyebrows were furrowed in worry. He placed a hand on her chin, tilted her head up, and lightly turned her head to each side to inspect for any cuts or bruises.

Seeing none he let her go. She looked at him, her face pulled into a frown. "Force of habit! You're obviously capable of looking after yourself!" England's eyes widened in realization. He backed up and grabbed the groceries. Then he placed them on the counter. "You know, with the colonies and all that. I guess I still have parental instincts." England laughed nervously, feeling his face warm several degrees with blush.

God, I'm a basket case. She could've chopped my hand clean off for touching her.

"I'm fine. It seemed as though they did not steal anything. I tried to catch them but they were too fast for me." Belarus said looking at him then.

"Alright well at least you're ok." England said, taking out the beans and frozen pork. He put the pork and beans in the freezer.

"I did manage to stab him though. He still has one of my knives lodged in his fucking leg." She said as an afterthought

"Well I got the new ones like you'd asked." England said, handing her the four piece kitchen knife set.

"These are not the knives I wanted but I could still use them. I usually prefer utility knives." Belarus said, expressionless as usual.

Of course. Like she really carried around cutlery. Way to go idiot.

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England found his white shirts had turned grey and a few had black stains, upon taking them out of the dryer. "Belarus did you separate the darks and whites?" England said, inspecting the now dry shirts.

"I did. Is there something wrong?" He heard the soft click of her Mary Jane's on the wooden floor as she approached him.

"Something dark must've still been in the wash with the whites." England pulled out the clothes from the dryer and was surprised to find a black sock.

Is that mine?

"I don't remember seeing that sock in the pile." Belarus said peering around the British male. England looked at her then, feeling her presence close to him.

"Maybe you missed it." England said looking back at the sock. England felt her press herself gently up against him. She grabbed the sock from him.

"It looks like Lithuania's sock." She said, inspecting it. England's cheeks were probably red.

"How would you know that?" England sputtered, stepping back from her.

"I've been around Lithuania enough to know if he leaves his clothes around." Belarus narrowed her eyes. "I have to know if he's been in mine or Big Brother's home." She continued.

"Has Lithuania ever been in your home without you being there?" England asked.

"No, but he has been over to Big Brother's house more times than I've liked! He gets invited over, but not me!" Belarus frowned, clenching the sock in her fist.

"Belarus, I may be mad for saying this but I don't think it's right for Russia to completely cut you out of his life." England said to Belarus who looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. "But Belarus you have to understand, your behavior doesn't make him want to be around you. You just want to spend time with him, right?"

"Yes, more than anything. I want to spend every waking moment with Big Brother. I love him so much!" Belarus said, her eyes widened, and were more unfocused. England was a bit frightened at how deranged she looked just then.

"Don't try so hard. Tone it town with the marriage talk, give him some space."

"But these are all the things I want, to be close to him and marry him. How will he know that I love him if I don't tell him or show him?"

"If you act like you don't care about him, he'll be more inclined to talk to you."

"That is stupid." Belarus said point blank.

"What you've been doing has worked so far?" England said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

"I haven't tried hard enough." Belarus said a bit quietly.

England's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. His patience was growing thin, his temper was getting the best of him. He wanted to tell her the entire endeavor was pointless. Russia would never reciprocate her feelings because they're siblings and they'd all agreed in the past few centuries or so incest was taboo! But no, deranged people never listened to reason! She would keep trying for millennia because in her sick and twisted mind, Russia needed convincing. There was always a chance she could change his mind no matter how many times he refused her advances.

"Belarus, you've been saying you want to marry Russia and that you love him for centuries now and he's always tried to stay as far away from you as possible! You've actively pursued Russia to the point he'd have to be deaf not to know your feelings! Would it hurt to try something different?" England explained, gripping her shoulders, and looking into her eyes.

Belarus looked down, gripping one of his fingers, and snapping it out of place. "Fine, I'll try."

"Ouch!" He said, before letting go of her.

Right, I should really stop touching her.

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England woke up the next day to Belarus standing over his bed. "Could you summon Russia for me again, please?" England flinched, gripping his bedsheets.

"What? Why?"

"I want to show him I've changed."

"By forcing him to come here?" England asked skeptically,raising an eyebrow.

"He would never willingly come see me."

"What about the next world meeting, you'll see him then."

"I just want to talk to him nation to nation. You could be there, I'll handcuff myself to a table or something just to show him I mean no harm."

England sighed, "Alright, but this is the last time. Russia could very well harm me to the point of almost death."

"I'm willing to take that risk." She said, her stare becoming more intense.

England crossed his arms, "How you have the capacity to love anyone, let alone Russia is beyond me."

England and Belarus got up and got dressed for the day.

England went to his basement, down the cobblestone steps, and past the many shelves filled with magical ingredients, potions, and ancient text books. The light casted a ominous green glow just bright enough to see in front of them. Belarus followed behind.

England grabbed his spell book from a shelf and stood in front of the summoning circle that was larger than the one he'd drawn at Belarus's house. England flipped to the correct page for demon summoning.

Belarus stood a ways back, watching the circle intently.

England began his chant. Words of ancient Gaelic left his lips before he ended with a list of names, "...DumbleDora the explora!" The circle emitted a dark purple aura, England felt the rumbling of the earth beneath his feet again.

And then he saw that mop of platinum blond hair. "You called?" Russia asked with a smile. His mouth turned into a frown as he shifted his gaze to England.

It was murderous.

England's eyes widened as Russia's upper body started to appear. "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol." Echoed off the basement walls and his aura was a dark purple color. His gaze was still on England, who felt Belarus's presence beside him, as Russia's waist was now visible. England could feel a chill go down his spine.

"R-Russia, Belarus wanted to talk to you." England said in as clear of a tone as he could but it probably came out as a squeak. This only caused the mantra to get louder until Russia stood before them, fully out of the circle. England's palms were sweaty, and his fear amplified their height difference. Russia towered over England, taking a few steps toward him before he gripped his neck. Strangling as a greeting must run in the family. England felt himself being lifted off the ground. He clawed at Russia's hands.

"Big brother! I just want to talk! Please!" Russia seemed to notice that Belarus was there.

"Belarus!" He stiffened. Russia looked ready to run. Belarus laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. His eyes held fear, and England's vision darkened around the edges.

Russia let him slip from his fingers. England slumped to the floor, gasping for air. "R-Russia S-stay." England pleaded weakly, still catching his breath.

Russia looked between them and the door probably weighing his options. Could he outrun Belarus? There was no cab waiting for him this time. "What do you want from me!?" Russia asked, frightened and in a panic. England got back up.

"I want you to marry me! Marry me! Marry–" Belarus started chanting, her eyes losing focus before England covered her mouth. Russia hid his mouth in his scarf, ducking his head like a turtle retreating into his shell.

"Russia I'll make some tea for the three of us in the backyard. I'll handcuff Belarus to the table so she can't get you. She just wants to spend some time with you. You're siblings, you want to be on good terms, right?" He could feel Belarus nod eagerly under his hand. Russia looked unsure, his eyes flickering between him and Belarus.

"I do. I-I'll have tea if you keep her away!"

And so that was how England, Russia, and Belarus were crowded around the small white table in his backyard.

He fixed them all camomile, hopefully to calm Russia of his fear and Belarus of her eagerness. Russia was not at all the confident, cunning, relentless, and dominating presence he usually was in any other situation. England felt a bit bad for him. Belarus's wrist was handcuffed to the chair, and her ankle was to the table. Russia was free to bolt whenever he saw fit. His cup shook a bit as he brought it to his lips.

"Big Brother, I am upset you never invite me to your house like you do Lithuania."

"If I did that you'd never leave." It held a bit of malice but if you'd heard it, the confidence level held anxiousness.

"I would have to leave sometimes. I still have my duties as a nation. But if you married me, we could live together forever!" Belarus leaned over the table as she said "forever." Her mouth wide in a smile, showing him her teeth. Russia made a little squeak like noise in surprise. He looked over at England, trembling in his seat.

"Belarus." She looked at him so fast, he almost wanted to leave too. Her stare was intense. England gripped her arm. "Sit back down." He said, voice firm. She gripped the edge of the table, deep frown on her face and sat back down like she was told.

It's like I'm dealing with a wolf and a rabbit.

"I have something for you." Belarus said, digging out the handkerchief England made. She handed it to him. He'd given it to her a few days ago, having forgotten about her asking for it on the train to her house.

Russia took it hesitantly. "Blagodaryu vas." He said.

Silence fell over the three like a blanket before Belarus spoke up again after a long stretch of staring into nothingness.

"I just thought of something funny. England told me to tell everyone about his cooking, so I'll tell you Big Brother. He tried to cook stew but he let it boil over! He read the cook time as 90 minutes instead of 60 minutes! And we had to clean off the walls. It was a mess! How do you mess up stew?" Belarus told Russia who peaked his mouth above his scarf.

Russia had a small smile on his face. "I do not know. Did you eat any of it?" He asked, concerned.

"No way! I didn't want to fucking die! Who knows what kind of poison this son of a bitch put in the stew! We had Chinese food." England wondered how she could tell a story that she thought was humorous without smiling at all.

"I didn't poison the stew! I put vegetables in it like everyone else does!" England crossed his arms with a huff but was secretly delighted when he saw Russia let out a giggle.

"Have you ever had China cook for you?" Russia asked his sister. She shook her head. "It is delicious. I'll ask him to make extras for you the next time I visit him. Then maybe we could share it together."

"Yes I would like that!" Belarus nodded eagerly.

"Could you come also, England? I don't trust her alone with me yet, da." It would take a lot out of his travel budget to go to Russia but then England thought about himself and America. He had a soft spot for sibling relationships. This was the first time he'd ever seen them interacting peacefully. He didn't want to mess that up. And the immature, selfish part of his brain was delighted at the prospect of being able to spend more time with Belarus.

Oh no.

"Sure, I'll have to pull some strings but I'll manage." Russia nodded.

The trio finished their tea shortly after. Russia caught Belarus up on how their sister Ukraine was doing and then Russia got up.

"Well England I would like you to send me back to my own home, da." England got up too.

"Alright. I'll uncuff you after I send Russia home, Belarus." Belarus nodded. "Goodbye Big Brother!" She waved frantically and blew kisses at him as Russia walked towards his house. Russia gave her a timid wave before hurriedly turning back and going into the house. England followed.

They walked to the basement and went down the steps. Russia pulled out his pipe, and held it under his chin. Russia smiled, sickeningly sweet and childlike . This was the Russia he was used to.

"England I will not hesitate to break all of your bones if you summon me for Belarus again." His tone was cold, and serious. "I should bash your head in for doing it this time but you have brought my sister and I together. We have not had a rational conversation in a few decades. So thank you." Russia straightened up and patted his head.

"I-I understand Russia." England nodded his head like a marionette on a string.

"Good." He nodded.

Russia went over and stood on the summoning circle. England grabbed the spell book and flipped to the reverse incantation. He said the ancient Gaelic that caused the circle to glow.

"Well I will be seeing you." Russia said as the summoning circle swallowed him, taking him back home. England shuttered.

England went back outside with the keys to unlock the handcuffs from Belarus's wrist and ankle. He kneeled down to unlock the ankle cuff.

"Oh England! You've made me so happy!" She exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. Her arms were wrapped around him so tight he almost couldn't breathe.

Briefly he felt a soft brush of her lips on his cheek and could assume Belarus had kissed him.

England felt his face get hot, he could also feel her breasts pressing against his chest.

What is wrong with me?!

"W-Will you l-let go of me!" England protested, squirming as more of her body heat was passed to him. She let go of him.

"Sorry. It's just that for the first time Big Brother looked like he enjoyed spending time with me and we're going to spend time together again! And it's all thanks to you!" England felt his ego inflate just a bit.

"Well I just did what any handsome gentleman would do for a lady in need." He said with a wave of his hand. "I couldn't just let you and Russia be on bad terms forever."

"I'm going to go pack my things." She said, back to her expressionless and uncaring attitude.

England stood stunned, his face was hot to the tips of his ears. Belarus had kissed him.

Belarus.

England could not push his feelings down any longer, although he tried to fight them off. She'd fed the flames of his burning desire and they only grew hotter. They consumed him to the point of insistence, they made him pay attention.

I must be out of my mind.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Criticism Welcome.

Translations: Blagodaryu vas-Thank you.