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Chapter 2: The Meeting

Belarus stood in front of the meeting room doors. She flattened out her dress for creases before she tilted her nose up in poise. She straightened her bow and walked into the World Meeting room. She was wearing a maroon dress, the one a mysterious seamstress/seamster sent her.

Nations were lightly chatting amongst each other. The meeting was going to start in about ten minutes. Belarus saw Russia. She felt a spasm in her legs to run up to him. But Belarus was going to use England's advice so she restrained herself.

She walked up to Ukraine instead. "Ukraine."

"Belarus! Sweet sister, you look...different?" Ukraine tapped her chin. "I don't know what it is. Anyway I am glad to be talking to you! You usually ignore me to talk to Russia!"

"I'm wearing a different dress." Belarus said unenthused.

"Russia told me about the little tea party you two had. I'm so happy you're getting along! Maybe one day the three of us can have tea together!"

"Maybe." Belarus muttered.

Ukraine was sweet and wanted them to have a good relationship, but Belarus knew that Ukraine gave Russia the scarf he treasured. She was her competition so until they got married Belarus couldn't really trust her.

"I hope you're doing well. I haven't visited you in a while but you know the farm gets to be tough work and I forget how much time has passed."

"Yes, I'm fine."

"That's great because I worry about you little sister." Ukraine pulled her into a hug. Belarus rolled her eyes and waited until she let go.

Belarus felt that eyes were on her and turned her head to see England looking at her. England looked away from her really quickly, resuming whatever conversation he was having with Japan. The nation had a habit of staring at her, almost like Lithuania did.

Belarus shrugged it off and went over to Russia. Russia was pushing Latvia's head down when he saw her approaching. Latvia was shaking and Russia's smile turned into a frown.

His eyes were wide in fear.

"B-Belarus!"

Belarus pinches the skirt of her dress, pulling it up a bit and doing a little spin.

"You like what you see Big Brother?"

"N-no! Go away!" Russia said hurriedly.

"You're right Big Brother the most beautiful dresses are the ones you've made me. I'm only wearing it today because I want to find out who gave it to me. I'll never wear it again if it makes you unhappy."

Belarus said sitting down in her seat next to him.

Russia sat down in his seat and looked at Germany who was at the head of the meeting table. "Alright everyone we will start the World Meeting. Latvia–."

The door opened following a loud slam and everyone snapped their heads in the direction of the door.

"The Hero has arrived! Your day has gotten a million times better, you're welcome." America said before strolling to his seat. "You may continue, Germany." America said, sitting down.

"Glad you are joining us today America." Germany said, to the annoying nation before turning to everyone else.

"Latvia please come up to the podium, it is your turn to host." Latvia was sitting between Ukraine and Lithuania. Latvia got up and made his way to the podium.

"I want everyone to pay attention! No distractions!" Germany yelled before Latvia cleared his throat.

Belarus immediately tuned him out. She only listened when Russia was at the podium. Belarus briefly wondered why she came to these boring meetings. They never talked about anything interesting. But then she remembered that Russia was here and this was the only time she would see him.

Russia was paying attention to Latvia. Belarus admired Russia's platinum blond hair, perfectly placed upon his head. She wished she could run her fingers through the fine strands. She also

wanted to touch his soft pale skin that easily burned in the sun.

Belarus frowned, remembering that Lithuania got to spread sunscreen on Russia's back when the nation's had their vacation/ World Meeting in Cuba last year. Belarus volunteered but Russia ran from her and asked Lithuania instead. Russia even refused to do her back. She had to begrudgingly ask Ukraine to spread sunscreen on her instead.

Maybe this summer Russia will let me and vice versa when we go to Italy for the World Meeting .

Belarus sighed, it wasn't fair that she was in love with someone so perfect. She loved everything about her brother, his soft childlike face, his sweet laugh, his innocence, and even his violent nature. She loved that Russia wasn't a pushover and got anyone to do whatever he wanted just by being himself. They were both alike in so many ways and she didn't understand how he didn't see that they were soul mates.

Belarus felt eyes on her again, burning her with an intensity that was foreign to her. Belarus furrowed her eyebrows and snapped her head in the direction she assumed it was coming from. She found herself looking at England again. England turned back towards Latvia.

Could he have made the dress?

It was a possibility. Belarus was going to ask him during the snack break.

Belarus then heard her phone ping. Belarus pulled out her phone and saw some pictures from France. They were of her and England.

What if Big Brother saw these? She knew that they were taken out of context. She frowned, almost cracking her phone in the process. Her new objective was to confront France about the pictures. The last thing she needed was Russia thinking she liked England in a romantic sense.

Germany dismissed them for a break. She was going to confront France but he was talking to England and then Lithuania was over there too.

"Belarus, is that a different dress?" Poland asked her. Belarus thought Poland was annoying but he took up Lithuania's time so he wasn't all bad.

"Yes Poland, I got it in the mail. Did you make it for me?"

"No way, girl I don't have the patience to make clothes. It's cute. I always thought you could use a bit more color in your life."

"I'm only wearing it for today. Big brother does not like it so I will get rid of it."

"I don't think I could live my life the way you do. I care about myself too much," Poland said with a wave of his hand. "But I'm sure you could ask Italy or France, they like that kind of stuff," he continued.

"Ask me what?" Italy asked, appearing beside them with a slice of pizza in his hand. He turned to Belarus, "Oh Belarus I didn't know you had more clothes! That dress is so pretty on you!" If it were possible Italy's voice raised another octave with how excited he was. "If you didn't carry those scary knives or look like you could kill me, I'd ask you out, bella!"

"You didn't make this dress, did you?"

Italy shook his head, "Nope."

He bit into his slice of pizza, "But whoever did, sure did a good job!"

Belarus noticed that Lithuania and England had left the room together.

Good, now I can go talk to France.

The nation was already in the snack room grabbing some cheese. "France." Belarus hissed at the other nation. France looked up from his cheese and raised his eyebrows. He smiled.

"Belarus, as beautiful and radiant as ever. You're wearing a different dress! That is fantastic, I thought those old rags Russia made you–."

Belarus by then had walked up to France and pulled his collar. She held a knife up to his throat.

"I thought we had a deal. I didn't tell England you were at his house and you don't tell Russia I was at England's cleaning."

"I-I didn't!"

"Don't lie to me! What about these pictures? Don't you think he'll know once he sees them!?"

France let out a nervous chuckle. "I didn't send them to Russia. If he sees them, just explain the misunderstanding. Russia knows you are in love with him, non?"

"Do you know my brother at all?!" Belarus grabbed a fist full of his hair.

"Oww! My beautiful and sexy hair is not to be treated this way!" France whined.

"If Russia so much as thinks I'm not in love with him I will slice your head clean off of your neck!" She stared at him with a furious intensity.

"He won't! Je promets! C'est une blague! He'll think it's funny because there's no way you'd like the Black Sheep!" France said with a smile, before his features morphed into one of surprise. "Unless…"

Belarus yanked France's hair back causing him to hit his head against the wall with a loud thump! France winced in pain.

"He better think it's a fucking joke you bastard." Belarus said letting his hair go and lowering her knife. She swiftly turned and walked away from him.

She almost bumped into someone coming into the snack room. "B-Belarus!" England said, shocked to see her.

"Out of my way Tea Drinker." Belarus narrowed her eyes. He was the last person she wanted to see at this particular moment.

England stepped back, "You don't have to be so rude." He said crossing his arms. Belarus pushed past him and went back into the meeting room.

How dare France question her loyalty and devotion to Russia!

Belarus tuned everyone out again when the meeting resumed. She had no interest in changing seats, she was next to her beloved Russia and there was no need to change that.

Soon the meeting was over.

Belarus saw Lithuania and England talking outside the meeting building, she was going to ask the other nation about the dress when she remembered that she was supposed to tell everyone about his terrible cooking. In her own way she'd be getting back at the Englishman for deviating her feelings just minimally from Russia.

Belarus told Lithuania the story before going over to the 5 Scandinavian countries that called themselves the Nordics.

"Belarus!" The tall annoying one known as Denmark said. "What a surprise!" He continued. "You snagged Russia yet or is he still playing hard to get?" The tall annoying one nudged her, a bright smile on his face. The blond hat wearing one known as Norway stomped on his foot. "Ouch Nor! You didn't have to do that! Why are you so mean?"

"Belarus! It's nice you came to talk to us. What did you want to say? Denmark is a bit overbearing, would you excuse him please?" Santa Claus or Finland said, giving her his attention. The tall glasses wearing one known as Sweden nodded in agreement.

Belarus relayed the story of England burning their dinner and then eating Chinese food, once again. Unlike Lithuania, the Nordics found the story amusing, and she even got a small smile out of the tall glasses wearing one. They all commented on how pretty she looked in her new dress but to her disappointment none of them made it.

Belarus was going back to wait with Russia when she bumped into America. "Yo, Belarus nice dress! I thought you only owned like one, I'm glad you're not a hobo." He grinned.

"I know you didn't make this dress, hamburger eater."

"Damn right I didn't, do I look like a girl? Are you trying to find out who made it?" Belarus nodded. "Did you ask–."

"Lady Belarus! Your dress, it's different." Lithuania interrupted, approaching them. Belarus furrowed her eyebrows and ignored him.

"Hamburger eater, you want to hear a funny story?" She asked the other nation.

"Yeah shoot! I love a good funny story!" He said.

Belarus relayed the story of England burning their dinner and then eating Chinese food, once again. America laughed loud and boisterous.

"Holy shit. You didn't eat any did you?" Belarus shook her head as America wiped a tear from his eye. "Good."

"Now that you both are through talking, Belarus, did Russia make you a new dress? Where's your old one?" Lithuania spouted frantically.

"Whoa Liet my dude, calm down." America said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Hamburger eater did you have a suggestion on who the dressmaker could be?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah!" He snapped his fingers. "It's probably–."

"Me! I did it!" Lithuania said, suddenly.

"No, I don't think so," Belarus shook her head.

"Yeah...let me look at the ruffles on the collar…" America said squinting his eyes and leaning in close to her to get a closer look. "England. It's definitely him."

"How are you so sure?" Lithuania asked him, his expression anxious.

"Dude, England used to make majority of my fucking clothes when I was younger. If anyone would know, it would be me." He said, slightly annoyed.

"Belarus, what about Mr. Russia?" Lithuania asked her.

Belarus gripped her knife. She felt her hands trembling in rage.

"Pfft. What about that Commie bastard? Did you see the pictures France took?"

Belarus wanted to stab someone, scream, shout, anything. She was frustrated with all of the questioning and doubt she got. She loved Russia and only Russia! Didn't she explain that plainly enough?

And before anyone could say anything else, Belarus slashed her knife across America's throat. America coughed blood in her face as it filled his mouth. He stared at her, blue eyes wide, as he brought his hands to his throat. He slumped to his knees as more blood covered his fingers. Belarus stared, not really reacting. "Mr. America!" Lithuania gasped leaning down to catch the now passed out nation.

That'll show everyone not to question my love for Russia.

A/N: Thank you for Reading! Criticism Welcome

Translations:

Je promets!-I promise!

C'est une blague!-It's a joke!