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Chapter 3: Dreams of A Dressmaker

Belarus was back to wearing her blue dress the next two meetings in Latvia.

Belarus was in her hotel room, sitting on the edge of her bed. Half of the nations who came to the meetings usually stayed in the same hotel together. The dress was now in her hands, she planned on burning it later.

She had the cardboard box on her head. She had one question. Why? Why would England make her a dress? It was not her birthday and she'd already gotten the handkerchief from him. What greater purpose did it serve?

"Stop thinking about it. It is a stupid dress, my counterpart hated it so you should destroy it." Imaginary Russia said appearing beside her on the bed.

He's right.

"But it's such a nice dress. Everyone complimented how great you looked in it." Imaginary England said leaning against the door of her bedroom.

Belarus narrowed her eyes at him. "The only opinion that matters is Big Brother's."

"Are you saying that if he liked the dress you would've kept it even though my real counterpart made it?" He said pushing off from against the door and approaching her.

"Yes, if it makes Big Brother happy."

"What about you?"

"If Russia is happy then I am happy, unless he wants to be with someone else, that I will not allow." Belarus crossed her arms.

"I think you want to keep the dress." He said standing in front of her.

"N-no! I don't." She leaned.

"You sound uncertain." He said, his smile malicious and vile.

Why has my mind created such a monster?

Belarus shook her head. She wanted to hold Imaginary Russia's hand but he had pulled away from her. She looked at him for a source of comfort but the imaginary nation looked at her with utter repulsion and disdain. His eyes were cold and had lost their warmth.

"You said he wouldn't be back Belarus." He said to her.

Belarus was scared, she didn't want to lose him too. He was part of her imagination for God's sake. Belarus let out a scream, she wanted Imaginary England to go away.

Nothing is changing, everything is the same! So why is he here?

Belarus pulled the box off of her head and threw it at him, but of course it just went through him and hit the wall behind him.

"I hate you!" She screamed at the imaginary nation in front of her. He leaned down and delicately placed a hand on her cheek.

"We're not enemies Belarus."

"If I get rid of this dress, I'll get rid of you!" Belarus was about to get up to find a lighter when she heard a light knock on her door.

She stomped over to the door and opened it, without checking who it was. "I'm busy, go away!" She said, going to shut the door again.

"God woman, I was just checking to see how you were doing!" England said, putting out a hand to stop her from closing it. "I just have a quick question."

"Fine."

"Is everything going well with you and Russia since you backed off a bit?" England asked her a bit peeved.

"No, everything is worse because of France and you!" Belarus crossed her arms.

"That bastard frog! Did Russia see the pictures?" England had taken a step forward and was now in the doorframe. Belarus took a step back into her hotel room.

"No he did not see them, but it didn't stop America from thinking they were true."

"So that's why you sliced his throat." England muttered with a look of disapproval on his face. "You need to work on your people skills," he continued.

"I don't care about talking to anyone else except for Russia."

"But Russia cares about other people, you'll have to be nice to the people he interacts with. At least know how to fake it." He said with a wave of his hand.

"Stabbing people who annoy me solves so many problems, tea drinker. Wasn't the meeting a bit better for you?" Belarus gave him a coy smile.

England gave her a smirk, "I have to agree the meeting was quieter without America around, so I'll let you have this one. Anyway, I'll explain everything to Russia if he finds out about the photos."

"He won't understand."

"He will Belarus, because you and I both know you would never have feelings for me. Don't worry about it, alright?" Belarus saw a kindness in his eyes. It sickened her, causing her stomach to twist in knots."Since you seem to be doing fine, I'll go." England said, stepping back from the doorframe.

Belarus poked her head out of the door, looking right and left. She didn't see any other nations in the hallway. Belarus pulled England inside of her room before shutting the door.

"What are you doing!?" England exclaimed in a bit of a panic. "Do you know what this looks like?" His eyebrows were furrowed and he waved his arms around animatedly.

Belarus leaned her back against the door. She let out a breath. "You made the dress I was sent." She looked at him and for a few seconds her midnight blues met his emerald greens. England blinked before his cheeks were colored pastel pink with blush.

"Why would I do something like that?" He scoffed, not meeting her eyes.

"I do not know, why would you?" Belarus stepped closer to him.

"I-I wouldn't! It's a pointless endeavor! You wouldn't wear anything I made. So I wouldn't bother."

Belarus searched his eyes, and the most dominant emotion she could see was anxiousness.

"America said you made the dress."

"What does he know?" He said with the wave of his hand.

Belarus gripped the Englishman's collar bringing them mere centimeters apart. They were nose to nose. Belarus grit her teeth. "Don't lie to me!" She snapped at him.

"Alright! Alright I made the dress!" Belarus let go of his collar, pushing him away from her.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe you could use another dress?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

Belarus grabbed the dress and threw it back at him.

"Take it! I don't want it anymore! Russia didn't like it anyway!"

"Fine! But I think it's ridiculous that your fashion choices are made solely on Russia's opinions! Just because you keep the dress doesn't mean you love him any less, and one bad outfit wouldn't matter if he actually loved you!" He said.

As soon as it left his mouth Belarus slapped him across the face. England stood shocked, gingerly touching the part of his cheek where she hit him.

"How dare you say that! Get out!" She was shaking with rage again. She clenched her jaw and it took everything in her not to stab him.

England frowned.

"I can't take this dress. You can get rid of it however you wish but I'm not keeping it." England handed it to her and she snatched it out of his hands. With that he stalked out the door and shut it after himself with a loud slam!

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When Belarus was back at home, she was plagued with nightmares. It was the same nightmare over and over. It always started out with her and Russia sitting together and having tea. Russia was laughing and so was she. Russia would then pull out a little box. Belarus would feel her heart race and her palms become sweaty. She had been waiting for this moment her entire life. Russia would rise from his seat, a smile on his sweet soft face. Then he would get down on one knee by her chair.

"Belarus we've known each other long enough. Will you marry me?" He opened the box that held a diamond ring inside.

Belarus would feel her throat clog up. Tears filled her eyes. She smiled at him and opened her mouth but a small pile of rose petals fell out. Russia would look at the petals and frown before getting back up.

"I see." He would say.

Belarus would try to tell him yes but more rose petals fell out of her mouth. Russia wait!

Russia would take his ring with him and begin to leave as Belarus struggled to catch up to him and tell him that she wanted to marry him. More rose petals fell and she couldn't catch up to Russia. She would slump to her knees on the ground and cry. Then she'd see a trail of flax petals.

Before she could see where the trail led she would wake up in a cold sweat.

Belarus decided to finally call someone about the nightmares after two weeks of terrible sleep.

Belarus was getting ready for bed. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had dark circles under her eyes and her head pounded. She called Russia first.

"Big Brother, I'm having trouble sleeping. Could you come over and help me?"

"N-No! I'm not g-good at that, call Ukraine."

The line clicked dead as he hung up. Belarus blinked and dialed Ukraine.

"Belarus? Are you alright?" Ukraine sounded like she was woken up out of her sleep. She let out a yawn.

"Ukraine, could you fucking come over? I'm having trouble sleeping."

"Of course sweet sister! I'll get in my car right away! Hold on, alright?"

"Thank you Ukraine." Belarus hung up the phone.

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Belarus got herself a glass of milk and got a crime novel to read. Ukraine would be there in about 6 hours in her car. Belarus got halfway through the novel when Ukraine rang her doorbell.

Belarus saw that it was now 2 a.m.

Belarus opened the door and let her sister in. "Belarus, I came as fast as I could!" She had a bag slung over her shoulder.

"Yes I see sister."

"You are having trouble sleeping? Have you tried warm milk?"

"I'm not having trouble getting to sleep. I'm having nightmares, dumbass."

"Oh! Well, let us get comfy and while we snuggle together you can tell me about the nightmares."

Belarus frowned, "Alright." Belarus went into her bedroom and sat in her nightgown on her bed. She waited for Ukraine to finish changing in the bathroom. Ukraine was the closest thing Belarus and Russia had to a mother. Even though she didn't like that Ukraine stood in the way of her and Russia sometimes, she didn't mind letting the other woman nurture her.

Ukraine entered the room and Belarus laid down in her bed. Ukraine slid in beside her and pulled her head to rest on her chest. Ukraine ran her fingers through Belarus's hair. Belarus felt calmer, feeling Ukraine's warmth.

"Now, tell big sister your nightmares." Belarus wrapped her arm across Ukraine's waist.

"It always starts the same. Big brother and I are sitting across from each other, having tea..." Then Belarus continued relaying the rest of her dream.

"Hmm. It sounds like maybe you are hesitant to marry Russia because you want to focus on gardening!"

Belarus didn't have a flower garden, she had a little farm for potatoes and greens. .

"Ukraine I don't think that's what it is."

"You want to have a garden full of roses, but you being in love with Russia is stopping that! Sweet sister we should plant roses in your backyard! It would be so pretty!"

Belarus sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Sure Ukraine, we'll plant some fucking flowers."

"Yay! Now you should be able to sleep!"

Belarus felt a small pressure on the top of her hair, and could assume Ukraine kissed her on the top of the head. Belarus snuggled into her sister's large bosom."Good night sweet sister."

"Good night Ukraine."

Belarus let herself drift into the dark abyss of sleep.

Belarus had the same dream again but this time she followed the trail of flax pedals. She followed them out of her house and soon found herself in front of another house. A much larger knocked on the door, and England opened it. Belarus opened her mouth and more rose petals fell out. England's eyes widened before he opened his mouth too.

And out fell flax petals.

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