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Part 2: Chapter 4: A Visit to Russia's

Ukraine and Belarus went out to buy roses to plant the next day. They planted the roses in her backyard and Belarus dug up some potatoes to eat for later.

They now stood at Belarus's doorstep. "This was fun!" Ukraine said, pulling Belarus into a hug.

"Yes." Belarus muttered.

"Well I'm going home. I'm glad I could help you little sister. If you need me, just call. I will come as fast as I can."

Belarus nodded and Ukraine turned to leave. She walked towards her car before getting in. Soon Ukraine was back on the road to her house.

Belarus went back into her house and took out the dress. It was worse than she thought, she had to destroy it before it was too late.

Belarus decided the best thing to do was to throw the dress into her fireplace. She squatted down in front of the fireplace before throwing it in. She watched as the flames swallowed the fabric, turning it had not burned it to ashes yet but it would be gone soon.

Belarus stood back up. "You did the right thing, Belarus." Imaginary Russia said appearing beside her and resting a hand on her shoulder.

"Oh woe is me. You've destroyed the source of my power. Now I must go away forever. Blagh."

Belarus turned to see Imaginary England draped across her couch. He had a hand on his forehead and his mouth was open. He had his eyes closed.

"Yes! Die you bastard!" Imaginary Russia encouraged.

In response the other Imaginary nation laughed, a low rumbling sound.

"You really thought it would be that easy?" He asked, in what could be described as a condescending way.

Belarus pursed her lips. She did think it would be that easy.

"You know it would be easier just to accept what's happening, instead of fighting me." He said getting up.

"No! Never!" She yelled back.

Belarus went to hold onto Imaginary Russia but he stepped away from her.

"You don't even have his support anymore." He was right in front of her now, a devilish grin on his face.

"If you're going to be stubborn, then I can be stubborn too."

And before she could move, the imaginary nation pressed his lips upon hers. Belarus was flooded with the memory of England after Russia came over for tea. She felt a warmth blossom in her chest. She remembered the smell of roses and the excitement coursing through her veins because for a few moments she had been genuinely happy.

Belarus blinked. "Why did you do that?"

"I didn't do anything. This is all you, darling." He said tapping her on the nose, his smile was less sinister and more endearing.

Belarus turned back toward the fireplace. Imaginary Russia was not there. Belarus looked around frantically. "Russia? Russia! Where are you?"

"He's gone." Imaginary England said.

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Belarus got a call from Russia saying that he'd visited China recently. Russia was inviting her over to share some of China's food with him at his house. She agreed instantly and hung up the phone.

Belarus packed her luggage with her corsets, underwear, stockings and black dress. She packed her toiletries and the kitchen knives England had bought for her.

How ironic would it be if I stabbed him with one?

Belarus booked a train ride to Russia from Minsk. She didn't have enough for a plane ticket. Belarus listened to rock music in order to try to block out her thoughts. The last thing she wanted was to think about her muddled feelings about England and her dreams. She stared out the window and watched the scenery go by.

Approximately 9 hours later Belarus was in Moscow. Belarus got her luggage from the storage on the train and went through the station to get a taxi. Belarus hailed a taxi and a few minutes later she was in front of Russia's house. She hadn't been to Russia since the Soviet Union disbanded. This was a different house, at some point between now and then Russia changed his address.

Russia's house had a forest of trees next to it. Belarus walked up the walkway, bringing her luggage with her. She felt her load get considerably lighter on her left side. She turned to see Lithuania. The nation gave her a small smile. "I-I thought you needed a bit of help." Belarus frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

Lithuania let out a light chuckle.

"Mr. Russia invited me. I was told we'd be having China's food." Lithuania said.

Belarus let out a low grumble.

Lithuania and England will be here.

Belarus noticed that Russia had a sort of favoritism for Lithuania. Besides having him do Russia's bidding, Russia also spent the most time with Lithuania outside of the World Meetings. There was also a fondness in Russia's eyes when he talked about or was in Lithuania's presence. Belarus held resentment for Lithuania because of it.

"Lithuania?" They heard from farther back. Belarus turned to see England just stepping out of his taxi. His large eyebrows were furrowed. Belarus looked over at Lithuania, his eyes were wide, presumably in shock.

"England? I suppose you're here via Russia's invitation as well." Lithuania smiled at him, and Belarus could tell there was something off about it.

England joined them in the middle of the walkway with his luggage. "Yes, I wasn't aware you'd be here. Well that's nice." England gave Lithuania a smile, more genuine than the one Lithuania was giving him it seemed.

England turned to her then and he frowned. She was a bit startled to feel a bit upset at the expression he gave her. She wanted a smile too. Belarus frowned back at him.

"Belarus. I'll be willing to put aside our disagreement because I want everything to go smoothly between you and Russia this weekend. So I'll be polite." He said before giving her a slight nod in acknowledgment and walking past them up the rest of the walkway.

"Fine!" Belarus said after him. The nerve of him. He's upset with me when he was the one who said those mean and hurtful things? How dare he!

"What was that about?" Lithuania asked.

"Nothing Lithuania." Belarus muttered following the Englishman.

Russia opened the door. "Welcome comrades! I am so happy to have you all here for the weekend! It takes me back to the Soviet Union days when my home was full of people!" Russia said, stepping aside to let them in. He was grinning so wide it made his eyes squint.

England stood as Russia enveloped him in a hug. "If you like, you could become one with Mother Russia and stay forever!"

England let out a nervous chuckle, "I've had enough of alliances and acquiring countries, as an Empire. So I'll have to pass on that offer."

"That is too bad." He said before pulling Lithuania into a hug. "How about you, Liet? You miss being a part of the Soviet Union, da?"

When Russia let him go, Lithuania gave his weird smile again. "O-Oh no Mr. Russia, I'm ok as I am now in my own home."

"Ok, that is fine for now." Russia shrugged.

Russia turned to Belarus, eyes wide.

"Can I become one with you Big Brother?"

"N-no." Belarus frowned, she did not ask further. She was taking England's advice by not trying so hard. Belarus stood and waited for her brother to open his arms to pull her into a hug. He did not.

"I-I'm glad you came, little sister." He said with a nod.

"Of course. I love to spend time with you Big Brother." Belarus nodded in return.

Russia showed them to their rooms, they would have dinner in a few hours.

Lithuania set one of her bags down in her room. "I see you are back to wearing your blue dress Belarus. It looks really pretty on you," Lithuania said, still in her room.

"I burned the other one that England made," Belarus said, ignoring the compliment.

"G-Good!" He blurted out, before letting out a sigh. "You don't need anything from anyone else anyway! Russia's the most important, right?"

"Right." She agreed.

Lithuania nodded. "I'm glad you haven't changed despite all of that silliness that France started."

Belarus nodded, unease stirring in her stomach. "Well I'll leave you alone. I'm like crowding your space." He said with a laugh.

If she was left alone he would come back.

"No! Stay!" Belarus hurriedly gripped Lithuania's arm.

Belarus decided she hated Imaginary England more than she did Lithuania. And if he was up here with her, he wouldn't be downstairs with Russia. So, it was a win, win situation.

"Oh! Of course, Lady Belarus!" Belarus led Lithuania out onto the balcony outside of her room.

Belarus and Lithuania leaned over the railing looking out at the forest next to Russia's home. They stood in silence for a few moments. Belarus noticed Lithuania's cheeks were rosier than usual.

"You were at England's house weren't you? What did Russia put you up to?" Belarus asked, expression pointed.

"I-I was." Lithuania looked away from her, "Mr. Russia wanted me to make sure you didn't have England summon him again."

Belarus frowned. "I won't do that anymore."

"You won't have to! Mr. Russia will visit you voluntarily now, I'm sure of it!" He smiled at her, bright, and joyful.

"Give me my knife." She said as she was reminded of it.

"A-ah I don't have it here. I'll get it when I get home. I-I could bring it to your house."

"Ok Lithuania. You better give it back or else." She said, now nose to nose with him. She narrowed her eyes.

"I-I will, trust me Lady Belarus." Lithuania nodded. Belarus stepped back and leaned back over the railing.

"Lithuania, can I ask you for some advice?" She said looking at her fidgeting hands over the railing. Belarus was running out of options and time. She needed answers and had very little resources at her disposal.

"Yes! I'm always willing to help you. What do you need advice on?"

"I've been having nightmares and intrusive thoughts about a person I know. I got rid of all the stuff that reminds me of them but it did not help. Am I sick? Is this some kind of curse?"

"Nightmares? Are you scared of this person? I will be willing to take care of them for you!" Lithuania said, tone serious; he was studying her eyes.

"No. I just want to know why this is happening."

"I don't really understand Belarus. Is this person torturing you?"

"Yes! I'm being tortured in my mind! How do I make it stop?" Belarus walked over and gripped Lithuania's shoulders. Lithuania furrowed his eyebrows.

"Belarus, what is happening?" He looked more panicked than she felt.

"Lithuania, have you not been listening? I'm being tortured in my mind with nightmares and thoughts of a person I know."

Lithuania was quiet for a few moments, presumably in thought. "Maybe um, well... nightmares are said to be the subconscious mind's way of communicating our waking feelings. How do you feel about this person in real life that would cause nightmares?"

Belarus blinked. Belarus didn't think about how she felt about England because she didn't want to feel anything about him. The only person she wanted to have any type of feelings for was Russia.

"I-I don't know." Belarus said quietly and looked down at her feet.

"Belarus, I think you'll figure it out. I-if you need a shoulder to lean on, I'll be happy to be there for you."

"That is nice of you Lithuania. Maybe I misjudged you, you're not just Russia's bitch."

"W-What? I-I've never–! I would never do anything to get between you and Mr. Russia!" Lithuania said waving his arms in dismissal.

"I kid Lithuania." Belarus said to the panicking nation. Mostly.

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Russia made them a large dinner, with potato salad, pot roast stewed in tomato sauce, and pasta as a side. Belarus was surprised because she thought they were having China's food. They were all drinking vodka.

Belarus was next to England and Lithuania was across from him. Russia was at the head of the table, next to England and Lithuania. "Belarus, Russia asked me to handcuff your ankle to this chair." England said kneeling down to do so. Belarus sighed, she thought she was doing pretty well at restraining herself from Russia.

"Fine."

"I hope you all enjoy the food!" Russia said, having filled their plates with portions of the meat, potato salad and pasta.

"Feel free to get more if you'd like, da." He added.

Russia prayed over the food and they soon started eating. It was delicious. Belarus hoped that Russia would cook for the two of them when they got married. For the most part only the sounds of silverware clinking and scraping against their glass plates were heard.

"Big Brother this food is amazing!" Belarus said after a few moments when they'd all finished their plates.

Russia gave her a small smile, "Blagodaryu vas."

"Y-Yes Mr. Russia the food is good." Russia looked at Lithuania, his cheeks dusted pink.

"Da I worked hard on it. I made the potato salad from scratch." He nodded.

"O-oh really? I couldn't even tell with how well you made it." Lithuania gave Russia one of his forced smiles.

"England, what do you say?"

"I don't usually like any other meals besides my own but Russia you surprised me. This roast is fantastic, how did you make it?" Belarus noticed that his cheeks were pink. Belarus also noticed his glass was empty. Belarus had only finished half of her drink. Lithuania and Russia had emptied their glasses too.

"It's not much to it really." He said before going into detail about how he seasoned the meat and drenched it in wine.

"Oh I'll have to try that when I make dinner at home." England said. Belarus let out a small snicker and Russia did too. England furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. "Oh whatever. I don't need either of your approval."

"Would you like some more vodka?" Russia asked Lithuania who nodded. "You too England?"

"Sure."

Belarus gulped down her glass as Russia poured more vodka into their glasses.

"Belarus?" Russia asked her and she nodded as she'd just finished her glass. Russia leaned over to pour more vodka into hers.

Russia sat down and folded his hands in front of him. He cleared his throat. "Now that we've eaten I have something I'd like to tell you all, especially you Belarus." Russia looked at each of their faces and when his eyes landed on hers, she smiled. Russia let out a sigh. "I've wanted to say something for a long time but I didn't really have the right opportunity to."

Belarus could feel her heartbeat in her chest. Was he going to propose? She had been dreaming of this moment for centuries. She'd hoped it'd be in a more private setting with just the two of them but at this point it was just astonishing he was going to do it at all. So she wasn't complaining.

"I'm gay."

Belarus furrowed her eyebrows. What?

"What? Isn't that illegal here?!" England exclaimed.

"No, it is not. But I'd like to keep it between the four of us. I don't think my boss would be too happy about it."

"Oh yeah, that makes sense. Well I'm happy for you Russia."

"Thank you, but your opinion doesn't matter that much to me. Lithuania, I did all of this because I have feelings for you. I wanted you to know."

Lithuania blinked furrowing his eyebrows.

"W-What? You are the joking with me r-right, Mr. Russia?" Lithuania wrung his hands together, visibly sweating while wearily looking over at her. Belarus meanwhile could only hear a ringing in her ears.

This is not possible.

This is not happening.

Out of all the nightmarish things that her imagination dreamed up, this was not one of them.

"No Lithuania. I am telling the truth."

"W-why didn't you tell me in private?"

"I wanted Belarus to know too. Maybe then she would stop trying to marry me."

"Well then why am I–." England started.

Belarus gripped the knife on the table used to cut her roast. In one swift motion she jumped over the table, tackling Lithuania to the ground. Belarus's chair came with her, hitting England in the head, knocking him backwards and onto the floor. The chair Lithuania was sitting on, fell backwards as they slammed into it on the floor, the wooden back split down the middle. Russia stood up as the leftover food was knocked to the floor, Belarus's chair having snagged the table cloth. Loud bangs and clangs followed in her wake.

"You backstabbing SON OF A BITCH!" Belarus yelled in pure unadulterated rage. She stabbed Lithuania in his chest before pulling the knife out quickly to do it again. She screamed, as tears started to cloud her vision. She stabbed him again and again, blood splattered onto her clothes and face as Lithuania screamed. His eyes were wide and fear ridden. Her hands became red with blood, sticky, wet and warm.

Then she felt arms wrap around her waist before she was hastily pulled off of Lithuania.

Belarus wailed and thrashed wildly, Through her blurry vision she saw Russia staring back at her, frightened as if she were a monster. His mouth was tucked into his scarf as though he could hide within it.

"Belarus! Stop!" England said tightening his arms around her.

"No! I want to kill him! How dare he!" She struggled in his grasp, she was strong but the chair was also weighing her down.

"You're scaring Russia! Please!" He pleaded with her and she stopped thrashing around. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She let out a choked sob before she dropped the knife, now covered in Lithuania's blood. It dropped to the floor with a clang.

England put her down and let her go. Then he unlocked her cuffs.

"B-big Brother, I'll help clean up." She said, furiously wiping away her tears. Russia stood still trembling, not saying a word.

"Russia could you take Lithuania upstairs and clean him up?" England asked him. Russia nodded hurriedly. He lifted Lithuania up who had passed out from blood loss, and stepped around Belarus to carry him upstairs. Belarus had stabbed him about 10 times.

England shook his head. "Tsk all this good food, gone to waste." He said. "Do you know where Russia keeps his cleaning supplies?" Belarus shook her head. "I'll go ask." England said going towards the steps.

Belarus went into the downstairs bathroom to wash the blood off of her hands and face. She went back into the dinning area, righted each of their chairs and pushed them into the table. She was squatting down, picking up the fallen utensils when England returned. He disappeared into the kitchen before returning with a mop, bucket, broom and dust pan.

"Belarus if it's any consultation, I'm sorry about what I said. Russia does love you, just not in the way you hoped." He said, beginning to mop up the spilled vodka and tomato sauce.

Belarus frowned going into the kitchen to deposit the fallen silverware into the sink. Belarus hmphed when she returned, "About time you came to your senses."

"I'll take that as I'm forgiven." He said.

Belarus grabbed the broom and dustpan to sweep up the broken glass from the floor. While they worked in silence, Belarus kept stealing glances at the Englishman. There was something unconventionally attractive about him. Although at first glance his face was plain, his large, bushy eyebrows worked for him and his eyes were a striking emerald green. He was also sporting a purplish bruise from where the chair hit him on his forehead.

"Do I have something on my face?" He asked turning towards her, having caught her looking at him.

"A bruise." She said, turning away to go dump the pan in the trash.

Shouldn't you be more upset about Russia? Shame on you, looking at that tea drinking bastard. She scolded herself, while shaking her head to clear her thoughts.

Belarus went back out to grab the plates and pans to wash in the sink. When she came back into the kitchen, England was returning the mop, bucket, broom, and dustpan to their rightful places in the pantry.

"Can I help with the dishes?" England asked, approaching her at the sink.

"Do whatever you fucking want."

England would dry and put away while she washed. They started off in silence in the beginning, only the sounds of running water and scrubbing could be heard.

"Did you get rid of the dress?" He asked.

"I did."

"Would've come in handy now, yeah?"

"I have my black one. I can get the blood stains out of this one. It's not like I haven't done it before." She said handing him a newly cleaned plate. He wiped it to dry. England shook his head and pursed his lips.

"I won't be making you any more dresses then."

"You should. I looked good in it. People said so." She said blunt and unenthusiastic.

"Do you know how much money that fabric cost me?" Belarus looked at him then before shrugging. "It was quite a bit of money! How rude of you to get rid of a gift I spent time and money to make!"

Belarus rolled her eyes and passed him a few spoons to dry.

"But... you got a lot of compliments and that means praise for my needlework. So, I'll consider it."

"Did you think I looked good in the dress?"

"Why would you ask me that? I-I think I did a good job." England said not meeting her eyes, his cheeks dusted pink. "And you looked how you always did."

"What does that mean?"

"Take it how you will."

Belarus frowned. What did the Englishman think of her? She was curious, he was the only one who hadn't commented on how nice she looked when she talked to him.

I should straighten out this Russia business first.

"What should I do now? I've done everything for Russia and to be with Russia. If he does not want to be with me because I do not have a penis, should I get surgery to become a man?"

"Belarus, Russia has given you a final no; stop chasing him."

"B-but I could–." She started but England gripped her shoulders to turn her to face him. His expression was stern as she looked into his green eyes.

"I can't be any more direct. Do not continue to pursue Russia."

Belarus sighed. She had given her last hurrah. The Universe had spoken. She was not meant to be with Russia.

They finished the dishes shortly after, silence filling the air. Belarus went over to and opened the freezer to pull out a package of peas. "Sorry about hitting you with the chair at dinner." Belarus said, walking over to the Englishman and leaning up to press the peas on the bruise.

England raised his hand up to replace hers in order to hold up the peas. Belarus briefly felt his fingers brush against hers as she pulled away, sending a jolt through her.

"It's fine. It'll be gone by tomorrow anyway. I'm surprised you're taking this Russia thing well and not devastated over what is essentially heartbreak." He said eyebrows furrowed.

Belarus also wondered why she didn't feel as sad as she should be.

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

Translations:

Blagodaryu vas-Thank you