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Content Warning: Depictions of Violence all curtesy of Belarus and her knives.

A/N: This story is based off of Prompt 5: Summon of Prompts and Short Stories (Special England) by StarryLittleThing on AO3

"He tried to summon a demon, again, and Russia appeared, again, in front of him. The English Nation sighed, he wasn't going to kick out his comrade like this without any explications, it wasn't polite at all!"

After the fifth time it happened England gave up. Apparently the only demon on-call was Russia, and he really didn't want the nation to do his bidding. So, he closed the book on that spell and went upstairs to get started embroidering his initials onto a handkerchief he'd just gotten.

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They were in Lithuania for the weekend for the World Meeting. Lithuania was hosting, and was very nervous on the podium. Russia was the only one giving his complete attention to him. England didn't have a strong opinion of Lithuania, he'd worked under Russia during the Second World War and America commented to him about how great he was working for him, but had no first hand interactions with him. He didn't necessarily dislike him, he was just indifferent towards him. So all in all, he wasn't paying attention. I wonder if the tea in the break room is any good? He started doodling a flower in his notepad, just finishing off the round pedals of what could be a daisy, when he felt a burning sensation on the side of his face.

The burning holes of an intense stare made him a bit annoyed. Who could be so furious with me? He thought before turning to see Belarus as the source of the ferocious glare. He shot one back, challenging her. Usually she frightened him but he'd done nothing to her so his irritation won out over his fear.

"Thank you Lithuania, it is time for a break, we'll reconvene for questions shortly." Germany announced and the nations started to file out of the meeting room. Russia grabbed Lithuania's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

"Yo! Britain, whatcha lookin' at?" America said coming up to him and breaking his attention from the two.

"Nothing. I hope there's some decent tea in the break room."

"You know Liet's a fucking try hard. So he'd make sure even the grumpiest of grumps like you would get pampered." America said pinching his cheek and laughing his boisterous laugh before walking towards the meeting room door. "I'm gonna get coffee like a real man." He smiled.

England frowned, his face red in irritation. "Coffee is dirt water you tosser!" He said after him. Once he was out the door, England felt a presence.

"You're good with magic, right tea drinker?" Belarus said quite too close for comfort.

"Yes, who's asking?"

"I am. I need you to do something for me." She said and it made goosebumps prickle on his skin.

"I'm not going to kill anyone for you."

"No I want you to summon Russia for me at my house."

England took a glance at the Russian nation, now patting Lithuania on the head with a creepy smile on his face. He'd seen how terrified Russia was of Belarus, would he really subject him to that? "If I agreed what would I get in return?"

"I won't stab you."

"You're going to have to give me something better than–." Without warning she made quick on her promise and stabbed him right where his liver was located. "Bloody fucking Christ!" He said upon her taking it out.

The meeting was abruptly ended for the day and England was allowed to go back to his hotel. He could miss the next two days of the meeting.

England brought his embroidery with him. A bandage wrapped around his midsection, and tea on his dresser, he was content. He'd be fine tomorrow, nation healing and all. At least I won't have to see France, he thought.

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Hopefully Belarus would put to rest her inquiry.

The next World Meeting was held in Estonia, a month later. Again, England had no opinion of Estonia. He was into technology and made a movie, albeit terrible, with America but he never talked to him directly. So he let his mind wander.

I should try iced tea, America's always talking about it. If I try it, I can tell him it's disgusting and an abomination.

Then he felt eyes on him again, Belarus, she gave him a forced smile. England frowned. He knew she'd ask him about summoning Russia again. "And in conclusion, joining the Nordics will be beneficial to the world's economy."

Germany sighed before going to the podium. "That was...something Estonia. We will reconvene after the break for questions."

England got up quickly to head towards the break room. He was roughly pushed against the wall just outside of the meeting room. "Belarus." He said flatly, failing to hide his disdain.

"I'm sorry. Please, I have another proposition for you."

"Well it's not like I have a choice not to listen. You have me cornered."

"You summon Russia for me and I'll offer my services." England furrowed his eyebrows.

"What services?" "Any service you want. I could stab France for you, or America."

"Are all you're capable of is violence?" Sure he would enjoy seeing France hurt, but not if it wasn't of his own doing or Francis's.

"No, I can cook and I can clean." England could do those things himself but he would be lying if he said he wouldn't have liked some company.

"How long?"

"A week." England pondered it for a moment before giving her a nod. "Alright Belarus, we have a deal." He said and Belarus gave him a wide smile.

"Thank you tea drinker. Come to my house when these World Meetings are over." England watched her trot away upon seeing Russia go towards the break room.

England wondered if he was doing the right thing.

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England had packed his spell book, booked a later flight back home from Minsk and cancelled his Tallinn flight, replacing it instead with Vilnius. Belarus paid for his bus ticket to Vilnius.

England was finished with the outline of the flower he was going to stitch. It was going to be a daisy when he'd finished. He started sewing in the yellow thread for the center.

"That is a daisy." Belarus stated suddenly out of the blue, causing him to prick his finger with the needle. He shook it a little to ward off the pain.

"Mhmm." He hummed trying to stitch again.

"That is big brother's national flower."

"Hmm. I didn't know that." He'd assumed it was the sunflower considering the Russian nation's fascination with it. England was able to get a few stitches in before Belarus said something else.

"Can I have it?"

England stopped, looking up at her. Her expression was sour, but her eyes conveyed interest. "It has my initials on it." He stated plainly.

A silence fell over them like a blanket, hot and stifling. England took another glance at Belarus, who had taken to looking out the window. She looked quite pleasant and serene when she wasn't focused on Russia or threatening anyone who came near him. And if he were being frank, he would even say attractive.

What am I saying? Belarus was easily the most intimidating nation, surpassing Russia. She'd broken some bloke's fingers, he couldn't exactly remember who, but that fact stuck with him and she'd stabbed him. And now he was looking at her in a possible romantic light? England shook his head.

"I could rip the seams." He found himself saying. England felt her eyes on him, processing his words.

"So, you'll let me have it?"

"Yes."

"If only Big Brother would've stitched it with his own hands, and masked it with his own scent; It would've been perfect." She said as an afterthought.

England frowned, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance. He finished with the daisy's center by the time they arrived in Vilnius.

England reached over to grab both of their bags out of habit. Upon reaching for Belarus's bag she smacked his hand away. Belarus grabbed her own bag and walked toward one of the taxi's waiting outside. So much for chivalry.

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England was finished with embroidering the flower when the plane landed in Minsk. Belarus led him to another taxi. He didn't dare touch her belongings and followed.

England walked in tow with Belarus up the dirt road leading to her house. It wasn't overly pretty; it was simple, plain, what a house was in definition alone. Inside wasn't much different, muted colored furniture, and a few "family" photos on the fireplace mantle. "You may stay for the night." Belarus told him, poking at the fireplace. He stood at the doorway waiting to be led to a guest room.

"Thank you." England nodded, gripping his bag tighter. He watched her expression, completely unenthused, blue eyes focused on the orange flames. A warm glow illuminating her soft features. Her pale pink lips tight in a frown.

Belarus rose, her eyes meeting his. "Come." She said and led him to a room adjacent to hers. "Don't get any ideas about coming into my room in the middle of the night."

"I-I wouldn't!" England felt his cheeks tinge with heat, setting his bag onto the bed.

"We'll summon Big Brother tomorrow." She said before leaving to go into her own room.

England changed into his old pajama set he'd brought for the world meeting and slipped out of his old clothes. England briefly pondered, what having Belarus as a helper would be like. Will we be plagued by long stretches of silence and minimal, unsettling conversation or will I learn something pleasant about the intimidating sibling of my old ally?

England deep down felt something dangerous would come of this unusual arrangement.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Criticism Welcome. This story is not plagerized, just crossposted under a diff username on AO3. I hadn't originally planned to post the story here as well but then I thought, hey why not.