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Part 2: Chapter 6: The Green-Eyed Monster

Lithuania called her a few days later. "Lady Belarus! I'm sorry for how upset I was that night." He said to her once she picked up the phone.

"Hmm, you were kind of an asshole." She remarked.

"I shouldn't have gotten upset. I'm glad you got France to stop bothering you; I know how persistent he can be. How can I make it up to you?"

Belarus took a moment to think about it, if she spent more time with Lithuania she'd have more pictures to show Russia.

"There is at Cat Museum, here in Minsk. Would you like to go?"

Russia was a big cat lover. Although Belarus didn't care much for them.

"Yes that sounds fun!"

"Good, I'll get our tickets. You pay me for them."

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The next day the two nations went to the cat Museum, Lithuania drove them.

They admired the cat themed paintings: cats in cities, cats in gardens, cats on posts, cats playing cards, cats everywhere.

Belarus did not care much for any of it, but Lithuania seemed to be enjoying himself and she snuck a few pictures of him as he admired the paintings. The real interesting part was when they got to the area where they could pick up and pet the cat staff.

Most of the cats were minding their own business and didn't come in their direction.

Lithuania picked up a brown cat, with a white fur on its face and chest. It had green eyes and a ribbon around its neck. "Oh he's so cute!" Lithuania scratched behind the cat's ears, Belarus took a picture of him doing so.

"Do you want to hold him?" Lithuania asked, holding the cat out to her. She stared into its eyes, before it made a hissing noise and Lithuania pulled it away. "M-maybe not?" He said with a light chuckle before placing it down and it scampered away.

"I could take a picture of you with one. I've been seeing you taking the pictures of me." Lithuanina said with a smile. If Russia saw us both with cats it would make him even more jealous.

"Yes, find me a cat." Belarus said. Lithuania nodded and crouched over to pick up a white cat with a fluffy brown tail and brown fur covering his left eye and ear.

"This one?" Belarus noticed that the cat had dark strips of fur just above its eyelids that resembled eyebrows. When she looked at the cat's green eyes it hissed at her, loud and startled. It started squirming around before Lithuania dropped it. "Oh no." He said as it scampered away. Lithuania looked at her apologetically. "I'll find another one."

Lithuania walked over to a cat that was pure white with grayish fur between its yellowish eyes. It was wearing a pink bow around its head. It was staring at a large cat with bushy brown fur. When Lithuania picked it up, it hissed at him and tried to scratch his face. "Ahhh!" Lithuania tried to keep it far away from his face. His eyes were wide in fright.

Belarus grabbed the cat and pulled it close to her chest. "This one," she said as the cat hissed more and she pet it between its eyes, before it calmed down.

Belarus handed Lithuania her phone and he took the picture. Belarus squatted and set the cat down, and it walked away. She turned, upon feeling a sensation of something brushing against her legs, and there was the cat with the weird eyebrows. It looked at her curiously. "What do you want?" She asked. She frowned as it made a little chirp like noise before she pet the cat between its ears.

"It looks like that one also is fond of you Belarus." Lithuania said before snapping another picture.

It then started purring.

Belarus decided that she also liked this cat. It gave her a sense of familiarity.

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Belarus found that by the World Meeting those roses Lithuania had given her were dying. So she decided to take one and press it into the crime novel she'd finished. She knew England liked reading, having seen him do so the week she stayed with him. So she'd give him that instead. Belarus discarded the other dying roses in the trash.

Belarus packed her athletic shorts, t-shirt and gym shoes in her luggage bag. Belarus went out and bought a ladder trim dobby wrap dress. She packed that one along with her usual blue and black dresses.

The World Meeting was in Hungary and Belarus was giddy inside. She'd be showing Russia the photos of her and Lithuania on their date. She wondered how he'd react, would he be jealous?

And she'd be giving England his present, would he like it?

Belarus walked into the meeting room, wearing her black dress this time. She also wore the necklace Lithuania gave her, the "something extra" he added with her knife. She looked around to see England talking with China. Belarus crept up behind China and put her hands on his shoulders. The older nation visibly tensed. "Don't touch me!" China flailed his arms, turned, and stepped back from her. "What do you want, aru?"

"Your food is good."

China smiled. "Xièxiè. I try my best! I'm glad Russia gave you some, it's about time you had some good food."

"Look what you've done." England said glancing at her with pursed lips and his arms folded. "Step off your high horse China."

"You're just jealous, aru. No one would ever say that about anything you made." China waved him off with a flick of his long sleeve.

"Take that back! It's just a rumor! My cooking is the absolute best!" England said pointing an accusing finger at China and furrowing his eyebrows.

"Did I ever tell you a funny story?" Belarus cut in.

"No, but I like funny stories."

Belarus glances at England with a mischievous smile. "England tried to cook stew."

"God! I thought we were past that now!" England exclaimed before stalking past them to go over to Japan.

Belarus snickered and relayed the story once again to China. China laughed as well after she finished the story.

"I should have expected that. Once a terrible cook, always a terrible cook." China shook his head. "If you want more food, I'll be willing to make you some. Just let me know, aru." China tipped up his nose. Belarus nodded eagerly and the two exchanged landlines.

Belarus went over to where England was talking to Japan. She crept up to England and reached up on her tiptoes to cover his eyes. "France if you don't–." He started, a growl in his tone.

"I'm not France! But close your eyes anyway and hold out your hands."

"Alright, but I'm slightly skeptical."

Belarus snickered, noticing Japan was watching curiously. Belarus uncovered England's eyes and walked around to where he held out his hands.

Belarus took out the book and brought it down onto England's open palms with an audible smack. England yelped in surprise, opening his eyes to see the book in his hands. "A gift, for you." She said, looking at him, her blue eyes wide and hopeful.

England's face became a reddish hue. England coughed, not meeting her eyes. "Thank you."

"Do you like it?"

England tugged at his shirt collar, "I-I don't know yet. I'll let y-you know when I read it." He looked uncomfortable, as his neck became red too. "E-excuse me for a moment." England turned to leave the meeting room.

Belarus turned to see Japan giving her a small smile.

What the fuck is he smiling about?

Soon the meeting started and she sat in her usual seat beside Russia. Hungary was giving a passionate speech about etiquette. She was tired of the predatory nature of most of her male nation peers.

"If we repressed our sexual nature then we would all be Angleterre and that would be the worst tragedy of all!" France said in protest.

"Shut the bloody hell up you frog-faced tool!"

"England is not the only one France. We could look at Japan or Germany for examples." Hungary said, trying to regain control of the discussion.

"Ah yes the erotic manga artist and the BDSM lover. Perfect examples." Prussia spoke up then. "And aren't you a, how does Japan say it? A Fujoshi? Little miss shipper!"

Belarus tuned them out after that.

Belarus nudged Russia. Russia turned to her, eyes wide. Belarus slid her phone over to him, open to the pictures of her and Lithuania. Russia furrowed his eyebrows and took the phone.

He scrolled through them before giving her a glare.

"What are you doing Belarus?"

"Who me? I'm not doing anything." Belarus fluttered her eyelashes innocently.

Russia gave her an unamused look. "Belarus, I know you do not like Lithuania. Why are you going on outings with him?"

Belarus shrugged, "I can do whatever I want. Lithuania asked me so I said yes and who could say no to cats?" Belarus gave him a Cheshire Cat grin, "You are not jealous are you, Big Brother?"

Russia pouted. "No. But I do not think you should string him along."

"I'm just having a little fun, and then he's all yours." Belarus said to him with a wave of dismissal.

"Alright, thank you Hungary. It is time for our snack break. We will reconvene for questions afterward," Germany said.

Belarus got up and went towards the snack room when she bumped into Lithuania.

"Lady Belarus! I-I brought you the gift." Lithuania said holding out a small plush brown teddy bear.

She smirked thinking about how she could irritate Russia a bit more. She took the bear from him. "Dziakuj Lithuania." Then she reached up and kissed his cheek.

"L-Lady Belarus!" Lithuania exclaimed before letting out a giggle. He covered his mouth with his hand to stop but his eyes still showed mirth.

Belarus felt eyes on her and looked over at Russia but he hadn't been paying attention; he was talking with China.

"Well I'm glad you like it. Maybe we could go out for ice cream later!"

"Well I–."

"She has a prior engagement. We're still having that football match, aren't we?" England asked, having come up to them.

"Oh yes. Sorry Lithuania, I'm going to kick England's ass in football after the meeting."

"Football? Would I be able to join?"

"It was just going to be the two of us but if you can find a fourth person then I guess that's fine." England said with a huff.

"Ok, I will ask Poland. I get to be on Lady Belarus's team." Lithuania said, smiling that overly polite smile of his. England narrowed his eyes, "I see how it 'tis. You don't want to be on my team because you think we'll lose."

"Are you all talking about a fútbol game?" Spain asked on his way past them to leave the snack room.

"Belarus, Lithuania, and I are going to play a scrimmage game after the meeting." England said, annoyance in his tone.

"Ooh! I want to play!"

"If you must."

"Whose team am I on?"

"I suppose you're on mine."

Spain furrowed his eyebrows, "Can I be on someone else's team?"

England frowned, "Do you want to play or not?"

"I'll pass." Spain said with a smile as he walked away.

A man who looked identical to Spain came up to them, and slung his arm around England's neck. "I'll be on your team, amigo."

England looked to the other nation slightly surprised before smiling at him. "Oh Portugal, that's great." He looked back at them then, "Well it's settled then."

Belarus noticed that England was ok with Spain's twin touching him. And then she felt a weird tightness in her chest.

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They'd asked Hungary for a good place to play football and she pointed them in the direction of a park not too far from the hotel about half of the nation's who came to the meetings stayed in. When they'd gotten there, Belarus noticed America and Russia were in the middle of a basketball game at the court near the football field. The two kept up their rivalry through occasional sports matches.

Belarus made eye contact with Russia and latched onto Lithuania's arm in response. Lithuania was surprisingly fit, from what she could feel of his bicep. Lithuania was of a stocky build while also being tall. It surprised her that Lithuania never really acted aggressively although he was strong. Lithuania smiled at her. Belarus did not smile back.

They were all wearing shorts, sneakers, t-shirts and knee high socks for the match. Belarus had on her white bow. Belarus and Lithuania were a short distance behind England and Portugal. England was holding the ball. She'd never noticed how pale and lean his legs were before.

"Alright, we'll play a fair game, yeah?"

Belarus was facing England with Lithuania not too far behind. Portugal stood behind England, stance determined and ready for the defensive.

"Yo, Britain! Are you dudes about to play soccer?" Belarus frowned as America made his way over with Russia not far behind.

"What does it bloody look like, idiot?"

England snapped at him.

"Well we're gonna crash your game, kay? I'm on Liet's team and you take the loser Limey's team, Russia."

America said walking over towards their side.

"I am only on this team because Belarus frightens me, not because you told me. You do not give me orders, da." Russia said becoming the other team's goalie.

"Whatever, let's play!" America said, pushing Lithuania out of the way. "I'm totally not being goalie, dude."

"A-ah that is fine Mr. America. I can be goalie." Lithuania went farther back to guard their makebelieve goal post.

And with that the game began. England tossed the ball up and Belarus was the first to get to it. Belarus ran towards Portugal who managed to take the ball from her. Belarus blinked before turning around to see Portugal pass the ball to England. Belarus ran towards where they were, and America tried to kick the ball away from England but he missed.

Lithuania was the last defence as England reeved up to kick the ball. Lithuania scrambled to catch the ball. Lithuania threw it at America who bumped it with his chest. Belarus ran back towards Russia and signaled to America that she was open.

America having been cornered by both Portugal and England at this point passed it to her. Belarus ran in towards Russia.

Russia stood ready, eyes focused on her as she passed the ball between her feet. She swung her right foot back and kicked the ball with such a force, Russia just missed catching it.

She wiped sweat off her brow. She'd scored their first point.

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"You going to cry, Tea Drinker?" Belarus said after the match.

"No! You won the stupid match but it's nothing to cry over." England said, holding the ball in one hand and the other hand was on his hip. Portugal made a motion that he was going to leave and England said goodbye to him.

"Thanks for the game, I had a good time. See you around, Inglaterra." Portugal smiled before going on his merry way.

Good riddance.

Belarus slapped Lithuania's ass then. The other nation yelped in surprise, and turned to her with red cheeks "L-lady Belarus!"

"Good job Lithuania." She said, expression neutral. She noticed his ass was almost as firm as Germany's. Belarus decided to keep this note for a later time.

"O-oh thank you! You did a good job too!" He said with a nod, wringing his hands together. England watched the two of them but Belarus couldn't read his expression.

"Dude we totally kicked all y'all's butts! As to be expected because I was on this team!" America yelled breaking out into a dance. "Suck it Russia! I won! Loser!"

Belarus could see Russia's purple aura although the nation was smiling.

"You have such tact, America. England raised you well." Russia's smile was overly sweet as he gripped America's shoulder.

"I didn't make him this way! Take that back!"

Russia shrugged.

"It's not that late. Would you still like to get some ice cream?" Lithuania asked, cheeks still flushed. They'd walked away from the other nations. Belarus really didn't want to spend any more time with Lithuania. She back over at Russia who was watching her curiously.

"Sure."

"This is great! I am so happy we are spending time together, Lady Belarus!" Lithuania said looping his arm in hers. Lithuania led them in the direction of a strip mall further from the park.

"Yes I am thrilled." Belarus said unenthused. Why am I doing this? Russia isn't bothered like I hoped he'd be. So this is essentially pointless.

"You both stopping for ice cream? I'd like to join." England said, a bit out of breath having run to catch up to them.

"W-well I wanted it to be just the two of us but–." Lithuania started.

"You may come, Tea Drinker." Belarus interrupted.

Lithuania looked at her, eyebrows raised. "L-Lady Belarus, are you sure?" Belarus nodded, "Yes, I want to gloat more." She gave England a sardonic glance, gleaming with mischief.

And so the three of them sat at a table in the ice cream parlor. Belarus had a chocolate moose tracks cone, Lithuania had strawberry and England had mint chocolate-chip. Lithuania and Belarus were next to each other and England sat across from them.

After Belarus got one last teasing gloat in, the three nations fell into an uncomfortable silence.

"So England, how are things?" Lithuania asked, polite as usual.

"As depressing and irritating as they always are. But I'm not here for idle chit-chat Lithuania." He licked his ice cream. When his green eyes shifted to her, Belarus felt her heart leap in her chest.

"You two are dating?" He asked, eyes flickering back to Lithuania.

Lithuania found her hand under the table, and interlaced their fingers. Belarus looked at Lithuania with a pointed expression but he was facing England.

"Yes. Isn't it wonderful?" He said.

England looked at her again, not taken by her lack of response.

"Yes. We are technically dating." Belarus waved her hand around, lips pursed.

"We got together a little while after the trip to Russia's. I knew that her infatuation with Russia was only temporary. We've known each other for a long time so it made sense." He said.

"Oh so that stabbing bit was in a fit of love, not jealous rage?" England asked, eyebrows raised in a sarcastic nature.

Lithuania smiled, "It was her way of getting out all of those old feelings. Belarus changed her mind upon finding out I had no plan to pursue the romantic relations with Russia." Lithuania squeezed her hand.

"Oh come on Lithuania! You can't be that blind mate! You don't think this is all part of some revenge scheme?"

"Revenge? Oh no, that's not true, right Belarus?"

Belarus frowned, "No." She glanced at England; she did not like his correct accusations of her. England looked at back at her, disapproval in his eyes. "No, of course not, I care a lot about Lithuania." Belarus smiled, fake sweetly at him.

Lithuania smiled his polite smile, "Jealousy doesn't look good on you England." Lithuania said after licking his cone.

The Englishman stood up, "Fanfuckingtastic, I'm happy you two have each other." He said before stalking toward the door.

And I'm not jealous!" He said in the doorway before leaving for good.

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

Hungary's topic was just so I could poke fun at England using France. I love insulting England through France.

Cat Museum: I was trying to find an idea for a cute date for Lithuania and Belarus and found out there is a real Cat Museum in Minsk! It sounds like the cutest thing ever and the info about it said visitors can even take home the cat "staff."