Belarus hid in the shadows of America's house.
This was it. She was going to get back at the man who made her dear brother sad and angry-not to mention gave him a black eye-.
She pulled her knife from her pocket and snuck inside. Careful not to make much of a sound.
If she awoke anyone else, shed have to hurt them too.
She made her way up to America's room, where he was on his computer, looking at guns.
She walked in bluntly, and he turned to her.
Americas face blushed a bit, "B-Belarus. What are you doing here? we are in war."
"That's why i'm here" She reered up her knife, and swung it at him.
He took a step back and she landed on the floor, sobbing.
"I BLAME YOU! YOUR THE REASON MY BIG BROTHER IS SO MAD AND UPSET! YOUR THE REASON I'M UPSET!"
America watched her for a moment before looking away. "You don't get it.. do you Belarus? I'm not the reason. He is! Russia started this! He hurt you.." America placed a hand on her shoulder, running it into her tangled blond hair.
Belarus looked up at him and wiped her eyes, "You need to die. This is your fault."
America picked her up and cradled her, "Not today."
Belarus stared into his eyes. "You can cry Belarus. Your hurt. Your brother hurt you."
"It was you." Belarus closed her eyes and tears slipped out, she sobbed into America's shoulder.
"BELARUS! Russia and I were so worried about you!" Ukraine wrapped her arms around her little sister as she came inside their home.
"You were? Russia was?"
Ukraine nodded faintly, "Yes. Now get to bed. Tomarrow we begin our tactics."
"Ukraine? Big sister?"
Ukraine glanced at Belarus, she looked so childish.
"Is this America's fault, or Russia's?''
"Its no one fault." Ukraine sighed, "We have to believe its Americas fault. We are on Russia's side."
"Are we?" Belarus looked away, "Never mind. of course we are!" Belarus balled up her fist until her nails made her palm bleed.
It was all America's fault. And he would pay.
Although Belarus had said that, her dream didn't agree.
dream~ (just thought I should add this in, there is going to be older parts. Skip this if need be )
Belarus laid in the snow, wearing only a robe. However, she wasn't cold.
Her blond hair was spread out around her, and her eyes were closed.
She opened her eyes faintly, to see America in his boxers. He was standing over her.
His hair was ruffled and his eyes were full of joy.
He bent down over her.
Soon, his lips were touching hers. His hands in her hair, roaming her body. Their chest touching.
Belarus wasn't sure where the robe went, all she knew is it wasn't there.
And she wanted to get closer to America.
She tangled her legs around his, and joined hands with him.
Her tongue roughly found its way into his mouth, as she closed her eyes again.
Between the snow and wind, her moans were faint.
America Kept getting closer to her.
And she was content.
She didn't care about Ukraine, she didn't even care about Russia.
All she wanted was to be with the man that held her when she cried.
She wanted to do more than this, she wanted to become one with him.
More than she did Russia.
So be it, she pushed herself closer.(dream end btw)
Belarus woke with a start, she was sweating and tangled in her sheets.
"Oh no.."She mumbled to herself.
She sat up and wiped her forehead.
What was she going to do?
He was poising her dream.
She had to end this. She had to kill him. Had to stay faithful to her brother.
She had to.
Right?
