Belarus couldn't believe what had happened.
She'd failed on killing America, instead she'd ended up kissing him.
Making out with him.
Tongue even.
As she walked to Hungary's home, she felt ashamed to see the brown headed girl. "How'd it go?" Hungary asked with a mouthful of food.
"Well."
"Didya defeat him?"
"Yes."
"LIAR! I've been living with you for a week now, and i know when your lying! Like when you lied about stabbing the mirror. When you lied about pouring blood on Austria's piano-which was kinda funny- but not the point! So tell me what really happened!" Hungary smiled widely, awaiting a answer.
"I just didn't kill him. That's all."
Hungary looked away, knowing of the lies. "Okay then."
Belarus walked to her guest room and laid down.
Hungary dialed Prussia's number, "Hey Prussia? You know more about this than anyone so.. I need you to talk to America. Now."
America walked to Mcdonalds, whistling.
He'd scored. Won even.
Belarus, to him, was a prize.
After all, for all those years she'd chased after her brother, who never even loved her.
Now, America, he loved her. A lot.
And she was all his.
If only he could get her to stop trying to murder him. Then they'd be perfect together.
On his way into the fast food place he hit a white haired man.
"Hey.. America right?" America's eyes widened, "Prussia.. Right?"
"Don't pretend you don't know who a totally awesome man like me is."
America smirked, "I suppose your.. interesting. I've heard alot about you from Germany."
"Big brother? Wow. He talks about me?"
"Yeah..."
"Is it good?"
America laughed, "sure." The sarcasm in his voice didn't get through to Prussia.
"Well i'm not suprised. I am pretty awesome."
"Did you come here for something other than to ruin my perfect day?"
"Oh yeah.. Its about Belarus. Natalya. That blond chick with the knife that is very creepy.. And hits rather hard." He rubbed his head as if he had been smacked.
He most likely had. With that selfishness of his.
"What about her?"
"You care for her a lot.. huh?"
"M-maybe." America tried to hide his blush.
"I just thought i'd say.. You need to claim her while you can. Shes only so open because Russia dumped her. Anyway, when he decides to take her back, your gonna be screwed." Prussia shrugged, then his face softened, "Once someone else has her.. your gonna regret not getting her." It made America wonder who exactly he was thinking of when he was talking about Belarus. "Anyway.. uh.. I guess the point is, be thankful your lips even got to touch her."
America stared.
"Well, an awesome man like me has to go. see ya!" Prussia walked off.
"Suddenly.. I don't want a burger." America turned and walked home.
Belarus was done shopping, she walked home silently. She had secretly hoped to see America when she was out, but didn't. When she walked in, the house was rather quiet.
Austria was at work, so the piano made no noise.
"Hungary? I'm back.." Belarus walked up the stairs.
A small noise came from the back bedroom, Hungary and Austria's room.
Belarus quietly came up and looked through the crack.
The sight caught her eyes.
Hungary was cuddling with a man on the bed, however, that man was not .
It was... Prussia? Belarus covered her mouth to keep from gasping.
Was Hungary, the girl who nearly worshiped her husband, being unfaithful?
It wasn't possible.
Or at least, it didn't seem it.
At that moment, Belarus almost felt sorry for Austria.
She decided she couldn't watch it anymore.. She stood and walked to her own room.
If she had been with Russia, would this how it would be?
If she had wanted America, would she have been unfaithful like Hungary was?
She shook her head and walked into her room, needing some sleep.
