Author's note in which the author says things: Last chapter was short. This chapter is also short. Most chapters are short. Guess what! The author is short! Go figure… Well, because of the annoyingly short nature of this story, I shall post again… right now.
Now for a Lame disclaimer... hmmm... I can't think of one... Anyone willing to share a lame disclaimer with me? Until then I think it goes without saying that I don't own Hetalia no matter how much I want to...
She hadn't noticed the man enter, nor had she noticed that a rifle was focused onto her.
"You! Why are you still here! The meeting is over! Leave!" An angry, commanding voice brought her back to the room. It suddenly seemed much larger and much colder with nobody else in it.
"So it is," she replied curtly. Her eyes, cold and hard, were betrayed only by the stain of tears upon her cheeks.
"So leave." The man didn't lower his gun nor did he show any pity that some others might have upon seeing her tears. "Now."
Natalia smirked slightly. Did this nation not know who she was? Obviously not, but he would. She reached behind her back and pulled out one of the knives she always carried. In a single, swift motion the blade was imbedded in the wood of the table in between the two; but remarkably, the man remained unphased.
"Belarus. Get out before I make you. And kindly remove your blade from the table that you will be paying for." So he did know who she was! Wait, he knew who she was and was still threatening her; didn't he think she was crazy? Didn't he think she would kill him?
"Can I ask you a question first?" Natalia cursed herself inwardly. One, she knew this would probably make her look weak, and it didn't help that her voice shook. Two, he probably didn't care about anything she could have to say, just like everyone else.
A Wondering-Why-Authors-Can-Never-Stop-Saying-Things Author's Note:
I make her sound so "Death & Despair"! Poor her~! Oh well… she is fun to write when she isn't completely insane… And Vash! How could he make her pay for a table!? Pfft, frugal little maniac… He is so lucky we love him!
Oh… yeah… I think I shall stop saying words now…