Ok so I'm really sorry about how short the first chapter was….and I'm sorry about all the typos. I'm kicking myself for how many there are. My grammar is not the best either so grammar Nazi beware Ok second chapter, Review please! (slight RussiaxCanada and BelarusxAmerica)

I DON"T OWN THIS I WISH I DID!

Belarus eyes where like daggers that stuck themselves right into America. She loathed the American swine. Who was he to mock how much she loved her brother? He was nothing, she would kill him right then and there but according to him there was another human presence… she couldn't seem to find it but she was sure it was there, and she didn't want to have any witnesses.

Russia saw a different advantage to the situation. "Worse the my sister? Nyet." He paused for a moment to see how the deadly creature that was clinging to him would react but there was nothing except a slight tightening in her grip. He new he had hurt her slightly but he had to say something. "I would gladly take him off your hands if you would prefer, although Alaska would have to come with it all." Russia finished off. He was about to get the second largest nation in the world to become one with him right under America's stupid fat freedom loving nose.

"You mean like bet?" America ask feeling extremely heroic for no exact reason and obviously pulling the wrong message for Russia's statement. "Like to see who has the worse sibling! You on Commie!" He exclaimed feeling ready as ever to win this bet, which was obviously stupid on his part.

"You mean you will take Belarus for a whole day?" Russia said flatly. Again Belarus's grip tightened in protest but it had to be ignored. This was better then he could have considered everything was going exponentially well. What kind of idiot was he dealing with. He could take Canada & America into mother Russia and have Belarus gone an entire day. Vodka couldn't have made him happier then this moment. "You have a deal." He said putting on a his fake harmless smile.

"Brother you can't be serious!" Belarus said tightening her grip even more on her brother's arm now almost restricting blood flow. "I won't go! I refuse, I can't-" But Belarus's words were stopped by Russia's cold gloved hand clamping on her moth. He dragged her through the snow pulling her far enough to make sure that America couldn't hear. Unfortunately to Russia's unknown mistake he was walking in the direction of a tree that was being occupied by the most forgotten country.

"Listen sister." Russia said putting on his best poker face. He did love his sister, in a sisterly way, but even he wasn't sure if she loved him enough to spend a whole day with America. "I would hate to see you walk away with the pig but.." he pause to look over his shoulder to make sure America stayed the proper distance away. Which he was, America even waved hello which Russia returned with a curt nod. "I need you to dispose of him."Belarus froze with shear joy, suddenly all the dread of spending the whole day with America was turned into anticipation for when his blood lay spattered on the ground. The only words that could make her happier to hear from her older brother was if he had asked her to marry him. "I will Brother, I will make sure you never have to see his fat American face again!" she said hugging him as tightly as possible. To Russia's regret she didn't let go.

"W-wait?" Canada cried from behind the tree, apparently Russia had not noticed him during his whole ordeal of secrecy. "Y-you going to kill America? You can't do that!" Canada shouted in the loudest voice he could, which was barely considered an inside voice, right into the large Russian's face.

Russia looked around briefly feeling that for some reason something was watching him, completely unaware of Canada in his face, so again he looked over his shoulder to see if America was the proper distance away. Which he was, America again even waved hello which Russia returned with another curt nod.

"I promise brother as soon as he is dead I will return to you and then we can get married!" Belarus exclaimed with joy almost pouring out of her mouth, or it could have just been her drool of picturing Russia during their honeymoon. The only thing Russia could do was nod giving no reassurance of anything but the fact that it was time to return back to the presence of America. He didn't want to crush her spirits but he didn't want to agree to anything along the lines that her brain was motioning towards. So they trudged back to the to spot where America sat waiting with a smug smile on his face.

"So what do you say Commie? Ready to lose?" America asked, he was 100% positive with every ounce of hero blood in his body he was going to win. He had no doubt.

"No, but I am ready to start the bet." Russia said glad that Belarus was slowly loosening her grip on him. "But where is your little comrade?" Russia inquired. He again did not notice the whole time that Canada had fallowed Russia and Belarus back and now was franticly trying to tell America their plan to kill him.

"B-but listen America, you don't understand! They are going to try and kill you, you are not the hero you say you are right now just trust me and-" But he was downed out with the ever growing chat ok Kol in the background. "Aaahhahhhhaaaaah" Canada freaked out cowering behind America, not only was his brother doomed but he was too. There was no escape he had heard too much and now he was going to die.

"Here he is Russia!" America said pointing to his brother whose face was paler then the snow on the ground. I'm going to die, He's going to kill me and America is going to let him. Canada thought as Russia pulled him over and pushed Belarus straight into America. Canada whimpered. Belarus grumbled. Russia smiled. America laughed.

Sorry for the short Chapter promise the next one will have some interesting events. If you have any options please do tell I'm a very opened minded writer….I think.

Promise the Next chapter will be here before you can memories and sign Germany's song that Italy wrote him. I did it in a day =w= like a boss. Happy New Year