Hey all! You guessed it! It is everyone's [Or at least you guys who read my story] favorite lazy Author! I do have an excuse though. My old laptop had a virus so it died and I was so unmotivated. But now I am feeling the creative urge again so here I give you the final chapter! This is what happened with America and Belarus.
I Do Not Own!
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America watched as Russia grabbed Canada and flung the poor blonde man over his shoulder as if he was lugging around a dead body and laughed at the sight before calling after his doomed brother. "Later Bro! Give him hell for me k?"
Belarus on the other hand had the sudden urge to rush after him, pounce on her brother like a lioness and make him hers. But before she could do any of that fantasy she had to complete her promise to her brother. She had to kill America.
"Let's go. I want to make this quick." Belarus said as she looked left then right before holding her wrist. Now for anyone who doesn't know what Belarus is like they might have thought she was hurt, but what she was actually doing was checking to see that the knife was securely fastened to her arm. This was not the only knife on her person at the moment but she didn't want to go home and have to have to deal with too much bleach, one knife was all she needed.
"All right girly! Get ready to have the classical American date!" America said grabbing her hand. But Belarus immediately pulled away.
"Don't touch me you pig!" She shouted unable to control her hate. "I am here because my brother asked me to be. This is no classical …American…date…" The last words rung in her head no longer then a second before she flung her fist to strike at the American.
America merely smiled grabbing her wrist to stop the forceful emotion of her punch. "You're strong for a chick! No Joke! But nothing is stronger than the hero!" America said tightening his grip on her wrist.
"I said don't touch me you sexist moron!" She shouted again, but her pleas where nothing but a lost cause.
"What's this?" America said bluntly pulling her closer. "Why would you bring a knife on a date?" He added rolling up her winter jacket sleeve and unstrapping the blade from its pocket. "Damn, you commies are weird."
"Give that back!" She demanded grabbing at the weapon. Unfortunately America held the object high above his head she was unable to touch it. Not only was he stronger than her, but he was taller to. She had brains though, more brains then America could ever dream of having.
"You will get it back after our date! So let's go!" he said walking in the opposite direction of her brothers destined course.
If I fallow him the gap between me and Russia will widen…but I have to kill America, I will not let big brother down. She thought as she nodded and started trudging behind America through the snow.
The walked aimlessly for what seemed like hours; Belarus was positive that America had no idea where he was going. But that was all the better for her, she knew Russian territory better then she knew her name. Still, no matter how well it was to walk aimlessly in the snow it was still all the more awkward. And the tension was just building inside Belarus. Who is this stupid pig? Who does he think he is? Why would he think big brother would make me date him! This is a bet not a date! The anger just kept building up. She had to do something about this.
She had it planned in a mere minute, she would trip pretend to be hurt pull the knife out of her boot and stab him right through the heart. It was perfect.
"Oops." She yelled as she fell over. Belarus closed her eyes waiting to hit the snow but it never happened. Instead she felt a pair of unfamiliar arms rap themselves around her.
"Gotcha!" America called in a heroic voice. "Ha nature try to beat me now!" he added with a smile, his face inches away from Belarus's.
"Let go! Get off of me! I don't want to be touched" She cried pulling herself out of his grasp. "My boot!" She breathed as she noticed America reach to pick it up.
"Another knife? HA, fetish much?" America laughs putting that knife away as well. "It is like you are trying to kill me or something!"
"I. Wonder .Where. You. Get. That. Idea." Belarus sneered. She was at her limit. She reached into her shirt where she kept her last resort knife. "Let me paint this picture a nice color red for you!" She yelled leaping at him from the snow. She continued to jab at any space her arm could get at a quickly as possible. "Die. Die. Die. Die."
America made it look easy dogging each jab seconds before it touched his skin. This was like a game to him. And neither of them seemed to be getting bored. On the contrary Belarus was just getting more full of rage which did nothing but feed her energy, whereas America was finally catching on a little bit.
"Wow, take it easy!" America said grabbing her wrist once again but this time he pulled her close enough that their lips touched.
On America's side of this awkward kiss he could feel Belarus's face go bright red; he could feel her start to pull away. On Belarus's side of the kiss she could feel America's lips turn into a smile making her want to leave all the more. But America wouldn't let go.
"I never expected you to be one to kiss on the first date!" He joked. Belarus, who was feeling horrified, didn't know whether to try to kill him again or scream for her brother. So instead she made a compromise. She kicked America right where she knew even a hero was going to feel pain and ran right of in the direction of her brother.
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"And that his how I survived that date of a life time." America laughed thinking back on the now distant memory of his short attention span.
"Run America!" Canada cried watching as Russia expression went from innocently evil to a surprising over protective brother evil.
"How dare you touch my sister like that? Belarus is my younger sister! I would never send her on a date with you! You must have a death wish! She is probably drowning herself in vodka right now you selfish pig!" Russia sneered throwing a punch at America every time he could. For once in his life he felt like he should have been with his sister instead of away from her.
"B-brother…"Said a, for once horrified, voice from behind a nearby tree. Belarus was there clutching a rather large bottle of vodka in her hands.
"Sister!" Russia cried hitting America with on last punch lading right into his shoulder bone before running over to her and giving her a great big hug. "Belarus don't go near that pig again, promise."
"I will brother…if your promise me one thing…" Belarus said looking as if she was on the verge of tears.
"And what is that sister?" he asked still hugging her tightly.
"Marry. Me." She said making Russia's body freeze up cold. He just got himself into a very dangerous situation.
"I-I am going to have to take some time to think about that sister I mean I-" Russia stammered finally letting go of his sister and taking as many steps back as possible.
"You have ten seconds." She said pulling her sleeve up to look at a watch.
"Sister that is not fair." Russia said quivering in his boots.
"1 2 3 6 7.." Belarus counted.
"You skipped 4 and 5!" Russia starting to turn and get ready for a full fledge run.
"10!" Belarus shouted and the chase began. All America and Canada was watch in awed at this sight.
"I kind of feel bad for Russia you know." Canada said watching as the two siblings faded into the forest. He looked up to his brother who was also smiling. "You have to feel the same way right America?"
"Nope." America said. "I hate that stupid commie loser." He said still smiling.
"B-but that smile….." Canada said confused as he finally thought it was safe to leave the ice for solid ground. "What is with that smile?" Canada finally asked with a sigh."
"I won the bet." America replied simply.
Done finally done! Ok guy my next big story is a 'Junjou Romantica' or 'Maid- Sama' fanfiction. So stay tuned because I know you love this Italian slacker! And to prove my love leave a review if you have a request one-shot or even a story you want me to write for you!