I am so thankful that people are reading my story. It started out as a drabble but I am currently working on chapter 5... and there is going to be a lot more after that I think. As a warning it is going to start getting pretty weird... I am not sure what I was thinking as I wrote it. Please but in the reviews if you would like me to write a milder version. this chapter is shorter. I don't not own hetalia. Enjoy reading!
Belarus walked upstairs to compose herself. She wasn't use to someone caring about her. The emotions that came with knowing who it was that cared were hard to deal with. She has wanted someone for so long. It was hard to abandon the feelings that came with it. She remembered that there was still the letter from her brother in her hand. She figured she should just read it now and get it over with. The letters never helped and made her feel worse about doing what she did to them both. She wondered what he would do if he knew about the cutting. She opened the letter.
Belarus, There is a world meeting this weekend. I am forbidding you to go. No one wants you to be around. They all hate you. I hate you. Don't bother coming this weekend. I will tell the other nations that you are not there because you are sick. I will not tell them that you are sick in the head. They all know you are though. I don't see why I just don't put you in a mental asylum. That is where you belong. Nothing is right about you. Russia.
This wasn't to different then the other letters. She walked over to the locked jewelry box that she kept all of the letters in. Russia had given her the box when she and Ukraine moved out of his house, before she became obsessed with him. It matched the one that he gave Big Sister. The boxes held a necklace that matched the sickle and hammer that represented the world in which they lived together for so long. Belarus had stopped wearing the necklace a long time ago. It was underneath the letters that yelled out everything that was wrong with her. She enjoyed being crazy most of the time. It made her unforgettable in the eyes of everyone else. She wanted to be normal sometimes. But it was hard after being what she was for so long.
There was a pounding at the front door. She glanced out the window, to see who it was. It was Russia and Ukraine. Ukraine seemed to be begging Russia not to do something. Russia was ignoring her more than anything. Belarus saw the smaller nations that lived with Russia cowering back a bit. She realized Lithuania had told Russia that Japan was here with her. She saw a small movement in the trees and caught a glimpse of dark hair. He was still here. This made her feel slightly better about everything. Sighing she moved away from the window, straightened her dress and bow and marched defiantly down the stairs. One may call her crazy or psychopath, but never would anyone call her a coward.
Belarus opened the door to see exactly what she saw from upstairs, minus the small Asian country. Ukraine tried to get past Russia to be with her sister, but was blocked by his strong arm. Belarus thought to herself that things haven't changed much from the soviet days. He truly did rule with an iron fist then and will rule what he could from now on the same way. Belarus decided it may be better to start this conversation instead of her brother. They were currently in a fierce staring contest. Both of their eyes were almost entirely to slits.
"So you finally decided to come to your senses then? You realized that I am the only one that can be good enough for you ever. I am even better than any of these other nations that you surround yourself with, even Big Sister." Belarus knew none of this should be said, but she wanted to do what damage she could do before Russia started in on his anger. She knew what she said hurt Ukraine deeply, but it slipped out before she could think about what she said. There wasn't time to think of anyone else. She produced the knife she had kept hidden in the folds of her skirt and hold up to the much taller man.
"Come on Big Brother, Let's get married, married, MARRIED!" The fear in his eyes was the best part of this crazy girl act. Before she knew it, Russia nodded his head and Belarus felt arms around her and a hood tied over her face. She heard the maniacal laugh that she hadn't heard in so long. This was beginning to be like before the end of the regime. She felt herself being dragged along the cold frozen ground. She refused to cry in front of others, last night being the first time since she had moved out of Russia's home. Ukraine had always held her while she cried then. Before long she felt herself pass out from the shock of it all.
Japan watched this horrid act of siblings against siblings in pain for his beloved soviet princess. He wished he could do something to help her, but if he tried to rescue her now, things would turn out badly for both Belarus and himself. There was nothing that he could do alone, but there maybe a few other nations that would be willing to help. Japan realized that he would have to admit to them about his feelings for the psychopath nation and probably betray her deepest secret. He regretted staying until the morning. He should have left like he always did. He followed the soviets quietly all the way to the huge empty castle that Russia was still occupying. He saw them take his lovely soviet princess in the castle and then turned around and went home. He could think better about what to do at home, he may not know how to, but he knew he had to save and then protect the woman he loved.