Belarus grinned. Finally, it would be her turn. Latvia had at least gotten a shot with his brother, America was dating his brother, Romano had gotten Italy, and Iceland hadn't exactly gotten his brother, but good enough. Belarus wanted her love. The one she WOULD marry, no matter what lengths she had to go to.

"Brother..." she whispered as she entered his house.

"What are you doing?" she heard a cold, familiar voice. Her brother's lover. Estonia.

"I want my brother."

"I know you want him, but he's mine. And now that I'm his, I no longer care what you could do to me. You wouldn't hurt Russia that way, and if you hurt me you hurt him."

Belarus just glared coldly before walking past him into the dimly-lit house.

"Russia?" she called, before feeling hard hands grasp her shoulders.

"What are you doing in my home." It wasn't so much a question, but a statement to leave.

"I came to find you, brother."

"You found me. Now leave me and my lover alone."

"Why?"

"Because I am your older brother and you will do as I say, da?"

Belarus turned around to face her brother, coming within inches from his stone-cold expression. "Why must you hate me brother? I love you and I want to marry you. Why is that so hard to understand?"

"I understand what you want. I refuse. I love Estonia."

"Estonia can't give you what I can."

"And what do you have to give me?"

"Happiness. Love. Joy."

Russia paused, as if hurt by this. "Happiness? Love? Joy? And how have you caused these things? You've always done things to scare me, like breaking down my door so I'd marry you. That doesn't bring me happiness.

"And I love Estonia. You could never love me more than he does. You're not in love. You're obsessed.

"And as for joy...never. All you want is me to marry someone I don't love and keep me from my lover. Where is the joy in that? Where is the happiness you promise? Where's the love in taking me from my love? I don't love you, Belarus. You are my sister, da? And I don't love you. Maybe not even in that sense."

Belarus couldn't help it. She cried. Her expressionless face broke into a million tears. Her love hated her. She wasn't even a sister to him. Their relationship couldn't be more non-existant.

She ran away, knowing that as much as she wanted Russia to come after her, her leaving was all he wanted. To leave him in peace for the rest of his life.

She had tried sleeping several hours ago. It wouldn't work. She wanted Russia. She wanted love. Hell, she'd settle for brotherly love at this low of a point. She was devastated.

And when she heard the bell at her door she thought greatly of ignoring it. It was late after all and no one should be out at an hour like this.

She couldn't help but hear the voice in her head say, "What if it's Russia? Your dear, beloved brother?" She knew it wasn't true, but she wanted it to be so desperately that she went to the door anyway.

Just to find Estonia. The one who caused her so much pain by taking her brother.

"Belarus."

Belarus didn't respond and her look was one of pure, cold, hatred, but she also said with her expression to say what he needed. The sooner he was done the sooner she could go back to not falling asleep.

"Russia loves me."

"So I've heard."

"And I love him. And he will never marry you."

"You have what you want and I'm broken-hearted because of it. Why do you feel you must gloat at the end of it all?"

"Because the end you were given isn't the end to it all. He will never marry you, but he does love you. Not how you want, but you are his sister. He said he doesn't love you in any way, but it's not true. He even began crying because of it. He does love you. If he didn't, he wouldn't have cried over your hurt. You may not get your wishes, but isn't this at least better than what you were given? Isn't this good enough?"

Belarus didn't respond, but rather looked at him blankly. He gave up on a reaction, and left her in the doorway.

"Yes, Estonia." She whispered so he wouldn't hear, just loud enough to make this all seem real. "It is good enough. It's amazing, but I really am fine with him just being my brother.

"It really is more than good enough."