Chapter 4

As America stood in front of the stand that housed the black hair oriental beauty, memory came flooding back of a war of sacrifice and a love half done. He will never forget the time spent with her and all the lives wasted for stopping the advance of communism, which in the end was futile. For she is the reason the color red saddens him so.

"So how has it been? You looked like you have been through hell and back." Vietnam's words hit him as if they had fists, and had to seriously think about what do to or to say. America tore his gaze away from his feet to her; she was leaning over the stand with her elbows touching the stands and her hands under her chin. She seemed to be enjoyed with America's discomfort as you could clearly see by her sadistic grin that she had on her face.

"I-its been good…. It has been a while seen we last talked to each other. I real did not expect to find you in one of my malls. It was the last place that I would guess to look for you…. So what are you doing here?" America's tone of voice was neither of anger nor of sadness but more of calm curiosity. But you could not tell that by his face with that looked of dead sadness in his eyes.

"Well I was tired of making sneakers for snot nosed brats around the world and growing rice in my home, so I am taking a break. It's not like the rest of my people will stop making them if I'm out. Plus I wanted to see you." Her gaze ran up and down America's body. It was the kind of gaze you would expect from a girl that checking you out in an almost sexy way. This was a long slow gaze that made him a bit uncomfortable, as if she was judging every flaw he had, but her gaze finely made it to his eyes.

"So is there some special reason that your dressed that way or do enjoy dressing like a fool?" her tone of voice was clear and to the point in sarcastic way. America quickly got irritated for having to tell the same story over for the third time that day. It also didn't help that the country that he had to tell it to was Vietnam, who was enjoying his frustration with a sly grin on her face, but before America opened his mouth to tell the long tale, two feminine arms firmly wrapped around his torso. To one side of his shoulder, Belarus was looking up at America like a kind hearted angel that was a little bit puzzled with her head slightly tilted. America's face turned bright red as he looked away from Belarus to Vietnam, who was very fixated on the two of them trying to find out what's going on.

"Big Brother I'm hungry… What's taking so long?" America quickly turned his attention back to Belarus.

"Oh B -Belarus I'm getting the food as fast as I can. Please just wait a little longer." The blonde man pleaded; Belarus's observant eyes didn't miss a beat though; staring directly at Vietnam. Her joyful expression turned into one of horrifying jealousy.

You see the real Russia had his eyes on Vietnam way back when, so Belarus remembers her well. Belarus shoved America aside and marched right up to Vietnam. The two female nations stared each other down. Belarus glared at the dark haired nation, earning a nervous one in return. Vietnam was unbelievably confused at this point while Belarus lunged at her with blinding rage.

"What are you doing around my big brother! Are you trying to seduce him, you five dollar Asian hooker? Oh I know your game you filthy disease ridden whore! I will cut you!" By this point Belarus had already taken her knife out of its holding place—the garter around her left leg—and had it pointed at Vietnam's windpipe.

Behind Belarus stood a very confused American; the male country's face could let anyone easily know his thought; "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

Sweat rolled down Vietnam's neck when she realized that she didn't have time to defend herself with the club that she had in her hand.

"Could please tell her to calm down America!" Panic was evident as Vietnam dodged Belarus's next attack.

Upon hearing Vietnam's plea of desperation, America grabbed Belarus's hand, the one that was holding the knife, and held her tightly so she couldn't move. The knife was near her ear while she franticly tried to get lose. Her face was still just as vicious as it was before with her eyes honed in on Vietnam's neck like a lioness defending her cubs against a intruder.

It seemed as nothing could calm her down as she nearly missed cutting America's cheek. People were started to stare as she flailed around. With all her flailing, Belarus managed to hit America a few times, angering the normally happy young man. He turned her around to face him, holding her at arm's length. Belarus was not expecting that as she let out a little "squeak ".

The death stare eye quickly vanished and was replaced with embarrassment as she stared in to his face of disapproval. Without saying a word Belarus hung her head in shame and embarrassment. Her death grip on the knife loosened and fell to the floor. The couple stood there in silence until Belarus began to tear up, latching herself onto America to steady herself. The young woman sobbed into his chest.

America's face softened into a sympathetic look as slowly embraced her. It was then he realized that she can't help to act that way when her real brother would hardly bat an eye at her. She truly loved him and of course she loved him even though he wasn't even there. As the two of them stood there with Belarus still crying, America couldn't help to feel the love of Belarus even though he was a stand-in.

"It's alright big brother is here. Everything is going to be ok." America's words were soft and comforting as he settled his cheek on the top of her head with his eyes closed.

"Could someone please fill me in? I don't know what the hell is going on." Vietnam's plight for answers never came because their embrace was so strong that nothing could stop it. It was a long time; almost like they turned in to statues. Silently they parted. Belarus took the American's hand and stared thankfully into his eyes. America couldn't take any longer; his heart was pounding out of his chest as he stared into her eyes. Then his focus turned to her lips.

There was an over whelming feeling, a feeling of fire in is chest. America then drew her in close once more. She did this same… Then It happened the moment both of them a wanted. Belarus always dreamed of this, a kiss from her big brother. Even though it was not him at all. Her mind was so passed reality that her brother and America became the same thing.

Just a few yards away stood a blood splattered humanoid being hiding behind a large potted palm tree. The palm tree was behind Vietnam's stand, but she didn't notice the thing that was talking to itself. The vile thing was Canada, but his sanity was lost in is rage and anger towards his brother, split into two.

"What is he doing to her? I can't see… I look like they are kissing maple maple" As Canada crawled closer to Vietnam's stand . He stood up almost like an old man would have with is back hunch over. He was right next to her when he stood and they were uncomfortably close to each other.

"Can I help you, sir?..." Vietnam's voice was quivering in puzzlement. Then she noticed blood and that he was practically naked. Her eyes widen her hand move closer to the night stick she had hidden in her stand. She went to swing it a Canada who had his eyes fixed on the two love birds that sat at a table a few yard away. He never took his eyes of them as he cot the night sick with one had.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you… Maple maple" Canada's head turned slowly to face her. She got a good look at who it was. Vietnam loosened her grip on the stick and it dropped to the floor with a big clunk. Vietnam's hands went to her side.

"Canada is that you? What the hell? Why are you in your underwear? " Her question went unanswered as he climbed up on to the stand. He was about to lung at them. His legs and arms were in the reedy position that made him look like a house cat that was about to pounce on a mouse. But as he went to strike out Vietnam grabbed him wrestled him to the ground. For someone as small as Vietnam, she has astounding strength. It was easy for her to slam him and pin him to the ground. It was like one of those bugs you pin to some cardboard for a school project.