Belarus looked at her vast collection of knives. So many, so, so, so many. Belarus directed her attenion to her closet. Opening it up, there was shrines, yes, shrines to her big brother Russia. This chick is seriously fucked up. So anyway, she started polishing off her Russia dolls(I'm so serious, you guys) carefully and slowly until her phone rang. With extreme caution, she set the doll down and went over to her dresser. She automatically asnwered the phone with, "Brother, oh big brother! Are you finally going to say yes to me? I knew you couldn't resist, brother!"
"Little sister? It's me, Ukraine..."
"Oh...The woman who took Russia away from me."
"I'm sorry for being such a bewitching older sister! Anyway, Russia wanted to tell you that he needs your help right away."
"Russia? Needs me? Right away? Really?"
"Yes~! Maybe today is your big break, little sister! Today might be the day!"
"HAHAHAHA! IN YOUR FACE! I WON, BEYATCH!" Belarus hung up her phone in victory. On the other hand, Ukraine sighed and smiled, thinking her sister was finally happy despite she just got called a bitch. Belarus put on her wedding dress she'd been saving for years, got the pile of dead flowers by the picture she had of Ukraine, and ran out the door without a second thought in the world. And somewhere in Russia, a regretful Russian crossess his fingers and hopes to God his Belarussian sister didn't take it the wrong way.