**A/N: Hey everyone! I'm stayed up all night working on some pictures of Russia, because I am that much of a fangirl. I actually named my cat Ivan. Okay, off topic. But I hope you enjoy!
I also forgot a Disclaimer in the last one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.**
You laid in the bed and fell asleep until you heard yelling outside. "Big Brother! Let me in! Ivan!" Russia's sister was screaming and pounding on the front door. "I will remove the door if you do not open it." Did she just say remove the door? You heard a small sigh and someone walking by, which was most likely Ivan going to get the door.
"Belarus", He said. "We must talk."
"About becoming one?" She asked happily. That's his sister!
"I will not become one with you. Ever." He sighed.
"Then, what is it, Big Brother?"
"I came across a stranger, and she was injured. She's here now." There was a long silence.
"...So. Where is she?" She asked.
"Sleeping. She is hurt."
"Where is she sleeping, Ivan?" There was another silence. "I'll find her myself." You were beyond scared. As quick as possible, you laid down, covered yourself with the wool blanket, and pretended to sleep.
You heard footsteps walking up and down the halls opening doors. She was across the hall. You closed your eyes and waited for the door to open. Eventually, the door swung open. She walked over to you and pulled the chair over to you. You heard Russia walk in, too. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Belarus staring at you. You managed to get out the words, "U-Um...hello", and that was all.
"Hello. Ivan, you are not needed here. Go." Ivan looked at you, but turned around and went elsewhere. "Why are you here?"
You were startled, but said something along the lines of, "I was stabbed". You were more focused on what she was doing than what you were saying.
"So, you like Big Brother?" She narrowed her eyes at you.
You said, "I-I just met him, but he seems n-nice. He saved my life."
"If you try to ruin my chances of becoming one with Ivan" , she said quietly, as she reached in the bag she carried and pulled out a small dagger, my blade will find it's way into your heart." You felt terrified. She smiled and put it away. "As soon as you recover, I want you gone."
"Natalya?" Ivan called. "It is late and I have things to do."
"I'm sure you do, Big Brother. I was just leaving." She stood up and looked down at me. She whispered, "Матухна Расія належыць мне, шлюха. Памятаеце пра гэта.". She skipped out of the room. "Goodbye, Ivan!"
As soon as the door slammed shut and she was gone, Ivan came over to the room. "Are you hurt?" He asked, making sure she didn't injure you further.
"No, I am fine. Do you have a restroom?" you asked politely.
"You need to bathe...da?" As awkward as it would feel showering in someone's house, you really needed to bathe. Russia sat on the bed and took your hand. "Can you walk?" He asked.
"Maybe. I need help up." You said, hoping he didn't think you were pushy.
"Da. I see." He stood up and grabbed your waist gently, avoiding the wounds. He had you standing, but his hands remained on your waist and you looked at each other for a long time.
"Your eyes are beautiful." You said, mesmerized by his sparking mauve eyes and his blushed cheeks. You giggled and said, "Mr. Russia, your blushing."
He was still blushing when he said, "Call me Ivan". He blushed even more when he glanced down and saw he was still holding your waist. "Sorry." His face was a bright red.
"The bathroom?" You reminded him, smiling.
"Oh, da. This way." He was still a bright crimson. You had a bit of trouble walking, so he put his arm around you and guided you through the house, all the way to the bathroom.
**A/N: I love writing the sweet fluffy stuff! I also like writing dark stuff, too, so don't be surprised if this has dark moments. Well, I have to go... It's already 4 A.M. And I have to get ready for the day. (I don't get a lot of sleep) Well, I hope you enjoyed! Review!**
Translation(s):
Belarusian: Матухна Расія належыць мне, шлюха. Памятаеце пра гэта.
English: Mother Russia is mine, bitch. Keep this in mind.