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Chapter 3: Into the Water with You!

"Bathroom breaks are over!" Germany shouted, sticking his head out the meeting room door. He stared sternly at the nations who had lingered in the hallway for longer than the ten minutes permitted to go pee and get something to snack on.

Belarus glared back just as hard, but when he didn't budge, she pushed her wall and slid undetected into the room. It was huge with long, sound absorbing curtains which made no sense in a conference room. The table was ovular, as usual, and the other nations were currently in different stages of a cat nap or eating snacks.

America, Hungary, Japan, and several other nations scuttled into the room, grinning like co-conspirators in a nasty little plan. Even Japan had a small grin on his face. She tried to figure out how many of them were because of a discussion they'd been having or because someone had given them a blowjob just moments before.

Her imagination immediately took that idea and ran with it, shoving pictures she had no need for into her head. Jealously built in her chest as images of America flashed across her mind. Then she realized what she was doing, fantasizing, and shoved her underused imagination back into its box and sat on it.

The other nations found their seats quickly. She was the last to sit down. There was a screeching, high-pitched scream was she moved towards her seat. The moment her rear made contact with the cushioning of the chair, her seat collapsed beneath her. She managed to hang onto the table so she wouldn't hit the awkward pieces jutting up this way and that from the pile.

Mortification twisted in her belly as she pulled herself up to stand. They all stared at her, wide-eyed. Utter terror flashed in their eyes. "I-I'm leaving," she muttered, walking swiftly towards the door. She could feel tears burning in the back of her throat. She couldn't believe that had just happened. Could she embarrass herself anymore in America's presence?

'Why do I care what he thinks of me?' she thought bitterly to herself, 'He doesn't mean anything to me.'

"Liar," her mind sang happily back at her, "You are such a liar."

"Shut up," she growled aloud without realizing it.

"Um, okay, but I haven't said anything yet," America said from behind her.

He had followed her?! Who did he think he was? Sure, he was a super power. Sure, he was a rather successful country, but that had nothing to do with personal affairs. Outrage swiftly overtook any other emotions she may have been feeling. She spun around, ready to imbed one of her daggers in his forehead, but when she saw the concern on his face, concern for her, the tears broke from the dam and came spilling forward.

Belarus drew back, snapping her eyes shut and pressing the back of her hand to her mouth. She hiccupped involuntarily, her shoulders shaking. 'Stop crying. Stop crying. You don't cry. You're strong. You can't show weakness in front of others.' Despite her usual mantra from reeling back her emotions, they still flung themselves all over the floor, mocking her with their freedom.

Those strong, familiar arms were around her in second, pulling her against America's solid chest. He didn't say anything, pressing her face into his shirt. He knew, somewhere in the recesses of his mind that actually pay attention to his surroundings, that Belarus would hate for the others to see her crying. She'd probably kill him just for seeing her cry. He wouldn't be surprised in the least.

He stroked her hair gently, pressing his nose into the top of her head. She smelled delicious like sugar and sunflower, of course, but under that there seemed to be a flowery scent that he couldn't put his finger on.

The scene lasted a very short time.

"Get off of me!" Belarus growled, her voice still somewhat hoarse from her crying. It was obvious that she was trying to hold back a stutter. She shoved him away forcefully, turning and running before he could do anything more. Before he could see her face burning rose red.

"Where did Belarus go?" Lithuania asked only moments later, stepping up beside the taller man.

America still stared after her, the sight of her flying hair and flowing skirts hard to forget. "She ran away," he murmured, his mind nowhere near the hallway that they stood in.

Lithuania looked up at him, a small smile spreading across his lips. "Don't worry, she'll come around eventually," he soothed, patting his friend on the shoulder and turning him back towards the conference room, "Let's finish up this meeting and maybe you'll be able to get her to have some fun."

America pursed his lips, watching straight ahead. "Some fun, hmm? I can do that," he hummed thoughtfully, letting the other man lead him away.

…..

"Come to the beach, they said. It'll be fun, they said," Belarus grumbled to herself in annoyance, watching the other nations fling sea water at each other from where she was standing by the snack bar. She leaned back on the weathered wood, glaring around at other beach-goers from behind a pair of dark lensed, black framed sunglasses. Somehow, Hungary and Belgium had been able to force her into a skimpy blue bikini. A thin skirt wound around her waist, the ends tied in a knock on her hip making the rest of the material slope sharply until it came to a stop at her opposite leg's knee.

As an added annoyance, Hungary had confiscated all of her knives, daggers, and the one handgun she carried just in case her sharp beauties didn't get the job done.

Sighing loudly, she turned her back on the group towards the man behind the bar. She tried to flick her hair over her shoulder before remember that the girls had pulled it into a high ponytail with the help of a ribbon, and only strands of it fell around her face now. An irritated growl was the next sound to slip from between her lips.

"What can I get you?" the man behind the counter asked politely, keeping his eyes down on where they worked cleaning off the bar. He had a soft Spanish accent, the kind that had a kind of musical lilt to it due to their second language.

She'd never been to the west coast before, but she'd heard Mexico's accent, and had to admit she enjoyed the Cuban accent much more.

"Do you have anything with vodka in it?" she wondered, only half joking. She really needed a drink right around then.

"I'll need to see some ID," the man replied, glancing up at her. A flirtatious grin spread across his face. Now, she realized, he was much younger than she'd first thought. "What's a pretty young thing like you drinking such hard liquor?"

Her smile was hard, but you couldn't tell unless you knew what to look for. Even irritated, she could flirt with the best of them. Now didn't seem like a great time, but maybe if America saw- She cut off her thoughts right there. No way was she going down that way, even if it was one of the deciding factors in her actions.

"Just here with some friends." She nodded towards the water where the other nations were slowly, but surely, being baked by the sun. She saw Hungary approaching out of the corner of her eye.

"You've got a lot of friends there. Maybe I could round up a couple of my buddies and we can all go out after my shift ends," he offered, leaning forward on the bar, "By the way, I'm Marcus." He held out his hand to her.

She took it, and crushed it in her tight grip. "Belarus." She wasn't about to give him her human name. That was reserved for only people she thought deserved to know.

"L-like the country?" the man asked, pulling his hand back to message it.

"Exactly, now, that vodka…" Belarus prompted, leaning forward on her arms.

He couldn't keep his eyes off her chest. "R-right…" Tearing his eyes away from her seemed physically painful for him. She loved the rush of power she felt flooding through her body.

Hugary slid in next to Belarus, her boobs resting on her crossed arms in the same position as Belarus. "What are you doing?" she asked curiously, watching the flustered man quickly throw together Belarus' drink.

"Getting a drink."

Hungary rolled her eyes. "Yes, I can see that. What are you doing to that guy? That position you're in is not of innocent intent."

Besides resting her boobs on her arms, Belarus had her ass sticking out at an inviting angle for men to stare at, giving them a long view of her flawless back and toned legs. "Reeling in men for fun."

"It does seem like a lot of fun," Hungary agreed, watching at the men slowly began to pile up around them, "I think I'll join you." Maybe she could piss Prussia off. That would definitely be fun. They hadn't had a fight to the death in a while, and she kind of missed it.

"Here you go," the bartender said, turning around to hand Belarus the drink when he spotted Hungary copying Belarus' stand. He nearly dropped the glass. He slid it in front of Belarus, his eyes darting between the pair. "C-can I get you something?"

"A beer," Hungary replied with a bright smile.

The man nodded, pulling a bottle from under the counter and popping the top. "Don't worry about the drinks, they're on the house. I'll see you later then?" He seemed to have reassembled his composure, his flirtatious smile back brighter than before.

The women didn't reply, turning and walking away down the beach towards the pier. Smirks lit their faces. It was an eerie sight the two women walking side by side. Nobody would even to dare cross them, especially if they knew the pair. Eyes followed them wherever they went.

"The water is so pretty and blue here," Hungary called happily, leaning over the edge of the pier, her hand clasped around the wooden pole as she stared into the churning blue-green mass, "Come over here and look at the water Belarus. It's breathtaking." She turned her face towards the horizon, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand.

"Okay," Belarus replied cautiously, shuffling closer to the edge. She peered into the water and was pleasantly surprised. The water was very pretty. She glanced up towards the horizon. Hungary was right, it was breathtaking. Unlike many of the other countries, she'd never taken the chance to actually go to the sea and look at it. She could see for miles, only blue expanse. The sun skidded across the choppy surface, reflecting back vigorously.

The pair was so entranced that they didn't hear the running footsteps thundering towards them. "Make way!" a male voice shouted, but not soon enough. He plowed into Belarus hard.

She pitched forward, flailing her arms helplessly. "A-A-Alfred!" she shouted as she plummeted towards that beautiful water.

She hit the surface with an echoing crack, shooting deep under the surface of the sea. Almost immediately, she was swept out to sea. Her eyes burned viciously with the salt of the water. Flailing, she tried to swim to the surface. The only thing was, she didn't know how to swim.

Breaking the surface, she sputtered. "Brother! Alfred!" she managed to shout before a wave crashed over her head, forcing her back under water. Sea water flooded her mouth. Her lungs were already burning with the need for oxygen. Black spots dotted her vision, growing ever larger. The water jerked her this way and that. She couldn't tell up from down any longer.

This was it for her. This was how she, a nations, was going to die. 'How pathetic…'

'Alfred! Brother! Someone help me, please!' she thought desperately just before the darkness flooded her sight.

Obviously, we're not going to get to Valentine's Day in this fic by Valentine's Day, but let's hope that we get there. You know, I had a point to this fic, but now it's really just me torturing Belarus. It's actually pretty fun. I think I'll be adding some fluffiness into the next chappie. Feed the review monster while you wait! *monster knashes teeth*