This took me a while to finish, sorry. I got distracted with new and shiny things. :3

Pairing: BelaRus

Angst

Natalya found her brother once again. She was quiet this time, having decided she would at least get close to him before saying anything. However, when she found him, she froze in the doorway. He was huddled in the corner, hugging his knees staring at a painting of sunflowers. He barely moved and was smiling slightly. The smile he used when he was upset.

Silently, she moved forwards and knelt beside him. He heard her as her dress rustled and looked up. An alarmed crossed his face but, without saying anything, Natalya hugged him. Ivan hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around her.

Fluff

Natalya stared at the camera. "What are you doing?" she asked in her quiet voice.

"Ah! Eh… Well…" said Tori, putting his hand behind his head and laughing. "It is Mister Ivan's birthday tomorrow. I-I was going to help you w-with your present. Y-You said y-you wanted to give him something special. And, I just thought, well, you're really pretty, so a picture would be good? Ahaha!"

Natalya stared blankly and then said, "Fine. Is it ready?" When Toris nodded and pressed the button, she smiled. If it was for her big brother, she would smile and make sure he got the perfect present.

Humour

Ivan looked around the door. No-one seemed to be there. He sighed with relief and ducked back in to put on his coat. As soon as it was buttoned up to the top, he smoothed it down and opened the door properly.

"Vialiki brat!" exclaimed Natalya, smiling slightly as she stood on the doorstep, her hands clasped. Ivan's eyes widened. How had she done that? He stood frozen for a moment before trying to close the door. "Vialiki brat!" said Natalya as she stopped the door, her voice lowered in pitch.

Smut

Ivan gasped as Natalya's hand found his vital regions. "Stop!" he said, hurriedly, breathlessly. Natalya didn't seem to listen as her fingers roamed the area. She leaned forward and pressed her lips gently against Ivan's cheek. The slight blush that had been there instantly spread as he looked up at her with half-lidded eyes. "Na-Natalya…" he whispered. The Belarusian smiled slightly.

Then she gripped his arousal and there was a gasp from Ivan. His hips bucked a little and his eyes closed. The pleasure of being touched like this after so long was clear. "Natalya…" he breathed; the way he said it made the woman's heart beat faster and her breath catch a little.

Au/Crossover (Alice in Wonderland)

Natalya looked at the young girl. At least, she presumed the person was a girl because they were wearing a blue dress with a little white apron. "So you have come to play croquet, dy?" she said, her blank expression not changing. Where on Earth has Ivan got to now? she thought, not interested in the answer.

"Etto… Hai," said the girl. "Are you the Queen of Hearts?"

"Niama," said Natalya. "I am the King of Hearts. The Queen of Hearts is not here yet. Perhaps I should go look for him."

"Ah, eh, Your Majesty!" exclaimed the Knave as she turned back to the castle. "The-The Queen said he would be out in just a minute. He-He wants you to wait here, gerai?"

(Vampire Hunters)

Ivan looked at the vampire and grinned. "Privet, Arthur. How are you?" The vampire responded with a guttural growl. He seemed to be annoyed by the interruption to his meal; the young man with the blonde hair and cowlick was limp in Arthur's arms. Yet he was still conscious.

"Ar… thur…" he managed. Apparently, the vampire had attacked someone close to him. He must have been trying to stop his urges – and had failed. The vampire growled again and straightened up, dropping the man. He seemed intent on attacking Ivan.

"Not so fast, adzin," said the voice of Natalya from behind Arthur. The vampire jerked and yowled in pain. Natalya seemed to have stabbed him with one of her knives. The knives were special and would kill any normal vampire easily. Natalya watched him blankly, waiting for him to turn to dust. Instead, a pale hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat.

"Sorry. Those don't work on me," said Arthur as his fangs retracted. He seemed to be regaining control of himself. Ivan, however, just smiled at him. He wasn't about to leave the vampire to kill the young man. Or others for that matter…

Kinky

Ivan gave Natalya a worried look. "Can you get me out of d'ese ropes?" he asked, as nicely as he could. He wriggled on the seat. With anyone else, he would just break out of them and be on his way. But it was his sister – he didn't want to upset her. Even if she was being rather scary today.

"Niama," said Natalya. She reached to part of her skirt and, with a ripping sound, part of it was removed so that her dress now only reached partway down her thighs. She ripped part of the top of her dress off so that her bosom was much more visible. It wasn't as big as Katyusha's, but they were still enough for Ivan to get a little turned on.

Fetish

"Chto eto?" he asked Natalya, frowning at the tickets in his hand. The ticket was for a plane headed to Provence in France. He looked up at her. He knew that there were a lot of sunflowers there but he was wondering why she had bought them if she hated being apart from him. She seemed to sense this as, suddenly, she leaned towards him conspiratorially and whispered the answer.

"I thought d'at our sex would be better if we were in a field of sunflowers." Ivan blushed and his eyes widened. Had she caught him in the painted room?

Hurt/Comfort

Natalya was defending Ivan to the hilt. In fact, she had been defending him for so long that she had begun to get frustrated with those making fun of him. Having had enough, she drew her knife and attacked one of the bullies. They cried out and fought back and, after exchanging a few blows, one knocked Natalya unconscious as she fell to the ground…

Natalya woke up in a hospital bed. She could feel the tubes inserted into her arms and something clinging to her head – a bandage most likely, she deduced. She began to sit up but there was a sudden noise and, suddenly, Ivan's worried face was in her view. "Do not sit up," he said, placing a large, gentle hand on her shoulder. She slumped back down, staring at him. He was paying attention to her. She had never thought that would happen in a million years.

First Love

Natalya watched Ivan from afar. To begin with, Ivan was quiet, constantly trying to make friends, always smiling in an effort to make himself seem more approachable. But people were frightened by what they considered was a creepy grin. They would avoid him and make fun of him. One day, he snapped and lashed out. This caused them to avoid him even more.

Whilst Ivan was crying in a remote corner of the playground one day, Natalya spoke to him. "Your smile is nice," was all she said. But it had an effect on Ivan. He glanced up at her with his tear-stained face. For a moment, all he did was stare. Then his face brightened as he smiled gratefully.

Fantasy

Natalya sat on her throne and brooded. Her mother and father had pushed her around so much that she was used to her blank expression. But, when she had met him, she had smiled in answer to his. Her cheeks had hurt. He had helped her then and now all she could do was think of him. She wondered if she would see him again.

As if in answer, the doors were thrown open and Toris entered, having difficulty dragging the tall man in. Natalya sat up straighter, shocked. Why was he there? Toris was her champion – he had worked hard for it – and wouldn't drag Ivan in to see her unless it was a serious matter.

Horror

Ivan was thrown backwards by the thing and he banged his head off the wall. It was surprisingly strong. He groaned and sat up, searching for his weapon. He soon spotted it – it lay behind the creature, where it had rolled when he dropped it. Scowling, he began to clamber to his feet when he saw movement from the corner of his eye and the creature roared turning in that direction as it bled from its stomach.

Now facing the creature was Natalya. She was glaring up at it, a knife in each hand. She leapt forward as the creature paused to roar in an attempt to scare her. She sliced across its chest, using both knifes. She landed lightly just in front of it and dodged backwards as it wildly swung with its arm. She had barely landed when she had to leap backwards as the creature ignored its wounds and charged.

Adventure

Natalya watched through the scope, waiting for the truck to get into the optimum range. She absolutely must stop them. Just as the truck was nearing the spot she had marked for its destruction, her radio crackled into life.

"Natalya. Where are you? I-" Ivan's voice cut off and a static crackled for a moment. He seemed to be in trouble. Natalya hesitated for a moment as the truck entered her range. It would be a matter of seconds before it was out of range and she would fail.

She grabbed the rifle and radio and stood, hurrying back the way she had come – back towards Ivan.

UST（Unresolved Sexual Tension）

Ivan stared across the table at Natalya. Natalya stared back. The silence seemed to weigh down heavily on their shoulders but neither said anything. Ivan wanted to tell Natalya to go away but knew it would be no use. Natalya, meanwhile, had something else on her mind.

Firstly, she wanted to be able to lean forward and stroke his hair. She wanted to run her foot up and down his leg under the table. She wanted to lean forward and kiss him. She wanted to push him onto the table and-

She frowned. What on Earth had gotten into her? She hoped it wasn't anything to do with the conversation she had overheard – that Frog annoyed her…

Future

"Marry me, vialiki brat," said Natalya, gazing into Ivan's eyes. He flinched and almost took a step back. However, he forced himself to remain calm. He was too used to running from her after all these years; he would have to stay and answer properly.

"Da, sestra," he replied, managing a smile. Natalya's expression immediately brightened. It was as though the sun had come out on a winter's day and Ivan was pleased. He sighed happily and enveloped her in a hug.

Suspense

With Ivan unconscious, Natalya could do nothing but wait. She was strong, but not strong enough to move him. However, it soon seemed that there would be no choice: she heard a bang of a distant door being thrown open and footsteps coming closer.

Looking round, Natalya spotted a small closet, perhaps used to hang up the office worker's coats. Hurriedly, she stood and, with a grunt, began to drag him hastily to the cupboard. The footsteps stopped outside just as she made it there. She tugged the doors open and began to push and pull him in. The sound of the key in the lock caused her to have a burst of strength and she managed to hoist him into the closet. Clambering on top of him, she swung the doors closed as the handle of the door turned.

Death

Natalya wrapped her arms around Ivan's legs, stopping him from leaving. "Nie! Do not go!" She could feel tears pricking at her eyes. She would refuse to let go and he would be safe. He would be alive. But… Someone would still have to go out there.

She jumped to her feet and gave him a push, overbalancing him. As Ivan stumbled, she rushed past him and threw the door open. She was about to pass through the doorway when an arm grabbed her by the waist. "Net," he said as he placed her on the floor within the room. Before she could protest or stand up, he had gone, closing the door firmly behind him.

Just a note. I wrote the bit about the vampire hunters a while back and I can't figure out what "adzin" means... I'm sure it's Belarussian but Google Translate wasn't cooperating with me to tell me... "Gerai" is Lithuanian for "okay?".