Russia sprinted down the hall, desperately looking for a hiding spot. "Big brother, where are you?" He heard the singing voice drawing near.
Russia turned a corner and began running down another corridor, almost tripping over his feet as he came to a dead end. He frantically looked around for a hiding spot, catching sight of a janitor's closet. He strided to it and turned the door handle, praying that it wasn't locked.
When it turned fully, he swung it open and jumped inside. He then barricaded the door with anything he could find: brooms, buckets, a garbage can... a giant metal shelf. Yeah, that'll hold... probably.
Russia backed himself into a corner and tucked his knees into his chest as he heard the footsteps coming closer.
"Big brother?" Belarus called out, causing Russia to flinch. Sweat began to drip from his face as she paced up and down the corridor.
After what felt like hours, she began to move away and Russia was able to finally let out the breath he was holding. But as he exhaled he heard the footsteps coming back quickly before they completely disappeared.
For about two seconds there was dead silence, until a heavy weight crashed into the door, causing Russia to gasp on accident. He quickly slapped a hand to his mouth, but it was too late.
"Big brother, I know you're in there! Come out so we can be together!" she screeched as she pounded on the door. Russia covered his ears and squeezed his eyes closed as he began shaking his head. "Go away, go away, go away!"
"I can't do that big brother, we will become one and we will be happy forever," she argued as she began clawing at the door. Russia looked around in a panic for an escape, eventually finding a large vent on the ceiling. He stood up and inspected the vent, concluding that it was just big enough to fit inside.
Belarus took out her knife and began stabbing a hole around the door handle, reminding Russia that he was on the clock. With the little time left before she broke in, he climbed up the metal shelf, opened the grate, and looked into the vent to see two directions he could go. He was about to enter the vent, but stopped when she began pleading.
"Why. Won't. You. Love. Me!" She yelled as she repeatedly stabbed into the door. Russia looked down at the door sadly, "I do love you sestra, but only as a brother, and that's how I'll always feel," and with that he climbed into the vent and began crawling to safety.
"You're lying. You love me more than that, you just don't know it yet," Belarus said as she yanked the door handle off and looked through the hole. 'Huh?' She thought in confusion when she couldn't see him.
She opened the door and looked in the closet, but he had somehow vanished. She pushed the stuff away from the door and looked around for clues as to where he was hiding. "Dammit," she said to herself when she noticed the opened vent on the ceiling.
She climbed up into the vent and looked to her left and right, deciding which way to go. After a couple seconds she made a guess, 'I hope this is the right way.'
"Stupid England, I don't need to know how to act "gentlemanly," America growled as he stomped down the hall like an angry child. "I doubt he would be acting like a gentleman if he got stabbed in the hand."
As America continued to mumble angrily down the hall, he neglected to hear the loud movement above him. "Where did Mattie go? He's gonna pay for leaving me like that."
'Of course he left, they all do,' a voice said. America's lip slightly quivered before holding it in a frown, "s-shut up," he said out loud.
He pushed away the bad thoughts and continued walking, but stopped when he heard a metallic creaking above him. He looked up at the ceiling and noticed a vent right above him. He assumed that it was just mice or something, but jumped when a face emerged behind the vent grate.
America instantly recognized the deep violet eyes and glare, "Belarus?" He asked, amused at the sight. "Da, have you seen big brother?" She asked.
"Uh... no, sorry," America apologized. Belarus just frowned at him and continued crawling. America just snickered to himself and started walking again. "What a weirdo."
Belarus reached another vent grate and looked through, seeing Ukraine walking down the hall with a couple other girls. Belarus opened the grate and jumped down behind them.
"Sestra, have you see- "Aahhhhh!" Ukraine interrupted as she shrieked and ran down the hall. Some of the other nations looked at the sprinting Ukrainian in confusion, but understood when they turned around and jumped away from the Belarusian that had come out of nowhere.
"Oh Belarus, vhere did you come from?" Hungary asked. Belarus silently pointed at the ceiling, showing Hungary an open vent grate.
"...right... vell us girls are getting lunch togezher, do you vant to join?" Hungary offered.
"Nyet, I'm trying to find big brother, have you seen him? Belarus asked. Hungary looked at all the other girls, but they just shrugged back at her. "I'm sorry but ve haven't."
Belarus looked down at the ground in failure, she was so close, but he got away... again. Hungary looked at her in pity and decided to offer again, "he probably vent off for lunch, so how about you eat vith us for now."
Belarus hesitated, wanting to find her brother first, but eventually agreed. Her and the rest of the girls walked around and found Ukraine hiding behind a couch. After realizing who it was that scared her, Ukraine profusely apologized to her sister and joined the rest of the group. Now complete, the entire group of girls went off to lunch.
After the lunch break, all the nations began to make their way back to the meeting room. As Belarus entered the room, she found Russia had already arrived and was talking with Lithuania. As Ukraine and her took their seats, Belarus shot a glare at Lithuania for getting all of the attention.
Lithuania looked over at her and started shaking, gaining the attention of Russia. Russia turned around and flinched as he saw Belarus' death glare. "Why did you leave me big brother?" She asked menacingly.
Just as Russia was about to stutter out an answer, they were interrupted by another pair of quarreling siblings. "What do you mean "why are you mad?" You left me to get lectured by England for half an hour!" America shouted at Canada.
"You threw a woman into a wall, eh," Canada responded. America angrily pointed at his bandaged hand and Canada just rolled his eyes. "That's what happens when insult her, which is another reason why you got lectured."
"She threatened to kill you!" America argued.
"I can handle myself," Canada stated as he crossed his arms.
"Clearly, if it wasn't for me you would've been stuck under Russia the entire time," America boasted.
"I appreciate that, but the only reason any of this happened was because instead of just politely moving him like a normal person, you carried him around like a child," Canada scolded.
"You know I've tried other methods, but he hasn't stopped. I think he's doing it to annoy me," America theorized.
"Watching Canada squirm brings me great pleasure," Russia commented.
"Stay outta this commie," America snapped.
"Don't speak like that to big brother you capitalist bastard!" Belarus yelled as she jumped up from her seat.
"Uh oh, you've done it now, eh," Canada whispered to America.
"Fuck you," America grumbled back.
"I can see why you chicos called them "New England" and "New France," Spain whispered to France and England.
"Excuse me?/Excusez-moi?" France and England asked angrily.
In no time, the entire meeting descended into loud arguing with each other. France, England, and Spain had started a three-way fight, Greece and Turkey began wrestling, Switzerland was threatening anyone that came near Liechtenstein, Hungary was trying to beat Prussia with her frying pan, and America was somehow managing to argue with 3 people over 3 different things at once.
Germany rubbed his temple with his eyes closed as he tried his best to not get sucked into the argument as well, but was interrupted when something hard hit him in the head. He shot his eyes open and looked up to where the object came from, seeing a terrified Hungary looking down at him with her frying pan still in her hands.
"Hungary, vhy vould you hit West like zhat?" Prussia accused while he hid behind Germany. Hungary dropped her pan and frantically checked Germany for damage. "I-I'm so sorry Germany, I vasn't aiming for you."
Germany just grabbed her hands and moved them away from his face. "It's alright, just please stop arguing," He urged as he rubbed the bump on his head.
Hungary agreed and went back to her seat, but continued to exchange dirty looks with Prussia. After a couple more minutes without anyone else stopping, Germany prepared to finally interrupt. He looked over at Hungary and Liechtenstein, the only two people not arguing, and nodded to them.
They covered their ears as Germany cleared his throat and opened his mouth, "SHUT UP!!!" All the nations instantly quieted down and went back to their seats. Germany rubbed his thumping forehead and sighed, "China, you're up."
China nodded to him and walked up to the front of the room. After a few seconds of silence, he snapped his head to America. "When are you going to pay back your debt, aru?"
"Ugh..." America groaned as he leaned his head back. "Chill out, I'm getting to it," he responded.
China's face turned bright red as he started fuming, "you've been "getting to it" for years, stop stalling and pay it back!"
"Ok, ok... jeez," America apologized.
"Such immature western nations," China grumbled to himself.
'What an idiot,' All the nations thought in unison. America watched all the nations look at him in either pity or annoyance, but just continued to smile.
'Look at 'em, they hate you,' the voice taunted. His smile slightly faltered before going back up, going unnoticed by everyone except for Canada.
The nations brought their attention back to China as he moved on to a different subject, allowing Canada to question America. "Hey Al, are you alright?"
America looked over at Canada, noticing his concerned expression. He smiled at him brightly, "yeah bro, China's just starting to get annoying with the whole debt thing."
Canada patted America on the back in sympathy, "don't let him get to you, eh." America gave a soft, genuine smile, "thanks bro."
Canada smiled back at him then held up Kumajiro, "you wanna hold him?" America contemplated it, remembering what happened that morning, but eventually gave in and took the bear.
For the rest of the meeting, America quietly played with Kumajiro as the nations discussed more issues. When the time finally came for everyone to leave, America didn't even notice because he had fallen asleep on Kumajiro.
"Alfred wake up, the meeting ended," Canada said as he shook his brother's shoulder. "Huh, wha?" America slurred as he lifted his head up.
"The meeting is over," Canada repeated. "Oh... oh shit!" America yelled as he jumped up and shoved Kumajiro into Canada's arms.
"What?!" Canada asked worriedly.
"IhaveplansrightnowandI'mrunninglatesoI'llseeyoulater byeee!!!!" America rambled as he sprinted out of the room. Canada sat at his chair in complete confusion as he tried to decipher what America had said.
America sprinted down the hall and slid down the railing of the stairs. As he made it to the lobby, he was met with a crowd of nations. He searched through them, but when he couldn't find the one he was looking for he pushed his way through and made it outside.
He looked to his right but didn't see anything so he looked to his left, seeing a person walking down the sidewalk. The head of blond hair with a big blue bow on top instantly gave away who it was, so America began to chase after them.
"Yo Belarus, wait up!" He yelled as he got closer to them. Belarus slowly turned around and glared at America, seeing him happily waving to her.
"Hey, you didn't wait for me," America pouted as he slowed down in front of her. Belarus grumbled to herself and walked away from him, but he just followed her. "I was hoping you would stay asleep and leave me alone."
America chuckled and put his hands on the back of his neck, "c'mon that's not true, everyone wants to hang with me. I'm awesome!"
"Who is everyone? The only person that finds you awesome is yourself," she said. America gave a fake gasp of pain and clutched his heart. "You're a big ol' meanie, you know that?"
Belarus scoffed at him and quickened her pace, "you deserve it." America matched her pace and smiled down at her. "You need to learn to lighten up a little," He said.
Belarus stopped walking and spun to shout at him. She then put one hand on her hip and used the other to poke him in the chest with one of her lanky fingers. "Why should I? I'm being chased down by an annoying, oblivious, brainless, fat American with no sense of personal space or care for what others want!"
America backed up a little at each insult and poke of her finger, getting cornered against the wall of a building. "I don't want to hang out with you, I'll never want to hang out with you, and I have no clue why anyone would want to hang out with anyone as obnoxious as you! So do us both a favor and go the hell away!"
She then backed up to let him move, but he stayed pinned against the wall. "Well?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.
As the insults sunk in further, America's eyes began to sting with tears, but he refused to let them fall. He cannot look weak now. America stood up straight and tried his best to smile, though he couldn't hide the shakiness.
"S-Sorry for bothering you, I-I'll be going now." With that he slipped away from her and walked back down the sidewalk. 'About time. Why is he so insistent on hanging out?' she thought.
She looked back at America, who had his head hung low. The sight reminded her a lot of when Russia had evaded her, and that gave her an unusual feeling of remorse. "A...America, wait," she called out to him.
America ignored her and continued forward. 'Don't make me run after you, you bastard,' Belarus thought as she began briskly walking after him. As she caught up to him, America stopped and turned to her. "What?" He asked flatly.
Belarus distracted herself with a strand of her hair and refused to make eye contact, afraid of seeing the irritation on his face. "...I'll go, as long as you're paying."
As the seconds went by without an answer, the tension exponentially increased. America then broke out his 1 million megawatt smile, "Why you gotta tease me like that? Come on, let's go!" He said excitedly as he skipped down the street.
'Wait, was all of that just a ruse?' Belarus thought as she followed him. The two made their way down the street, eventually coming to a weapons store. The two walked in and took in all the weapons around them.
"Alright, just look around and get whatever you want, I'll be at the guns if you need anything," America said. Belarus nodded and went off on her own, arriving at the knives section. As she looked at them, the store owner came by and watched her. "Is there anything I can help you with ma'am?"
"No," Belarus shut them down. The owner put their hands up in surrender and turned to walk away. "Actually, what is this knife?" She asked.
The store owner turned around and looked at the knife she was pointing at. "Oh, that's a good choice."
America held up a large black holster to his pant leg, checking the size. 'Is this big enough to hide a shotgun?'
He then held up the holster to one of the shotguns in the display cases. "Sweet!" After confirming that he wanted it, he dug into his pocket for his wallet. When he didn't feel it, he panicked and began patting his clothes.
He luckily found it in his jacket pocket... for some reason... but while he was patting he realized he was missing something else, his weapons! "Shit!"
He dug into another pocket and pulled out his phone, then tapped a few buttons and held it up to his ear. After a few rings, the other line picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mattie, I kinda forget my weapons at the meeting room, can you grab them for me?"
"I already did," Canada replied as he turned around in the driver's seat of America's car, looking at a giant pile of weapons in the backseat. "If a cop pulls me over, you're paying to get me out."
"Yeah sure, thanks bro," America said as he hung up. As he put the phone back in his pocket, Belarus walked up behind him. America turned around as he felt a tug on his sleeve. "Yeah, what's up?"
"I got what I wanted," Belarus answered. America nodded to her and walked over to the cash register. As America gave the owner his credit card, he noticed what Belarus had bought. He couldn't make out what it was because it was packaged in a box, but he knew it was a knife.
The owner handed America the items and the two nations headed out. As they walked down the street, Belarus opened the box and took out the knife, which America noticed had a weird square patterned case. 'Where have I seen this before?' He thought as he inspected it.
Belarus grabbed the hilt and unsheathed the knife, or more accurately a dagger now that America could see what it was. All the blood draining from his face as he eyed the knife, 'oh fuck.'
Out of all the knives she could've picked, she picked the worst one of all, the Jagdkommando.
No wonder he recognized it, it's a literal war crime to use, and he just gave one to Belarus of all people. 'I need to apologize to the nations for this.'
America looked up at the sky, seeing that it was sunset. Just then his stomach grumbled loudly, "sorry," America and Belarus said simultaneously. America looked down at her as she looked away in embarrassment, then broke out into a hearty laugh.
Belarus' face went bright red as she turned to him and punched him in the arm. "Don't laugh you moron!" America took off his glasses and wiped away the tears from his eyes. "Chill out, my stomach was growling too."
Belarus crossed her arms and huffed as she tried to get rid of her blush of embarrassment. "I would like to go back to the hotel now."
America raised an eyebrow at her, "you sure? We should go get something to eat first."
"I'm fine, I'll get something at the hotel," Belarus assured. America refused to believe that. "That's no fun at all, and your stomach sounds like it needs something now," America said as he poked her in the stomach.
Belarus jolted at the contact and grabbed his hand by reflex. She squeezed them tightly in her grip, waiting for the crunch, but it never came. Confused, she looked down at his hand to see that it hadn't budged.
She looked back up at his face, but was startled when she saw that he was nervously looking away with a deep red tint traveling all the way from his cheeks to the top of his ear.
Belarus quickly let go and looked away from him, a blush growing on her face as well. "Sorry, I was trying to break your fingers."
America looked down at her and laughed, "is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"Nyet, but it makes me feel better knowing you do not think I was holding your gross hand." America crossed his arms and flared his nostrils as he exhaled. "As if I'd want to hold hands with you. Last time you got near my hands I got a knife through it!" America pointed to his bandaged hand.
Belarus grabbed him by the bandaged hand and squeezed, causing America to grimace and grab at his wrist. "Argh! You bitch!"
Belarus smirked at him as he struggled to remove his hand from her grip. She decided to be merciful and let go, to which he pulled his arm to his chest and rubbed his hand.
"If I didn't forget my weapons, then you would be so dead right now!" He shouted. Belarus' eyes widened, before they went dark and an evil grin spread on her face. "You don't have any weapons?"
America's face went pallid as he realized what he said, "w-what? Of course I do!" Belarus' grin got bigger as she stalked toward him. "That's not what I heard, now hold still so I can try out my new knife."
Belarus pulled out the knife again and pointed it at him. America became even more pale... if that was even possible... and backed up.
"I saw that you were staring at this earlier, you know this knife, da?" She asked as she waved it menacingly at him. "Not really, I just thought it was cool," America defended.
Belarus let out a terrifying giggle as she closed the distance between them. "You are a terrible liar Amerika," she said as she lunged her arm forward.
America ducked just in time to dodge the knife, he then rolled out of the way and began running down the street. He turned around hoping that she would be gone, but instead she was right behind him. "How are you so fast?!"
As the chase continued, they eventually ran by the hotel. Belarus glanced through the window and instantly stopped running when she noticed the familiar face of her brother.
Belarus walked through the entrance of the hotel, but froze when she saw Russia walking away with China wrapped under his arm. As they walked toward an elevator, Belarus snuck behind them and looked at the light above to see which floor they were going to.
She then quickly made her way to the stairs and started running up them. By the third flight, she was already starting to get a cramp in her stomach... that's what she gets for chasing America around the city.
She was forced to slow down to a walking pace, but pressed on as quickly as she could. Once she had reached the fifth flight, she turned to a hallway, where she saw the end of Russia's scarf disappear into a room.
She made her way to the door and looked down, seeing a "do not disturb" sign. Fearing the worst, she took out a knife and picked at the lock. This time it was successful in opening, but when she opened the door her heart dropped.
Across the room sitting on the couch sat the two nations... beginning to passionately make out. Belarus stared at the two in silence, a large lump in her throat preventing her from saying anything. She wanted to do something, yell at them, threaten, or even hurt them... but she couldn't bring herself to even think about it.
She tightly gripped her dress as she tried to fight back the tears, but it didn't work. As the tears clouded her vision, she reached out and locked the door. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, no longer caring about the burning cramp in her abdomen. She didn't know where she was going, but it didn't matter as long as it was far from here.