January 14, 2021

So I'm not really sure how to start off this entry, there's just so much stuff to say it doesn't really work as a normal short paragraph or two. So I guess this will be a long one.

Like I mentioned in the previous two diary entries, the general life update and the January 6th ones, (in case I make any edits or add stuff later), I'm dating Natalya now! Or I mean Belarus, the nation. I rarely call her that now.

Yeah, who could've imagined? I didn't. The right hand to Ivan fucking Braginsky and that freaky girl I was enemies with for over half a century. I'm still pretty breath taken when I think about it. It's been pretty exciting, and strange, and daunting, and a bunch of other emotions I can't really place just quite yet.

We're still pretty early, our first date exactly one month ago today. Ooh that reminds me I'll have to call her later for our one month anniversary.

Anyway I'm rambling, so in order to describe who she is and all I've learned about her so far, This entry will be like an updated version of when I described her the first time. Which was... dang over a century ago.

Ok.

Belarus — Age: 19, Height: 5ft 3.

Description: Russia's younger sister. Her human name is Natalya Arlovskaya. She's a very attractive girl with elegant, sharp features and an intense gaze. She can typically be seen either glaring or with a blank, neutral expression, which can make her appear either aggressive and scary or cold and impassive.

She enjoys wearing these old vintage dresses, mostly in dark colors such as blue, purple, or black, that make her look like she's wearing a maid's outfit. The one she wears most often is a blue one that was gifted to her by Russia, as I've heard from Ukraine. Despite her bold attitude she prefers to dress modestly and show as little skin as possible.

I can't tell if she's crazy hot or adorably cute. She has such a serious face and aura about her that's very intimidating, yet also makes her seem really mature and sorta attractive, in a weird sort of way. Yet on the other hand she's a foot and a half shorter than I am, and when she does smile she looks completely harmless and I have the sudden urge to give her a hug. If this were back when she hated me then I would probably get stabbed a lot for trying to hug her or something.

Personality: She is intense, bold, brash, so serious it hurts, obscenely vulgar, stubborn, and tends to speaks her mind even if, and most times with the goal of, offending someone. I've been accused of doing the same thing but when I do it it's usually out of a place of kindness and just saying the wrong thing. When she does it she really goes for the throat.

This is including but not limited to:

• Mocking Lithuania for liking her

• Telling Latvia that his stuttering annoys her

• Calling Prussia a sun bleached Nazi (yikes)

• Making Ukraine cry so she can quote, "cry it all out and stop pissing me off" and so on...

Point is, she can be incredibly rude, most of the time being aware of that fact. I'm not exempt from it either, despite our relationship. I haven't gotten any insults as bad as what Prussia got, but we also haven't gotten in any real big fights, so we'll see what happens.

The only one safe from her ruthlessness is obviously the big guy, Russia, who despite not being her main focus anymore still makes her basically worship the ground he walks on. I'll go further in depth on that in a bit.

With all the time before and during our relationship I've learned that how she will interact with you depends heavily on when you catch her and how you speak to her.

After some testing I've been able to break down and determine the general ways she acts. It's probably easiest to explain going from least risky to oh shit there's a knife in my neck!

The first stage is what I would call her blank or docile state. This is because she has a tendency to blank out sometimes. She'll stare off into space or stare at a specific object for long periods of time. I haven't figured out why she does it, if she is going over a memory or something like that, but she tends to be quiet, if not silent during these bouts.

There may also be a chance she gets philosophical, discussing certain subjects such as mortality, our purpose as nations, or how we came into existence. It's kinda a downer if I'm being honest, thinking about why we are here and if we matter.

During this time she is basically immobile. You can do almost anything you want and she'll either watch with little emotion, ignore you completely, or not move. Only when you do something extreme, such as purposely poking her until she gets angry, or trip and break your nose right in front of her (these are most definitely not things I've done out of curiosity or anything), will she be snapped out of it, either acting normal or skipping right to anger.

You can also move her around with little complaint. I learned this when I wanted to play video games but she had taken up the whole couch and was staring at the ceiling. So I decided to pick her up and move her so she was on one cushion. She gave me a sort of glare but didn't do anything besides that. And this was before we were together so that was pretty significant.

I don't think she's stuck in some trance or anything. Yeah she stares off into space but in terms of being touched or moved I think because of her mood she simply doesn't care enough to do anything about it, unless again, you do something extreme. I can't really figure out why she gets fixated on things, I might just ask her about it, if she even knows why she does it herself.

Next is what I would consider her normal set of emotions. It's the personality I've already described earlier. And in addition you can talk to her and hold a conversation where she actually engages with you. Though now that she's back to herself she glares a lot more, whether she's actually angry with you or not. Hugging or any form of touching is now a lot riskier, and is almost entirely off limits unless you're close with each other. So just her family and I.

There are moments of happiness that peak through every once in a while, and I love seeing it every single time, but it's something I really have to drag out of her. She can seem cold and despondent, but I can tell that deep down that there is genuine and strong emotion inside her, she's just really good at hiding it.

In terms of her anger, I'd put that in a category of its own. She can be snappy, a lot, almost always. She's probably angry or irritated by something or someone new everyday. Weaving my way through her emotions and keeping her in a good mood is like going through a minefield. Yeah teasing her can be fun, because when she gets angry then her face gets all red and it's honestly so cute.

Plus I know that I'm not in any serious danger when I tease her. I'm familiar enough with her now to avoid genuinely angering her, and even if I did I'm not that scared of her, unlike everyone else.

That's another thing I have to remind myself to mention later.

The thing that sucks most though is that since she's so irritable, if she's not in the mood then trying to hug her or show any sort of affection is basically asking to get punched in the stomach.

So the next stage is a really confusing one, and one I've only started seeing after we got together. It's like when she gets fixated on things, but instead it's on me. Not obsession, but like one tier below that, if that makes sense. So what happens is that she becomes really clingy.

Like when she's fixated she is pretty quiet, caring more about finding and hugging me than talking. And she hugs hard, it's very difficult to get her off once she latches on to me. Though what psycho would ever want to do that?

Besides her acting like her normal self, this is probably my favorite way that she acts around me. I love hugs, so if I catch her quietly walking toward me I usually put out my arms and she gladly accepts the hug. She also really likes hugging my arm, which she did with Russia a lot too.

Though sometimes it could be inconvenient because she sneaks up on me then suddenly I've got a spider monkey coiled around my arm for the next hour or so. But when she does this really cute thing where she closes her eyes and buries her face in my arm I can't really complain.

I also don't know when or why it started happening, to me specifically, I've seen it happen to Russia a lot and just mistook it for normal obsession. My two theories right now are that it's due to simply us being in a relationship together, and this new experience simply makes her want affection, since for a long time she probably only got a fraction of what she deserved.

Either that or the problems with finding a way for us to meet makes her miss me. Shit I'm missing her just writing this. Yeah I still haven't found a good solution, but I'm sure it'll come to me soon, or I hope so, because neither of us can stand the thought of a long distance relationship.

The last way she can act is also her most problematic, and that's her obsession, but I think that deserves a whole section on its own so I'll save it for later.

In general, it's like she's a cat. She is super cute, but can also look super menacing and scary. All you want to do is give them head pats and pet them, and they'll let you do it and they'll enjoy it, but then at any moment they'll just snap on you and bite and scratch the crap out of your hand. So it's all about knowing when it's fine to pet them and when it's time to give them space.

For the next section, I think I'll go over the stuff she likes and enjoys.

She likes her knives, like a lot, and is basically a master assassin with one in her hand. Sometimes I catch her playing with them. Staring at them, sliding her finger along the knife's edge, stabbing random things with it, throwing them. Stuff like that. She probably likes them more than I like guns.

She enjoys rock music, even if she denies it. She likes ribbons, tying them into bows and stuff. It's almost guaranteed you'll see her with at least one bow on her at all times. She likes spooky things, like the occult or haunted houses, with her being able to see ghosts, which freaks me the hell out because now I know for a fact they're around me.

Alfred paused in his writing as he thought back to one of the meetings. It was early in the morning and before the actual meeting would begin, so mostly everyone was standing around and talking to each other.

"Sup, Belarus," Alfred greeted, walking up to the chair she was sitting in and sitting down on the table in front of her. "What do you want?" She asked, her eyes staying transfixed on a book she was reading. Alfred raised a brow and swung his legs around, crossing them on top of the table and wrapping his hands around one of his ankles.

"Who said I needed to want anything? Can I not just be here to say sup? What are you doing anyway?"

"Reading," Natalya responded shortly. Alfred pursed his lips and began tapping on his ankle with his hands to fill in the silence. Natalya twitched a little bit at each sound, her fingers curling around the book harder and harder before she finally snapped. "Could you go bother someone else?"

Alfred's eyebrows raised in surprise, though he made no move to leave. "Honeymoon phase ended that fast? I'd think Belarus of all people would want to spend as much time as they could with the person they like."

"Not at the moment, I'm busy," she refused, her eyes scanning the page of whatever book had to her so captivated. Alfred didn't believe her. It's Belarus, she's obsessive, there's no way she's this sick of him already.

So he stayed and waited for a few minutes, Natalya continuing to read. Though every once in a while her eyes would flicker up to him, her eyebrows slowly arching down more and more in frustration. Until finally she looked up and off to the side of Alfred's head, then promptly back down at her book. "There's a headless ghost behind you."

"Where!?" Alfred screamed, flying off the table with his arms flailing wildly behind him, collapsing onto the ground with a loud thud that shook the room.

Alfred rubbed his head at the memory and returned to writing.

Creepy. There also isn't really an explanation as to why she can see dead people. Which just makes it worse. I'd assume magic but she's never shown to have it.

I remember once in the 90s she said something about some ghosts being floating hands or heads and stuff, but none being confident enough to only be their balls. To this day I have no idea if she was making a joke or was completely serious. She has such dry humor and tends to be monotone it could've easily been either.

I learned that she is pretty good at fortune telling. How, I don't know, but I should ask her next time we see each other, it sounds like a lot of fun. She's also apparently an acrobat, which I somewhat knew already from the few times we've fought before. But I guess she also goes to the gym to train.

When we were testing our strength she told me she doesn't really go to the gym and instead keeps in shape through field work. But I guess what she meant was how she improves her actual strength and not acrobatics. She also could've just not said anything because she didn't want to tell me she likes acrobatics.

She has a tendency to do that. She doesn't like revealing many of the things she likes, such as her tastes in music or what she does in her free time. The only one who probably knows everything about her is Russia, since I expect that she had obsessively told him everything about her.

She knows a lot of trivia, whether that be stuff about my country or basically anywhere else. I think she likes to read things or watch random videos and gets her info that way. Because how the heck would she know that Cap'n Crunch's name is Captain Horatio Magellan Crunch?

How would she know that? Why would she know that?

One really weird thing I learned was that she likes cardboard. Why? I don't know. She just... likes them. She likes to look at them, pack things into them and move them around, sit in them if the box is big enough. She just likes them. That's it, there's nothing else to it. She just likes cardboard boxes for some reason. It makes me further convinced that she's secretly a cat.

So, how do I know all these weird things?

Well that's because before writing this I got curious to find out more about her, so I did some snooping around aaaand... found her own diary! Boom! Suck on that Nat, because I know for a fact you're probably gonna read this at some point. How's it feel now that you're getting your secrets read? :3

She'll almost definitely attempt to kill me when she finds out, but it's so worth it.

According to her diary she also at one point fantasized about some dude named Dimitri Smirnov. I don't know who that is so I looked it up and I got two possible results.

There's Dimitri Alexeyevich Smirnov, an opera singer from the Russian Empire and later Soviet Union. From pictures on Wikipedia he isn't too bad looking, so it isn't too outlandish that she would fantasize about him.

Then there's Dimitri Nikolaevich Smirnov, a Russian-British composer and teacher born in Belarus. He also worked in operas and stuff like that, but as a writer and composer, obviously. He's... slightly less attractive. Not really ugly but a decent step down from he first Dimitri.

There's also Dimitry Smirnov, this old ass archpriest dude that said a bunch of crazy shit. So unless she fantasizes about him going down on her and tickling her ass with that long ass neck beard of his, I don't think it's him. Plus if it was then she's barking up the wrong tree dating the guy that's eternally nineteen.

If I were to guess I would say it's most likely the first Dimitri. He's from the USSR, was living in a time where her support of Russia could've been testy, that being the 1917 Revolution, and he was handsome. I'm more surprised that she fantasized about any human at all, it doesn't really track with where her obsessions usually lie.

And that leads into the main chunk of what's on my mind, and that of course is her obsessive tendencies.

Once she finds someone she likes she becomes so focused on them that she rarely has anything else on her mind. There is little to no length she won't go to get close to them, putting all of her unbreakable will and tenacity into pursuing this goal.

It's unnerving just how intensely she gets into it. Once it's on her mind there's almost nothing that can stop her. No obstacle can keep her away, no distance is too great for her to travel. The only thing I can think of that has blocked her before was the weather. Russia told me once that he doesn't get a lot of people at his house because of how cold and snowy it is. Meaning at least a few times it must've kept her away.

For centuries she has been chasing after her brother, adoring him and everything he does to a very unhealthy degree. She almost forgot how to speak her own language because she wanted to speak like Russia.

She stalks and chases him all around to the point he cries, threatens any and everyone who gets close to Russia, but also contradictorily wants others to worship him as much as she does. All with the purpose of getting closer to him so she can marry him, or "become one," as she likes to say.

Though what that actually entails is a little less clear. She had gone into some detail about what she wants with him, and why. It's mostly because she likes that he's protective of her, and someone who has always been there for her, so she became attached to him.

Yes marrying him is really weird, it's her brother, but in this way it appears to be out of a place of misguided feelings due to him being one of the only people that she grew up with. And as time went on and he took care of her she found herself increasingly dependent on him and admiring who he was and what he does. I don't get it, there isn't much to admire about Russia anyway, except maybe his height.

Most little kids at one point in their lives will say something like they want to marry one of their parents or older siblings when they're older, because they look up to them and admire them, plus they're too young and too innocent to really understand what marriage means.

The problem with Belarus though, is that she kept pursuing him even after she got older and understood that marriage was something siblings don't do.

Again it is weird, but she appeared to want pretty normal things from him. She doesn't like to talk about it but from what I've gathered in her diary she wishes to go on walks with him and a lot of stuff that actual siblings could do, so it's kinda confusing to me how she is so insistent on marriage when it's perfectly acceptable to do these things without it.

Her diary even says that when Russia isn't running from her they can actually get along quite well, and is stated on a few occasions to have even called her beautiful.

To her it's like if she doesn't marry him then somehow he'll go away from her and she'll be alone. It's really sad, but I can't help but point out how backwards it is. The only reason Russia would ever push her away is because of her trying to marry him. Though I don't have great insight on what their family relationships are like so I don't really have a dog in the fight.

She has made it explicitly clear to me that marriage with him was the end goal for her, but in her diary it tells a different story. On a couple pages she says that she had done things like wear and smell his underwear, and looking through nudes of him. Why does he have so many nudes to begin with?

You know what I'm gonna stop that question right there, I don't want to know.

Or how she wishes to be his toothbrush, whatever that is supposed to mean. How would that even work?

Point is it seems that when deep into her obsession, she had thought about him beyond marriage and in a more... sexual way.

And omg that's so. goddamn. GROSS!!!

But now I don't know what to think, because when I suggested that before she seemed disgusted by the thought, which is obviously the opposite of what is written here.

I don't think she lied to me before. If she were obsessed with Russia to this extent then she probably wouldn't care to hide it if I asked about it. Instead I think she herself doesn't know the extent of her own obsession, or after the whole drama with Russia where she went away she was able to look back on her feelings from an outside view and was ashamed of this.

I'm not gonna bring it up with her. It feels like a touchy subject and I don't want to make her upset. Plus I believe it's better for both of us to just avoid this topic.

Moving on from Russia, I also found out that she had an attachment to Ukraine as well. Not nearly as intensely as with Russia, but it's there. She's dug through their garbage bags, for some reason, and I guess they massaged Ukraine's boobs for like, three hours or something like that. Though I do not know if it was also suggestive or actual massaging because Ukraine is basically always in pain from her boobs.

It's better not to think too deep into that.

Her relationship with her sister seems much more well rounded though. She gets angry at them and scares them a lot for being close with Russia, though also seems to care about them and is protective of them from dudes that try to flirt with them.

Then the final person that has faced her obsession is of course, me. I'm probably the only one outside her family that has experienced it first hand. I feel, weirdly prideful about that fact. I'm not sure if that's something I should feel good about but it makes me feel special.

I've already written about my past experience with it and don't feel like doing it again. But the first time I became the focus of her obsession was when she had split off from Russia, and came about due to me being protective of her and essentially her new brother, which again comes back to her having a brother complex.

Alfred stopped writing as a memory from the 90s flashed in his brain.

"Yo Belarus! Where are you? You know I don't like when you sneak off like that," Alfred called out as he walked around his Boston house.

Belarus had always tended to be a loose cannon and not someone to drop your guard around, but after Alfred had offered to be her big brother a few weeks ago she had begun showing some troubling signs of becoming attracted to him. So now her being out of his sight was downright terrifying.

He searched feverishly through almost every room so far. Though with each room he cleared the more he was unsure that finding her was preferable to not finding her. Finally he made it to his own bedroom, inching the door open and slowly peeking his head in.

To both his relief and horror she wasn't there, which makes every room in the house empty. Swallowing the frog in his throat he turned to leave and shut his door, jumping nearly a foot in the air as he heard something fall inside his wardrobe.

With shivers crawling over his body he entered his room and crept over toward the wardrobe door. "Belarus? Are you there?" He asked, hoping she would answer so he wouldn't have to worry about what could be in his room. He didn't receive a response. Of course he didn't that would be too convenient.

Before his brain could form some terrifying scenario in his imagination he reached for the handles and swung the doors open, his eyes lowering to an object sitting on the floor. His mouth fell open and his face filled with a mix of perturbation and petrifaction.

On the bottom of his wardrobe sat Belarus, in a mound of clothes with a pair of American flag boxer briefs covering everything from the bottom of her nose up, while she held a bunch of clothes, but mostly more underwear, in her arms.

With light flooding in through the open doors she whipped her head toward the disturbance, though could not see him clearly. The two silently stared at each other for a moment before Alfred slowly shut the doors again and turned on his heel, stiffly marching out of the bedroom.

Alfred shivered and brought himself back to his journal. 'Yikes, I completely forgot about that.'

And thinking about it now, the whole underwear situation may be more common than I first thought.

Anyway...

For the most recent time though, is where things get interesting. Before coming to live with me the second time, her obsession over Russia had been completely shattered, resulting in her interacting with me in a way that had none of that old attachment whatsoever.

So when her obsession began creeping back up we had already gotten closer to each other naturally. And with her past failures with me sending her back to Russia, and then the whole Russia and China predicament, she changed the way she pursued me.

She basically hid her obsessive feelings from me, holding them in until they sorta just... exploded out of her. And that was actually scary I have to admit. With watching Russia and having past experience myself, I knew which signs to look for, I never knew she was capable of completely masking it.

I don't need to go into detail on what happened after, I did that in the life update entry.

But now that we're together, there's nothing. Maybe now that she finally got what she wants she doesn't have a reason to pursue me and so has no reason to obsess over me. I don't know.

Weirdly I'm... jealous? It doesn't make sense, Russia was terrified of it and even I can get weirded out, but now we're in the one relationship where it could be considered acceptable, and there's nothing.

I don't want her to take it too far obviously, but something in me kinda likes when she obsesses over me a little. I thought with us being together she'd do it every so often since she has a more favorable opinion of me.

I'm probably being weird. I don't know. I've just noticed that there are differences, in how she obsesses over me rather than Russia. How she talks, how she acts, even how she looks at us.

I can't really explain how or what's different about her, but it isn't the same. Maybe it's the fact that she worships him more, which I guess could be the case but it would be a little strange since she had stopped pursuing him in order to be with me.

I can't even really articulate what's so different, or why it makes me feel this way. Just... I don't get it. Like, I can look at a picture and see the difference so clearly. No joke.

If I had to describe it to the best of my ability… it's like this darkness. This next level of obsessiveness where they go fully mental.

Outside of the 90s and that one moment where her obsession exploded, she has never given me that look. It's always the same sorta face that's neutral, a little ticked off, but above all she just looks so cute.

I'm not crazy there is a stark difference here, right? Outside of the 90s and that one moment where her obsession exploded, she has never given me that look. It's always the first look. She's pretty neutral, a little ticked off, but above all she just looks so cute.

On a separate note I was going through my Hetastagram account. Have I written an entry on that? Reading back I don't think so. It's like Instagram for countries, since obviously we can't talk to humans normally without them figuring out about us. I helped develop it with Italy, Japan, and Estonia so we could all talk to each other easier and keep up with everyone's lives outside of a professional setting. It's pretty cool. (The name could still use some work. Italy came up with it)

Anyway I was looking through her account and noticed that the first picture is what she has for her profile pic, which is cute. Though also surprising that she didn't have Russia as her profile pic.

What was I talking about again?

Oh right her obsessiveness.

Because of our relationship she hasn't shown any obsessiveness toward me. Should I be nervous that she hasn't shown me anything, like last time? Should I be jealous that Russia got that level of attention and I don't? I'm a little disappointed to honest, a weird part of me misses it.

I just need to meet up with her and figure out what exactly I'm feeling. I think I just miss her. We still haven't found a way to reliably meet up. I've come up with a couple ideas on what we could do, but I'll have to run them by her and see what she thinks. The first is to meet up in Poland or some other country she borders that Russia doesn't have eyes in, and go from there.

I personally feel that anywhere in Eastern Europe isn't truly safe from Russian spies watching, so the second idea is for total secrecy. For me to sneak Natalya out of her country from time to time and not tell a soul, but for short enough durations to make it seem like she hasn't snuck away.

Like top secret spy mission meets teen drama type shit. Though it carries with it its own risk. If we are caught at any point then we are both completely screwed. Again I'll have to see which one she prefers, hopefully soon, because if this takes too long then she may say screw it and just do whatever no matter the risk.

When we do inevitably meet up again I'll make sure to keep watch for how her feelings for me develop, and probably update this entry. There's something about her obsession I feel like hasn't come out yet. Hopefully it's something cute similar to how she gets clingy and not like, stabbing down my doors in order to get close to me.

I've dealt with that before and it starts to get expensive. Plus I obviously don't have any reason to do that anymore. Though it hasn't been the first time she forgot to try the doorknob and just broke the door down anyway.

During that first time I did my best to tolerate her. I found it annoying and an invasion of my privacy but I wasn't as bad as Russia. Most likely due to her being his actual sister, but I like to pride myself on the fact I'm not scared of her. I faced off against her and the entire USSR at the same time, and I know I'm stronger than her, so I wasn't that afraid of her.

Most of the time.

As her obsession for me went on and got worse I was able to stand it pretty well. Even at her worst I could hold my own, but sometimes, every once in a while I would see what Russia saw whenever she'd chase him, and I can't deny that it did scare me.

"America~, I know you're in there~. Be a good boy and come out for me won't you?" Belarus sang, her nails digging into the wood and making a noise like it was chalkboard. Her other hand danced around the doorknob with her knife, waiting to stab once she loses patience.

"You know, about that..." Alfred began, Belarus's grin falling into a frown. "I think I'll just stay in here... until things blow over. Or maybe you just take a chill pill and I'll let you in just fine." He tried to bargain with her, though knew it was for nothing. It wasn't good enough for her. His eyes kept staring at the doorknob, and the unturned lock on it. She had been completely fine only a little while ago and he hadn't thought to lock it.

"You wouldn't want to upset your little sister, da?" Belarus stated coldly, the melodic tone in her voice now gone. Her hand flicked forward and stabbed the tip of the knife into the wood near the metal base of the knob. "Unless this "chill pill" of yours can bring us closer to becoming one I'm not interested."

Dragging down she made a deep cut in the wood. "Now, no more obstacles! Let me in big brother America!!" She screamed manically, her voice growing more gravelly and harsh, her fingers and knife scratching up the door. Alfred bolted to his feet at the sounds coming from the door. "Bela come on, we can't keep doing this! Do you know how expensive doors are!?"

"Bela?" She repeated excitedly. The word felt warm and soft on her lips, as opposed to when he'd call her it in the past. "I had learned that in Italian bella means beautiful. You really can't hide your love for me can you? Now enough games! Let me inside so we may be together forever!" She then slammed her knife into the door, starting to hack away at where the doorknob and lock interlocked with the doorframe.

"Oh come on! The door isn't even locked!" Alfred yelled, though Belarus must've not been able to hear him due to her slamming into the door. After some more back and forth between them she managed to remove the doorknob, peeking her head down to stare at him through the hole.

One eyeball peered back at him, wide and frenzied. It made him shriek and hide back behind the side of the couch. Grabbing a couch pillow to protect himself. With an unsettling giggle she moved back and put her hand to the door, slowly pushing it open with a long and low creak.

Alfred stared at her from the protection of the couch, Belarus marching into the room and facing him. After a few seconds she ran forward and pounced at him, Alfred screaming at the top of his lungs.

He shook his head and pressed his pencil down onto the bottom of the page.

Yeah, I hope her obsession makes her want to do stuff like cuddle and be affectionate. Just some things she typically doesn't like to show.

. . . I really miss her.

- Alfred F. Jones