America walked down the sidewalk, relieved to have lost her. He looked down at his bandaged hand, noticing the red spot forming on the white bandages. He unwrapped the bandages and looked at the wound, it was now way smaller due to his healing factor, but Belarus still managed to reopen the scab.
As he rewrapped his hand, he heard something zoom by him. He quickly looked up just in time to see the end of a blue dress disappear around a corner. 'Who was that?'
He looked behind him to see if they were running away from something, but couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. The curiosity got the best of him, so he decided to follow them. As he turned the corner, however, the person was nowhere in sight.
He looked around for a couple seconds, but when he couldn't find them he just shrugged and turned around. As he began walking back, he suddenly stopped when he heard a quiet noise come from a nearby alleyway. He held his breath and listened, making out the noise as... sobbing?
He walked into the alleyway and searched for the source of the crying, coming up to a figure sitting in a ball in the corner, their shoulders bobbing up and down as they let out another loud fit of sobs.
When America could finally make out who the figure was, his jaw dropped in absolute disbelief.
"Belarus?"
Belarus turned the corner and looked around, finding an alleyway further down the street. She ran over to it and hid in the dark corner as she pulled out her phone and searched through her contacts, the unending stream of tears making it much harder as they blurred her vision.
She found Ukraine's contact and put the phone up to her ear. After a second, Ukraine picked up the phone and put it to her own ear.
"S-Sestra?" Belarus said shakily.
"Sestra, are you alright?" Ukraine asked, hearing the trembling in her sister's voice.
"N-Nyet, I *sniff* I caught Russia kissing China," She cried as she roughly wiped away the tears, only to be instantly replaced by new ones.
Ukraine's jaw dropped at that revelation, China had always been terrified of Russia, since when did that change? Ukraine was at a loss for words, leaving Belarus on hold for a couple minutes. She eventually realized she had been ignoring her sister so she spoke up again. "I am sorry sestra, do you want to talk about it?"
Belarus buried herself deeper into her knees, "nyet... I-I just need to be alone right now."
Ukraine began to tear up as well as she heard the distress in her sister's voice. "Are you sure?"
"Da."
Ukraine didn't want Belarus all alone while she was so upset, but she knew that if Belarus wanted to be alone, there was no chance of changing her mind. "Alright just... please be safe sestra."
"Ok," Belarus responded before abruptly hanging up. She put the phone back in her pocket and wrapped herself into a tight ball as she began to cry again.
"Belarus?" A voice called out to her. Belarus looked up to see the shadowy form of America. She looked at him for about half a second before hiding her face behind her knees, "go away."
America ignored her and bent down on one knee to look at them. He then brushed a curtain of bangs away from her eyes to reveal tears rolling down her face. Belarus angrily slapped his hand away and stared at him in fury. "I told you to leave me alone!"
America held eye contact for a few more seconds before standing up and walking out of the alley. Belarus watched him leave before putting her head down and bawling again. After a few minutes alone, Belarus was startled by the sound of something heavy dropping on the ground in front of her.
Belarus looked up in shock to see a large plastic bag at her feet and a pair of dress shoes behind it. She followed the shoes up to find America standing over her again.
"I told you to leave," she hissed at him. America just rolled his eyes before walking forward and sitting down next to her. Belarus grabbed one of the knives from under her dress and tried to stab him, but he caught her by the wrist.
Her exhaustion from all the crying allowed America to disarm her with ease. He put the knife in his pocket then reached into the plastic bag. He pulled out a chocolate bar and set it in the hand he was holding.
Belarus wiped more tears from her eyes so she could inspect the candy. "What is this for?" She asked. America smiled at her while pulling out another one from the bag.
"To cheer you up of course, it always helps me when I feel down. In fact, sometimes when I'm feeling really down, random people will come up to me and offer me junk food," he joked as he opened the wrapper and took a bite.
"That's because you're fat," Belarus insulted while unwrapping her own chocolate bar. America shrugged it off, "maybe... or maybe it's because they know that you can't be sad when you're sticking a bunch of sugar in your face."
Belarus doubted that, but decided it was worth a shot. As Belarus looked through the bag, she was surprised to find that it was only things that she liked. "How did you know what candy I like?" She asked as she looked at America.
America laughed to himself as he ate another piece of chocolate. "Well... a long time ago, back in 1991... or 1992 I forgot which, I shared my house with a certain Belarusian," he said as he poked her in the cheek, which she slapped away.
America chuckled again and continued, "she was complaining about having nothing to eat, but instead of going to the store themself, they just moped around in their room all day. So I had to do it... but when I came back from the store with arms full of groceries, they didn't come out to get anything."
Belarus groaned and rubbed her forehead, knowing exactly where this was going.
"I was confused, how could someone who is starving just suddenly not want food? I thought about it while I put away all the groceries... and that's when I saw it... my entire candy drawer was completely empty. I couldn't believe it, there was no way a girl that constantly pesters me about being fat would stoop to my level. But lo and behold, when I open her bedroom door to check on her, she's passed out in a pile of candy wrappers," America finished as he burst out into boisterous laughter.
Belarus gave him a death glare, but that just made him laugh harder. Belarus tried to keep up her scowl, but faltered when she caught herself starting to smile. She tried to hide it with her hand, but small giggles began to leak out.
"How did you even manage that?! That drawer was about 5 pounds worth," America asked as he wiped tears from his eyes.
"Give me a break, I told you I was starving," Belarus said as she let out another small giggle.
America looked over at her as she began to giggle a little louder. He was so used to sinister smirks and evil giggles, that a genuine one was overwhelmingly adorable. His face began to heat up as her giggling turned into a full on laugh. He tried to distract himself with some more candy, but the laughs were just too much.
As Belarus finally stopped laughing, it slowly drifted back into a sad expression as she remembered why she was so against leaving her room. It was because she was upset about being separated from her brother, and that just reminded her of why she was even in this alley.
Belarus came out of her thoughts when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She looked over to see America's concerned expression. "Are you alright?"
Belarus shrugged off his hand and looked away from him. "I'm fine." America knew that wasn't true, but he didn't want to press her for details and make her uncomfortable. He abruptly stood up, grabbed the bag of candy, and held out a hand for her, but she just raised an eyebrow at him.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"You don't want to sit on the dirty alleyway all night, right?" America asked with his hand still extended. Belarus contemplated it for a moment, before ignoring the gesture and getting up on her own.
She brushed the dust off her dress and followed him out of the alleyway. "Where are we going?" She asked as she dug into the bag he was holding.
America dug into the bag as well and pulled out some candy. "I was thinking we could go back to the meeting building. I have to go grab my weapons. After that we can go wherever you feel like."
Belarus nodded in agreement as the two made their way back to the building. Some time later, they were finally at the doors of the building. America handed Belarus the bag of candy as he fumbled in his pocket for the key, eventually finding it and unlocking the door.
As Belarus walked over to the lounge, America looked for his weapons. When he couldn't find them, he remembered that Canada picked them up. He took out his phone and clicked on Canada's contact.
"Alfred, are you finally coming to grab your weapons?" Canada asked.
"Yeah, so where did you take my car?" America asked as he looked through a window at the empty parking lot.
"I used it to go to a restaurant with France and Seychelles, I'll send you the location," Canada said as he looked up to see Seychelles waving her hand at him. "Make sure to tell America I said hi!"
Canada nodded to her, "Seychelles says hi."
America lightly chuckled. "Yeah, I could hear her, I'll see you in a bit bro."
"Alright," Canada said as he hung up. America walked over to the lounge and took another handful of candy from the bag as he waited for Canada to send him the location.
After a minute, America got the notification. When he looked at it, he groaned and laid his head back against the couch. Belarus was confused by his reaction so she took the phone from him, now understanding what was so troubling. The location was right across from the weapons shop they were in earlier.
America took his phone back and returned Belarus' knife before standing up. "Ok, I'll be back in a bit." As he walked toward the door, he abruptly stopped and looked at her. "Oh... and don't eat all the candy before I get back," he teased. Without even looking back, she raised her hand up and flipped him off.
America laughed to himself as he opened the doors and made his way outside. As he walked down the street, his stomach began to growl again. 'Man, that candy is doing nothing for my empty stomach, Belarus might eat all of it after all.'
As he made his way to the restaurant, the smells coming out of it made his mouth water and stomach hurt from the emptiness. He walked into the restaurant and looked for Canada, finding the long curl bobbing up and down above a seat in the far back.
He made his way to the group and sat down next to France. "How's it goin' guys?" He asked as he put an arm around the Frenchman.
"Oh, bonjour Amérique, where 'ave you been?" France asked.
"Y'know, just walking around and enjoying the night," America lied, weary of bringing up his time with Belarus in front of France.
"So anyway, do you have my keys on you?" America asked his brother. Canada dug into his pocket and tossed the keys to America, who caught it and stood up to leave.
"Wait, you're not going to join us for dinner?" Seychelles asked sadly. America smiled at her, "sorry, but the hero has places to be... Oh Mattie, just call me when you're done and I'll come pick you up."
"Actually, I'm going to stay with France before I head back to my own country," Canada said.
"Oh, well ok. See you around bro," America said as he waved to him and walked away.
As he moved to leave the restaurant, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and walked up to one of the employees.
"Do you guys do takeout?"
Belarus held her stomach as it continued to growl. America had been gone for forty minutes and it was starting to get extremely hard not to eat the whole bag of candy.
Just as she was about to reach her hand in the bag, the doors swung open as America bursted through. Belarus jumped away from the bag and looked behind her at him.
"Grab your stuff, let's go!" He said impatiently. Belarus scratched her head in confusion as she grabbed the bag of candy and left the building.
As she walked to his car, America quickly locked the door behind him, and ran to the car. "Hurry up!" He yelled from the driver's seat.
"Why are you rushing?" Belarus asked as she neared the passenger side. "Because I've had to smell awesome food for the past 20 minutes, now get in!"
Belarus opened the door and got in, sweat-dropping as she saw the boxes of takeout and bags of junk food. "If you got food then why didn't you eat it on the way here?" She asked as she shut the door.
America pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the street. "I was only able to eat a little, I stopped by a store a couple minutes away to get the chips and stuff."
Belarus opened one of the boxes and looked in disgust at the giant burger inside. She checked the other boxes, finding more burgers and two empty boxes. 'I was only able to eat a little? Yeah right.'
"Did you seriously have to get so much greasy food?" She asked angrily. America reached behind his seat and pulled out another box. He handed it to Belarus, who took it from him and opened it to find a giant baked potato covered in some meat, cheese, and chives.
"What is this?" She asked as America dug into another box and took out a half-eaten burger. "That would be a fully loaded baked potato. Russia once told me that you love potatoes, enough to give even Germany a run for his money. Though I wish you would at least try a burger," he said as he took a bite of his dinner.
Belarus was ecstatic knowing that Russia talked about her, but that ended up reminding her of him and China, which made her feel down again. Belarus grabbed the fork from the box and prodded the potato before stabbing a piece and taking a bite. It was... actually pretty good.
As the two nations quietly ate their dinner, America turned to Belarus. "So where do you want to go?"
Belarus swallowed a mouthful of potato. "I don't care," she said as she took another bite. America tapped his finger against the steering wheel as he thought hard about it. "Umm... do you want to go back to the hotel?"
"NYET!! Belarus screamed, almost dropping her potato. America jumped at the noise and swerved slightly on the road.
As he corrected himself, he turned to Belarus in anger. Belarus looked away, refusing to meet his gaze. "You want to explain what that was about?" He asked.
Belarus remained silent, riding out America's anger until it began to dissipate. "Ok... so no hotel."
For the next couple minutes, neither of the nations spoke. As they left the city, Belarus finally said, "where are we going?" America glanced at her before looking back at the road. "Well since you obviously don't want to go to the hotel, and since I'm starting to get tired, I decided it's best to go back to my house."
Belarus didn't scream no this time, so America took it as a sign of approval. As they continued driving, the two finished their dinner and Belarus slowly began eating more of the candy.
Only a couple minutes later, the mix of exhaustion from crying, a full stomach, a sugar crash, and just being late in the night, resulted in Belarus passing out against the seat.
America looked over at Belarus' peaceful sleeping face, getting slightly worried as it scrunched up and turned a bright red.
He expected her to sneeze or something, but instead she let out a choked sob. America slowly moved a hand to her back and rubbed steady circles on it in an attempt to calm her down.
When she finally stopped crying, America moved his hand back to the wheel as he thought about what could've caused this.
'What happened at the hotel? There isn't many things that could make someone like Belarus cry.' As he stopped at a stop sign, he looked over to her again, still with fresh tears in the corner of her eyes.
'Who made Belarus cry?'
America pulled into the driveway and shut off the car. He then took the car keys and food and walked up to the front door. After messing with the keychain on his car keys, he unlocked the door and walked inside.
A minute later, he came back out and opened the passenger door before sliding one arm under Belarus' legs and the other on her back as he lifted up her light body.
Using his foot to close the car door, he turned around and made his way inside the house. Then walked to the stairs and up to the guest bedroom.
With some difficulty, he managed to open the door and make his way into the room. After setting her down on the bed, he briefly left the room to put away the food and lock the door.
He came back into the room and looked down at Belarus as she quietly slept in the fetal position. 'That dress cannot be comfortable to sleep in.'
Despite not wanting to disturb her sleep, it would probably be a much more beneficial for her if she were sleeping in something comfy.
America poked her in the cheek a few times, causing her to stir and tiredly wave away his hand. Belarus looked at him in a sleepy daze, still too asleep to respond to him.
"Hey, you should probably change out of that uncomfortable dress before you go to sleep," he whispered, trying not to laugh at how adorably childish she looked. Belarus slowly sat up and began trying to lift her dress off.
America's eyes widened as he stopped laughing and shot forward to hold her dress down. "Whoa! Wait, don't do that." Belarus struggled against him, but eventually stopped trying, giving America the chance to leave the room and quickly return with one of his own shirts.
He then pulled Belarus up to her feet and guided her to the bathroom, handing her the shirt and closing the door behind her.
After a couple minutes, he cracked open the door and peeked inside to find her sleeping on the toilet with his shirt on backwards. He walked up to her and tucked one of her arms in as he spun the shirt around the right way.
America picked both her and her articles of clothing up and carried her back to the bedroom, where he removed the blanket and laid her down.
He now noticed she was still wearing her shoes and high stockings, held up by garters around her thighs, only a couple inches away from her very visible... panties. He froze in place as he took in the sight, some not-so-pure thoughts coming to mind, made worse by her conveniently spread out sleeping position.
With a great amount of effort he shook the thoughts away and began to remove her shoes and stockings, a burning sensation all over his face.
'Why didn't I wake her up again, or just leave her stockings on?' he thought as he finished removing them. After she was fully prepared for bed, he tucked her in and folded her clothes into a neat pile on a nearby dresser.
After double checking that she was alright, he closed the door behind him and got ready for bed. As he finally entered his room, he gradually removed his articles of clothing as he walked closer to the bed.
By the time he reached the bed, he was in nothing but his boxers, beyond relived to be out of all those hot, sweaty, and slightly bloody clothes.
The second his head hit the nice, cold pillow, the world around him drifted off into darkness as he fell into a deep, much-needed sleep.
Russia woke up on the soft hotel bed, the small Chinese man wrapped in his arms. He looked up at a nearby alarm clock, the time reading 6:24 a.m., which meant that he had to leave for his flight home soon.
He slowly slid out of the bed, weary of waking China up as he got his stuff together. He gave his lover a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room, quietly walking through the halls to his sisters' room. When he opened the doors, Ukraine was already up and staring out the window at the sunrise.
"Hello sestra, how was your night?" He asked. Ukraine barely registered his presence, passing him a glance before looking back out the window.
Russia was confused by the usually cheery Ukrainian's behavior, but decided to leave it for now. She was probably just still tired or something. Russia walked over to the bedroom door and opened it to check on Belarus.
Strangely, however, he was met with nothing but an empty bed. He closed the door and turned to Ukraine again. "Sestra, where is Belarus?"
Ukraine looked down at the floor, still refusing to look at him. "Is it true?" She asked. Russia raised an eyebrow at his sister. "Is what true?"
Ukraine finally turned to Russia fully, showing him her bloodshot eyes and large, dark bags under them. "Is it true that you are dating China?!" She asked with a rarely seen anger.
Russia was taken aback as she snapped at him. Not only was she abnormally upset, but she also somehow figured out about him and China.
"How did you figure it out?" Russia asked, suspicious of others knowing. Ukraine frowned at him. "I didn't, sestra did. She said she caught you giving him the kisses."
Russia went from confused to terrified, Ukraine was mad... for some unexplained reason... but Belarus would be upset on a completely different level. She was probably already planning on how to get revenge on him, or worse... China.
Russia nervously looked back at the empty room she should've been in. "Where is sestra, is she here?" he panicked, seconds away from running back to China's room to protect them.
"Nyet, she left the hotel and said she wanted to be alone," Ukraine explained as she rubbed her tired eyes.
Russia slightly calmed down with this new information, but was still slightly worried that she would come back with a vengeance. "At least she decided to release her anger somewhere else," he sighed as he sat down in a chair.
Ukraine stood up quickly, knocking her chair to the floor with a loud smack. "This is the serious you, you... moron! She wasn't even angry, she was bawling her eyes out over it. I have not had any of the sleep because I have been the worried sick since she is somewhere all alone, in a big city, without any of her family to help her, and, and..." Ukraine stammered as she began hyperventilating and tearing up.
Russia stood up and pulled her into an embrace as he tried to calm her down. Ukraine did begin to calm down, but the tears were now coming in full force.
"Please be the calming down now, I will call her," Russia said as he pulled away and wiped her tears with his gloved thumb. Ukraine nodded in agreement so he took out his phone, called Belarus, and put it on speaker phone.