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"Sestra?" Ukraine asked as she poked her head through the door. "Mmmm," a noise came from the large mass of blankets and pillows.
She walked over and lifted the pillows, finding Belarus face down against the bed. After setting them to the side and sitting down, she forced her sister to sit up and look at her.
Belarus rubbed her dry eyes and frowned at her sister. "What?" Ukraine ignored her and brushed the snarled hair away from her face before pressing the back of her hand against her forehead.
"Are you sure you are the alright? All day long you seemed to be hurting," she asked as she removed the hand from Belarus' forehead and started combing out her hair.
"I'm fine, it was just a headache," Belarus explained. Ukraine smiled to her, happy it wasn't anything too serious.
After straightening her hair and fixing her bow, Ukraine moved away from Belarus and leaned on the edge of the bed. "So, are you thinking of talking to Russia soon?"
Belarus looked down at her lap and fidgeted with her hands. "I, uh... I'm not sure yet. It's not something so easily forgiven."
Ukraine nodded in understanding as Belarus continued. "I want to forgive big brother, but I can't not imagine him sleeping with China, and that really, really pisses me off," she said as a shadow began looming over her.
Ukraine flinched and moved back a little, but remained on the bed. Belarus' fidgeting got worse as her hands suddenly started twitching with the urge to strangle.
Her hands stopped when she felt a hand grab them and hold them still. She looked up at her sister, who was giving her a comforting smile. "Don't be worrying about it, just do it when you're ready."
With that she stood up to leave, giving Belarus a pat on her shoulder before walking to the door and exiting.
The second she closed the door, Russia was standing in front of her with hopeful eyes. "Well, what did she say?"
Ukraine sighed and rubbed her arm. "She's still in needing of the time. We can't be rushing this."
Russia sulked and collapsed on a nearby couch. "She's never going to do the talking with me again," he stated as he brushed his hands through his hair.
"That's not true, she did the talking back at the hotel lobby. Plus she's already the comfortable staying with us, she'll be coming around before you are knowing it," Ukraine said to try and comfort him.
It seemed to work, because he stopped panicking and relaxed against the couch. She's right, it's just a matter of time. Just a matter of time.
For the next few days of the meetings, everything appeared to be normal. America was back to his overly cheery self, Russia was creepily smiling again, and Belarus was as spaced out and uninterested as ever. Though no one knew it was because she was too sidetracked with her inner turmoil over how to make up with her brother.
With just one more day left, there was a strange sense of tension most of the nations couldn't place. For Belarus this meant one more day she would have to go through before she could finally go home and avoid her and Russia's conversation as long as possible. And for Hungary and Japan, this was the final day before they would have to rely on Prussia to figure out the mystery behind America.
Would Belarus dodge confrontation, and would Hungary's group solve the mystery? . . . Of course not, the world is never fair.
As the final meeting ended, Belarus walked down the hall to leave the building, but was stopped when Russia opened a door next to her. "Sestra, can we talk?"
What?! No she wasn't ready, she still needed time! Why did Russia have to be so impatient? Oh great, now he's dragging her into the room.
As he sat her down on the couch, he walked around and sat on a couch opposite of her. It was just then she noticed that China was also there, looking at Russia with a concerned gaze, obviously he didn't want to be there either.
Russia calmed him down by gripping his hand, earning a scoff from Belarus who glared at their interlocked hands.
Russia and China gave each other one last glance, before Russia nodded and turned his attention to Belarus. "So... I guess you're in needing of an explanation."
Belarus frowned and crossed her arms while leaning back against the couch. "Da." Outside she was her normal stoic self, but on the inside she was having a panic attack.
"Right, well I guess I'll do the starting from the beginning," Russia said while nervously scratching at his chin.
"Well, as you are knowing, China and myself have had a... long history. We've known each other for the long time, and over that time we sort of... might have... developed the feelings for each other."
He momentarily stopped to wait for Belarus' reaction, but she just sat still and continued scowling at him.
"And so a few years ago while I was doing the annual stalking of him, we learned of each other's feelings... and, well, you are knowing the rest from there," he finished as he looked back over at his boyfriend with a smile.
Belarus looked between the two lovebirds, and she couldn't tell whether to be furious, sad, or happy for him. She has spent years, so many years trying to make him no longer lonely. And now he isn't, but in the process she was left behind.
So what is she supposed to do now? Her entire livelihood has been turned upside down by an old man, that damn old man! He took everything from her: her brother, her only chance at happiness and comfort, virtually her entire reason for living.
"So that's it?" She asked suddenly, bringing Russia and China's attention to her. "Years wasted on nothing? Trying to bring you happiness just for you to run away in terror and seek it from someone else?"
Russia's mouth gaped in alarm. "Sestra that's not true, you do bring me the happiness. The only reason I run away is because you are my sister, my own flesh and blood, trying to be marrying of me. You can be staying by my side forever, without needing to be marrying me."
Belarus shook her head as she spoke. "You don't understand. It hasn't worked. I tried staying with you, I wanted to stay with you, but we've been separated time and time again. First by the two catshit bastards, then the nazi bastards, and finally when I thought we would be together forever our country fell and I was forced to live with America of all people. Our enemy! ...I just thought that if we were married, then we could never be separated again."
"But sestra, you— nyet, I'm not done!" She interrupted, continuing with her tirade.
"You also wanted to have someone stay with you forever, but for some reason you pick this fucking fossil?! He could kick the bucket at any time."
"Hey, I'll have you know my economy is doing great, unlike yourself, aru!" China interrupted, grinning cockily.
Belarus' whole body went ridged as she felt her anger beginning to build up. Slowly she reached for a knife, specifically the one America bought her. "You know, I could always assist in helping you kick that bucket."
As she unsheathed the knife, Russia stood up and got in between both of them. "There will be none of the fighting, be stopping this at once sestra."
Belarus let out a wicked laugh as she eyed her knife, making Russia shudder when he realized the type of weapon she was holding. "You know, I've been trying too hard to be nice and listen to all this bullshit you're spewing."
She then pointed the knife straight at China, making said nation move to hide behind Russia.
"I think it's about time I waste this coward. Then we can finally become one big brother!" She screamed as she lunged at China.
Russia stepped forward and held a hand out, stopping her in her tracks. "Sestra c-come on, let's just be talking this out, o-ok?"
She glared at him, angry he was defending that little pest, but her anger started fading when she noticed he was shaking. She was scaring her brother again, just like she always does.
Slowly, she lowered her arm and turned to leave. "I uh... I think this is enough talking for today. . . I'll be back at the hotel." With that she began walking to the door, but stopped when she heard the pest whispering.
"Aiyah! I knew this was a bad idea, aru! It's impossible to get through to that lunatic."
Belarus gripped the handle of the knife, but continued walking forward. 'Just ignore it Belarus, he's not worth it.'
"If she stopped acting deranged then she wouldn't be alone in the first place."
Belarus froze in place, completely appalled with what she was hearing. How the hell would he know? He knows nothing about what she's been through.
At this point her anger was reaching extremely dangerous levels, some very dark thoughts beginning to enter her mind. 'Say another goddamn word. I fucking dare you!' She yelled internally, her hand trembling in suspense.
"Just look at her, she's so creepy. Why won't she just go away already?"
Without thinking, Belarus swung around at lightning fast speed and hurled the knife, lodging it deep into China's neck.
Time seemed to slow down for Russia as his eyes slowly followed the knife, widening in absolute horror as he witnessed it stab into China's neck, blood spewing from it as he fell to the ground.
He quickly dropped to his knees and stared at China helplessly as he writhed around, gripping at his neck and struggling to breathe as blood filled his throat and lungs.
Russia knelt down and grabbed him by the sides of the face. "Hey hey hey hey hey, come on look at me, look at me!" He instructed, trying his best not to lose it as tears began streaking down China's face.
"Y-Y-You'll be back before yo-you are knowing it, o-ok?" He tried to smile, but he couldn't hold back the tears as they began falling as well.
China gave him a small nod as he gurgled and coughed some more, slowly weakening until his head fell limp in Russia's hands.
Russia pained expression slowly disappeared as he hung his head low and let his tears dry, finding solace in the fact that China wouldn't be gone forever.
When he was sufficiently calmed down, he looked back up at his boyfriend's face and removed his hands, holding up and examining his blood soaked gloves.
He took one of them off and used his dry hand to grab the knife, slowly unscrewing it from the other's neck. The knife had already shredded their neck, Russia didn't have to desecrate it any more than necessary.
He eyed the knife with a vacant gaze, calmly clutching and pulverizing it in his grip. Turning his attention back to China, he put the glove back on before holding the limp body in his arms and getting to his feet.
As he turned around, he came face to face with Belarus, who was holding the wrist of the hand she threw with and staring at China's corpse in terror.
She looked back up at her brother, her eyes widening even more when she noticed that he was snarling and gritting his teeth at her.
"Big brother, I... it was an accident, I-I-I wasn't thinking clearly, he was insulting me. You heard it, right?"
As she rambled off more excuses, Russia calmly set China on the nearby couch, walked over, and backhand slapped her across the face.
Due to his super strength, and his anger, he sent her falling hard to the floor. She slowly looked up at him in surprise as she held her cheek. "Big brother?"
Russia clenched his jaw and balled his fist as he glared down at her, then without warning he slapped her again, dropping her to the ground once more.
"Big brother... why?" She asked, wiping away tears that formed from her stinging eye. That only seemed to make him madder, because he then gripped the front of her collar and lifted her up to look at him.
"Don't you dare try to be acting the innocent after what you did! You kill— killed China! You... you, you..."
Russia let go of her and roughly began pulling at his hair, continuously repeating himself while his eyes twitched in insanity.
For the first time in her life, Russia was actually scaring her. She'd seen him act like this before, but has never been on the receiving end, and it was terrifying.
He abruptly stopped moving and instead stared at her blankly with dead, hollow eyes. It shook her to her core, and froze her still, keeping her put no matter how much she felt like running away.
Slowly he began marching closer to her, so she started crawling back to get away. She wasn't quick enough and got pinned down when he stomped a heavy boot against her chest.
As she struggled to push him off, he released his foot and pulled it back, then swung it forward and connected it with her stomach, flinging her hard into the nearby wall.
Before she could even react, he stomped over and began delivering kick after kick to her body, hitting everywhere he could before eventually tiring himself out.
Belarus just laid there and covered her head while tucked in the fetal position, accepting the beating as it came and went. She never expected him to hit her, nor would he ever think of hurting his siblings. So for him to be giving it his all like this... she messed up really bad. She deserved this.
Russia was heaving and clutching at a cramp in his stomach, but his rage wasn't finished with her yet. So he reached into his coat and pulled out his pipe, raising it above his head as he prepared to end her.
Belarus watched as he cocked back, closing her eyes as she waited for it to come down. But as the time drew on, the suspense and fear was becoming too much, so she tucked further into herself and braced.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she began repeating, tears forming in her eyes as panic set in.
Russia gripped the pipe harder and cocked back more, but he found it becoming harder to finish the job. The fury in his eyes was beginning to disappear, and his frowning eyebrows started bending up as he filled with regret.
He pulled back one more time, but now his lips were quivering and tears were rolling down his face. He can't do it, not to his sister, no matter how much she deserved it.
Suddenly the loud clang of metal smacked against the ground, alerting Belarus to open her eyes and look at wherever it came from.
She found Russia standing in front of his pipe, which was now on the floor. He had a hand covering his eyes as his emotions began overflowing.
Belarus got to her feet and reached out for him, but he turned and looked away. "No. Just, go."
She hesitated for a second, but reached out again and latched onto his arm, only for him to yank it away and walk back over to China.
He looked down at China's face, moving a hand up to brush the long hair from his face. He then bent down and picked him up again, still with his back turned to Belarus.
"You must be leaving now," he commanded, turning one dark purple eye to give her a teary-eyed glare. "And don't be thinking of coming back... ever."
Without another word he turned and walked past Belarus, who stood with her mouth hung open in disbelief. As she turned to plead with him, she found herself all alone.
"Nyet..." she dropped to her knees, staring at the floor without words.
Her brother hates her, she lost.
"Kesesese, you should've seen Austria's reaction, he started choking on his coffee. Vhat a loser!" Prussia laughed as he leaned against the wall of a bathroom stall.
"That sure is something," America said flatly while flushing the urinal and turning to wash his hands.
Prussia pouted and folded his arms. "Vell zhat vas mean, I told you a totally awesome story and you didn't even laugh."
"Sorry, it's just... I feel like this whole Russia thing is spreading way too fast," America said as he dried his hands. The two left the bathroom and continued their conversation down the hall.
"Just chill out, ve all svore to secrecy after seeing zhe image," Prussia promised. "Did Hong Kong? Because if not then I'm sure a bunch more dudes are gonna find out soon," America claimed.
"You sink so?" Prussia asked.
America nodded. "Of course dude, first it'll probably be Taiwan, since she'll definitely want something like that to hang over China's head, then it'll spread throughout Asia. And the second it hits Europe, Russia and China done for."
"It sounds like you're talking about zhe Black Plague," Prussia joked. "For the two commies it might as well be," America commented.
The two continued down the hall in silence, eventually coming to a group of nations quietly talking and strolling down an adjacent hall. It was the Nordics. "And Sealand!!!"
And Sealand, who had been spying on the meetings the entire week.
"Oh, Denmark!" Prussia loudly shouted as he waved. Both him and America closed the distance and met up with the group.
Denmark, with his head sticking high above four of the shorter nations and micronation, easily spotted and smiled widely as he sifted through the crowd to meet his awesome buddies.
"What's up guys?" He asked just as loud as Prussia. "Me and America are going back to his country to hang out, do you vant to join?" Prussia asked.
Denmark's whole face lit up as he prepared to accept, but then saddened as he looked back at the Nordics. "Ah, I wish I could but I'm stuck babysitting Sealand."
America raised an eyebrow and looked over at Sealand. "Why? Isn't he like, twelve?" Denmark nodded and frowned.
"Zhat's so unawesome, I could live on my own even as a toddler," Prussia boasted proudly. America and Denmark turned and gave each other a look. They've done the same thing, Prussia wasn't special.
"Dang, babysitting blows," America groaned, angry he couldn't hang out with his friend. Denmark smirked and looked at America. "Yeah, it does, especially with Finland being such a helicopter mom. But at least I'm not the one stuck with him for the rest of the month."
America's eyes shot open, just now remembering. "Aw shit, I forgot!" There was suddenly a loud gasp, alerting everyone to the group of Nordics, where Finland was seen with his mouth hung open and his hands over Sealand's ears.
"America, language!" He yelled. Sealand pried the hands off his ears and looked up at Finland. "It's not that bad, that British jerk swears all the time."
Finland let out a bigger gasp as he covered his mouth. All the nations inched away from him, except for Norway and Sweden. Finland then knelt down and put his hands on Sealand's shoulders, giving a creepy smile as he tried his best not to get angry. "Peter, if you ever hear that big-eyebrowed brute say anything inappropriate again... tell me."
Sealand shook in fear and rapidly nodded, making Finland's normal smile return as he loosened the grip on the poor boy's shoulders.
"Right, well I think Prussia and I should get going then," America stated in an attempt to get away from the tension.
"Alright, I'll see you bros later, alright?" Denmark promised as he waved and followed the Nordics as they began leaving. Prussia and America waved back and started walking in the opposite direction.
"Damn, zhe Awesome Trio is a lot less awesome as just zhe Awesome Duo," Prussia whined.
"I know, right? There's five of them, why can't any of the other four dudes do the babysitting?" America complained.
As they continued walking, Prussia suddenly had his attention brought to a door off to the side, which was slightly opened with Hungary and Japan's heads sticking out, gesturing for him to go to them.
"Hey, you go ahead and call us a cab, I have to go grab somesing first," he excused. America passed him a quick glance. "Sure thing, I'll see you outside."
As he walked off, Prussia slinked his way into the side room and started discussing his plan with the other two.
Meanwhile, America strolled down the hall, tapping on his phone as he prepared to call the taxi service. As he took another step, he instantly felt something off about the carpet under his foot.
He stopped moving and looked down, lifting his foot to find a red circle had soaked into the carpet. 'No way France is already drinking,' he thought.
As he looked up, however, he noticed that the red substance continued in a trail along the floor and off to a side hallway. Following it back, he saw that the other direction led him to the door just left of him.
There was also some smeared on the doorknob in the shape of a large hand. Is this... blood?! America's senses shot up to eleven as he got on guard. This wasn't a normal amount of blood, someone was going around either hurting or possibly killing people, in a government building of all places.
He put his phone in his pocket then pulled out his gun, holding it up as he crept to the door and held an ear to it. It was faint but he heard... crying? And it sounded familiar too, very familiar.
"Nat?" He called out, hoping this wasn't the case. Suddenly there was a lot of shuffling and scurrying around, then nothing. The crying had seemed to cease.
Oh no, whoever this was must've kidnapped her and is holding her hostage in this room, meaning they were wicked strong. And if she stopped crying then...
"Hold on Nat, I'm coming!" He shouted as he took a step back. 'Sorry Hungary,' he thought as he lifted a foot up and kicked with all his might, snapping the door off its hinges and splintering it in half.
He held his gun in front of him as he slowly entered the room, quickly snapping side to side to make sure he wouldn't be getting jumped. But that's strange, the room appeared to be completely empty.
Unless that's what the kidnapper wanted him to think and is trying to lower his guard. America held his gun close and slowly tiptoed around the room, walking toward the large couch in front of him.
As he got closer, he got even more tense when he saw all the blood covering one of the couches and the floor. What the hell happened here?!
He neared the farther couch and jumped to the side of it as he pointed the gun down, standing still when all he found was Belarus halfway under the couch, huddled in a tight ball and burying her face in one of the couch pillows.
Double checking to make sure there wasn't some intruder lurking anywhere, he bent down in front of her. "Nat, are you alright?"
She jumped slightly and crawled further under the couch, so America grabbed the bottom of it and lifted the whole thing off of her. "Come on, you can tell me."
"I-It's all my fault," she sniffed, muffled by the pillow in her face. America frowned as he tried to decipher what she said. "I can't hear a word you said, maybe you should remove the pillow."
He grabbed the pillow and began trying to take it from her, but she latched onto it and held it in place. "Nyet! L-Let go!"
America ignored her and yanked it away, before dropping it in shock as he stared at her face. The entire left side was dark purple and swollen, and she could barely open the one eye, but open enough for tears to freely flow down her bruised cheek.
"Oh my God Natalya, what happened?!" He yelled, darting his eyes all over her body as he noticed the rips and tears all over her dress.
"It's all my fault, *sniff* I deserve this," she said as she wiped her nose with her sleeve. America put a hand on the side of her face and wiped away the tears, his face growing serious as he felt the raised skin in what seemed to be a large handprint.
"Who did this to you?" he asked, his gaze becoming cold as he imagined what would cause all the damage to her clothes.
Natalya turned away from him and gazed off into nothingness, recalling what had happened. "It doesn't matter. I fucked up and can't fix it."
America stared at her face, thinking hard over what she said, until it suddenly clicked. "Did... did Russia do this to you?"
She didn't answer, but that silence gave him his answer. "He would never do this to his family, I made him do it. I... I didn't mean to, i-i-it was an accident," she tried to explain, but was quickly breaking down again.
America looked up at the blood all over the place, just now realizing none of it belonged to her. He then looked back down at Natalya, who stared at the floor while choking back sobs. "Nat, what did you do?"
She bit her lip as she struggled to answer, shaking terribly and gripping her dress tightly. "I-I killed China. He just made me so mad, and. . . and made fun of me for being "crazy" and lonely. I didn't choose to be fucking lonely! I-"
She was interrupted when America quickly pulled her into a hug, holding her deep into his shoulder while wrapping one arm around her neck and the other around her waist.
"It's alright, you're not alone anymore."
Natalya froze completely, not able to comprehend what he was saying. 'What? Nyet... he's lying. He's lying! I don't need this fat bastard's pity, he'll just try to get close to me, only to leave the second I open up. He's just like everyone else! He's just... he's just... so warm.'
She finally reciprocated his hug, falling limp in his arms and letting her tears fall onto his shoulder. America held tight and didn't let go, waiting until she would completely stop shaking and crying.
"What have I done? This is all my fault," she weeped, completely defeated as she sank into his chest, creating a new spot to drench with tears.
America shrugged and rubbed circles on her back. "A little bit, yeah." She flinched and curled deeper into him.
"But that still doesn't mean you should've been hit," he frowned as he moved a hand up to brush the back of her head.
"So uhhh, what are you gonna do now?" He asked. Natalya shook her head and tugged on his shirt, pulling it into her face to use as a tissue. "I can't go back, big brother has banned me from returning home," she explained as she broke out into a quiet fit of sobs.
She hated herself so much right now. This stupid American has now caught her crying on three separate occasions. How has she become so weak?
"Hey, how about you come back with me?" he offered. "I'm spending the next week or so on a cross-country vacation, since I spent so much time last month running errands around the world. It'll be fun, I'll even let you pick where you wanna go."
Natalya didn't remove her head from his chest and instead slowly nodded. Not like she had anywhere else to go.
"Cool, well I'll be right back, just need to go talk to Prussia for a sec," he said as he tried standing to leave, but Natalya latched on harder and got carried with him.
He lowered back on the ground and tried removing her hands, but she refused to let go. "Nat, I need to go, I'll be right back."
"Nyet. Please Alfred," she begged as she looked up at him, tears dripping from her fear-stricken eyes. "Don't leave me."
Alfred looked deep into her eyes, before moving up to wipe the tears away again. He then removed his hand from her face and started to remove his bomber jacket, putting it on her shoulders and zipping it up around her.
"I'll be back for my jacket, so keep it safe for me while I'm gone, ok?" He requested. Natalya peered at him with wide eyes, the entire bottom half of her face hidden under the oversized jacket.
"I promise I'll come back," he assured. Natalya hesitantly nodded and tucked into the jacket as he began leaving. She took a big whiff of the brown leather, getting a strong smell of sweat, hamburgers, and a hint of something sweet, candy probably.
It smelled nice, and warm, and comforting. It smelled like... Alfred. Russia's coat smelled of vodka and blood, which she still enjoyed, but it was different than this.
As she waited for Alfred to return, he was currently sprinting down the hall back to where he last saw Prussia. When he couldn't find him, he assumed he had probably gone outside and turned to meet him there.
Suddenly a door next to him opened, revealing Japan, Hungary, and Prussia. They all stared at him in confusion, but before they could ask any questions Alfred began rambling.
"Hey Prussia sorry but something came up so I have to cancel our plans and deal with this so yeah I guess that's it see you later sorry again byeee!" And just as quickly as he appeared, he turned and sprinted away, leaving behind three bewildered nations.
"Vhat zhe hell just happened?" Hungary asked. Japan pulled out his notepad and rushed to write down everything as quick as possible.
"I'm not sure, but here's our new rist: srow eating, missing jacket, weird wet brotches on shirt, rambring/rushing, and... is there anything erse you two want to add?"
"Canceling plans last second, write zhat down as vell," Prussia said, continuing to look down the hall Alfred had come from with concern.
"Aww, is Mr. Awesome upset he got ditched?" Hungary mocked. Prussia turned and gave her a serious expression. "No, I'm upset zhat zhere's somesing wrong vith my friend. America has never, ever turned down an opportunity to hang out vith someone."
"Prussia's right, America once invited me over even though he was having an argument with his boss. It was rearry awkward," Japan said.
"So vhy do you sink he canceled?" She asked, but Japan just shrugged. "Ve should follow him, see for ourselves," Prussia suggested.
The other two agreed and the three began following after Alfred.
At the same time, Alfred had returned to the room Natalya was in, finding her with her head and knees tucked inside the jacket. What an adorable little Belarusian bean.
"Nat? You ready to go?" He asked. Natalya popped her head out of the top of the jacket, nodding as she rose to her feet. She tried walking forward, but winced in pain as her right leg buckled and made her limp.
Alfred sped over and held her up to help guide her out of the room. "Man, the commie really did a number on you," he commented as they walked down the hall.
"He's not a commie you asshat," she said while punching him in the shoulder. He just smiled and put an arm around her waist to support her better, but cringed and let go when she winced again.
Quickly he put a hand to her stomach and began feeling around, trying to figure out the extent of the damage. "Well I don't think your ribs are broken, so that's good at least."
"Mhm," she hummed, biting back the pain as Alfred dragged a hand across all her bruises. "Though since Russia physically hit you everything's gonna take a while to heal," he told her.
"Whatever, I deserve this pain and so much more," she said. Alfred frowned and stared at her. "Stop saying that, hitting yourself over what happened isn't gonna change anything."
Natalya looked up at him with a face full of desperation. "Then what am I supposed to do?! Big brother hates now, my life is over!"
"No it's not, and Russia doesn't hate you. He may be a psychotic bastard that eats kids for breakfast, but I can see even he cares about his family."
She didn't really believe him, Russia wouldn't have done what he did if he didn't hate her.
"Just stay away for now. Once China comes back Russia will realize what he did was cruel and will come running to apologize."
"Do you really think so?" She asked, still not believing him. "Of course. You should've seen how bad he looked at the G8 meeting. Knowing he hurt his sister is gonna make him feel even worse than that, and he'll want to come fix it as soon as possible."
After a little more walking, the two arrived at the stairs. Natalya stared down them, growing nervous as she attempted her first step. Her leg gave out and almost sent her tumbling down, if Alfred wasn't there to catch her.
He then put his arms under her back and picked her up bridal style. "Huh? Alfred what are you doing?" She asked as he walked down the rest of the stairs.
"You don't want to keep injuring that leg, right?" He asked.
"Well, nyet. But do you have to carry me like... this?" She questioned.
"Why? Do you want a piggyback ride instead?" He asked.
"I... nevermind."
Right after America and Belarus had left, Prussia, Hungary, and Japan came up to a room with a missing door and a blood trail leading down the hall.
"Vhat on Earth happened here?!" Hungary screamed, looking around at the complete crime scene of a room. The door was snapped in two and on the floor, there were remnants of what she thinks was a knife, and blood... absolutely everywhere. How would she explain this to the janitors?
"Vell I sink ve know vhat's wrong vith America," Prussia commented as he inspected the broken knife hilt. "Have you ever seen America carry around zhis type of knife," he asked as he held the hilt up for Japan to see.
"Not that I know of. I'm not even sure what kind of knife this is, Hungary?" He asked as he grabbed the hilt and handed it off to her. Her eyes instantly showed recognition as she inspected it herself.
"Yes, I've seen zhis before. It's Austrian... but I sought zhey vere illegal, vhere did it come from?"
Prussia shrugged and got to his feet. "I'm not sure... but zhis America stuff just keeps getting veirder and veirder."
Japan gasped and looked at the other two. "Do you think he's fighting someone over another person? Rike a rove triangre or something."
"Or it's forbidden love, like Romeo and Juliet. Maybe zhat's vhy he's keeping it a secret," Hungary theorized.
Prussia shook his head. "I still sink you two are oversinking zhis. Zhere are plenty of reasons all of zhis is happening zhat doesn't involve some secret relationship."
"Vhatever, you just don't believe in love!" Hungary exclaimed, extremely passionate on the subject.
Prussia pinched the bridge of his nose as the other two went off on more theories. How has he become the normal one?