Thanks to Elizaveta Hedervary – Hungary and ScandinavianTrash for reviewing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

IceBela: So Close

Belarus sighed, stalking away from the meeting room. She couldn't understand why Russia didn't want to marry her. She had tried everything she could think of, but he just wouldn't budge.

She wasn't paying attention to where she was going, and so she didn't notice that she wasn't alone. By the time she became aware of that fact it was already too late, and she collided harshly with someone. She quickly regained her balance before she could fall to the floor.

"Watch it," the other said.

Belarus was about to snap something back, but she froze when she caught sight of the other. Silver hair and violet eyes. Just like…

"B-Belarus," the other said, realising just who it was he was speaking to. "I… I didn't realise… Sorry…"

Belarus watched as Iceland darted away, and she raised an eyebrow. His eye and hair colour was so close to Russia's.

Belarus smirked. If she couldn't have Russia, then she'd settle for the next best thing.

…

"Icy, your phone's ringing," Denmark said.

"I noticed," Iceland said, not making a move to remove the offending device from his pocket.

For the last three weeks, Belarus had been calling him endlessly, demanding that she marry him. One time, he had snapped and asked her why, and had been a little angry to hear that he had the same hair and eye colour as Russia. Iceland didn't like that comparison at all.

"I think it's kind of cute," Finland said.

"You are aware that it's Belarus, right?" Iceland asked.

"You've been crushing on her forever," Norway said calmly. "Now that she's interested in you, you don't want to give her the time of day."

Iceland glared at his brother, who simply ignored him. He couldn't expect them to understand.

…

It was at another world meeting when Iceland ran into Belarus again. Or rather, when Belarus ran into Iceland. And then wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Gah!" Iceland exclaimed, almost losing his balance, but it was almost as though Belarus tilted her body just enough to prevent that from happening.

Denmark snickered, and Iceland glared up at him.

"Have fun, you two," Denmark said.

Iceland's eyes widened when the other Nordics walked away, leaving him alone with Belarus.

"Now that we're alone," Belarus said, "let's get married."

"No," Iceland said, trying to pull away.

Belarus's grip tightened, and Iceland had the mental image of a cat sinking its claws into something.

"Why not?" Belarus said. "Give me one good reason."

"Because," Iceland said, "I don't want to be Russia's replacement."

Belarus's grip loosened slightly, and Iceland managed to pull away. He turned to look at her, seeing her frowning slightly.

"If I agree to marry you, just because I look like Russia, then both of us would get hurt," Iceland said. "If you're interested in me, then try to get to know me first."

And Iceland turned and walked away, leaving the Belarusian out in the hallway.

…

Iceland sighed in relief when it was lunch break. Listening to everyone arguing… It wasn't his idea of fun, that's for sure.

He felt someone tapping his shoulder, and he turned around, thinking that it was Finland or Denmark. His eyes widened when he saw that it was Belarus, looking a little sad, but also… cute.

"Belarus?" Iceland asked. "What is it now?"

"I… I wanted to apologise," Belarus said. "You're right. It is unfair to both of us. It's just… I've wanted Russia to marry me for so long, I just… when I was giving up, I saw you, and how much you resemble him, that I just…"

"You settled for the next best thing," Iceland sighed.

Belarus nodded.

"I wouldn't mind it so much if you got to know me first," Iceland said. "Then you could decide whether or not you still want to bother with me."

Belarus gave a small smile.

"I'd like that," Belarus said.

I had a prompt to have Belarus glomp Iceland, mistaking him for Russia because of the similar hair and eye colour, but there was this whole size and stature issue. So this is what you get.