BelarusxRussia: All She Ever Wanted.

    A psychopathic girl obsessed with her older brother. Is that really all people think of when my name is mentioned? I will not deny that I love my brother, with every ounce of my being. I will not deny anyone who tries to hurt brother will; face the consequences. But psychopathic? No one understands why I am this way, or even tries to. Odds are no one ever will. At first I didn't mind, let them think what they want. But as time went on, I didn't want to be that girl. I didn't want to be that girl everyone cringed at the mention of. The girl whose name would strike fear into the hearts of who could hear it. The obsessive and somewhat; well you know, girl you see now is not always who I was. There was a time that I was like any other little sister.
-----Flashback-----
    "Brother!" The small blond cried with joy rushing to hug him, " I missed you! How was your day?"
    The older country chuckled and hugged the younger, "It was fine. What have you been up to Сестра?"
    She smiled and tugged on his coat pulling him along to the living room. His eyes simply lit up at what he saw. There were sunflowers everywhere. Vases were set about the room with the golden flowers. Two new paintings hung on the walls both featuring the flower. Belarus knew her brother best and had spent the entire day working on this. Picking flowers, only the flawless and most beautiful, and the paintings had been purchased not long before. This was not done out of an obsessive or odd way as you would think knowing her now. But it was a kind and sisterly thing to do. Sunflowers were Russia's favorite, and Belarus knowing this had done something special for him.
    "Do you like it brother?" She asked hopefully clinging to his arm affectionately.
    He smiled from ear to ear, "Da very much," he picked her up with ease and hugged her tightly even given her height, "How long did this take you Belarus?" he asked.
    "Most of the day. But it was fun and I knew you'd like it!" She said snuggling against his scarf.
    A pang of sadness crept into his voice, "I wish I could enjoy it more before I have to leave..."
     Belarus looked up at him confused, "Leave? To go where? How long?" she didn't like this; not knowing if he was safe even for the shortest amount of time worried her.
    He frowned and sat on the couch patting the seat next to him. She sat obediently and waited. The room was silent for a few moments. He seemed to be trying to find the right words.
    "I received new orders from my boss," seriousness and sorrow emanated from his form.
    Her eyes widened with fear and shock, "War?! No! With who?! Big brother you can't please! Whoever you go to war I never know of I'll see you again!" she held onto him tightly, as of he could disappear at any moment.
    "I'm sorry... I don't want to go but I have to. You know I do. Orders are orders."
    Belarus became serious, "Who is it this time?"
    "America but-"
    "I'm going to help you. I'll round up my army and we'll fight with you," her voice was firm and her features serious.
    Russia merely shook his head, "Nyet. You will stay here and wait," he ruffled her hair with a gloved hand, "I'll be back before you know it. Here," his scarf was unwound from his neck and hands to her, "Hold onto that for me. That way you'll know I'll come back," he forced a smile before grabbing his gun and securing his pipe to his belt.
    "B-big brother please!!! I can help really I can just let me come!" she was on her knees pleading tears rolling down her pink cheeks.
    Looking back at her one last time he managed a reassuring smile, "до свидания мой подсолнечника."
     "BIG BROTHER!!!" with her frantic cry, came a click, and he was gone.
-----Vodka induced time lapse-----
    Belarus began to change. Her happy and playful personality diminished, she became somber and solemn. The flowers withered and died. They sat in the living room brown and lifeless. She didn’t care anymore. It had been months since Russia had left. No word had been sent, no letter, nothing. For all she knew he could be dead. She shook her head quickly.
    “Nyet, big brother is fine. He’ll be back soon,” she clutched the scarf tightly, “he promised he would come back,” but even as she said this tears began running down her cheeks.
    It was in this time Belarus started to become as we know her now. The fear of losing her brother consumed her. She didn’t want to go through the pain and sorrow of not knowing whether he was alive or dead ever again. All she really wanted was for him to be safe and happy. Her way of showing it wasn’t; normal; but in the end she really did mean well. Her breath came in short choked sobs as she clutched her brothers scarf in her slender fingers.
    “B-big brother please come back. I miss you I need you back,” she pleaded quietly to herself.
    Just then she heard a sound at the door. Someone was knocking. Her head whipped up and she put the scarf around her neck. Quickly she went to her pillow and retrieved the small knife she kept there. Belarus was alone and vulnerable, the one knocking could very well be a country trying to catch her off guard. But as she slowly opened the door, this presumption was proved wrong.
“I’m back сестра.”
-----Present day-----
    “Belarus?” a voice asked snapping me from my memories, “Are you ok? You seem distracted...” he said with an edge of fright.
    I turned my head slightly he was partly visible, “Da, I’m fine big brother,” I answered emotionless.
   Brother nodded and resumed listening. I didn’t see the point in these meetings. Nothing was ever discussed due to the fighting and bickering. It was annoying. I’d rather be anywhere else. But brother was here, so it wasn’t horrible. We had been getting along better, not as close as we used to be, but better. The meeting had gone on for twenty minutes and absolutely nothing had been discussed. Why don’t they let me host the meeting? I could get things done quickly. Everyone would be too scared to object. But no, I just sat silently hands folded in my lap day dreaming. Like brother would want me to.
    “Belarus are you sure you’re ok? You haven’t said anything at all,” Ukraine asked from the other side of Russia to which I gave a sharp nod.
    A voice carried across the room easily recognized, “I won the war of course! Heroes never lose!”
    Big brother looked over, “And just what war do you mean America?” he asked with his innocent smile.
    “The war a few years ago against you. I beat you too easily. Its like you let me win!” he boasted with an annoying laugh which made my blood boil.
    “You only won because you attacked when I was unarmed and unprepared. Stop talking about it in front of my sister, da?”
    I had become rather interested, “Nyet brother. I want to hear what the obnoxious one has to say.”
    America being the idiot he is ignored my comment, “Just like I said! I beat your brother-”
    “Unfairly. I was not armed and-”
    “All’s fair in love and war dude!” to the horror of everyone in the room America pulled out his pistol, “Or do you want a rematch?”
    The room immediately erupted in frantic cries at the country to put down the gun. America was an idiot but never tried anything like this. Chairs were knocked to the ground as everyone rose at once yelling. Big brother sat calmly simply watching. Though America had drawn his gun firing it was something else entirely.
    “America you git put the gun down!”
    “Put the gun away aru!”
    “Are you insane mon ami?!”
    Everyone was yelling at him. But still America kept the pistol trained on brother. Things were getting out of hand. It appeared I would have to intervene. So I stood; silence followed.
    “Put the gun down. Big brother can beat you any day.” as soon as I had finished he began laughing.
    “So he has his little sister standing up for him? Thats-!”
    “What I am here for. I am is little sister. It is my job to help my brother,” I stated calmly but menacingly.
    No one moved. The other countries were looking from me to him anticipating. America seemed to be thinking hard. Making a strategy? For what? He had already lost. If he tried anything the entire room would stop him. At least, that’s what I thought. Something was different about him. He shook and quaked, with what? Certainly not fear, anger? His eyes, normally soft and happy, were cold and distant. Like he was seeing, but not. Had he finally snapped? His gun hand tensed and relaxed and shook.
    “I’ll do it! I’ll shoot! You know I will!” he yelled, and no one moved.
    “I don’t think you will America. You don’t have what it takes to pull that trigger. You should sit back down so we can continue the meeting, da?” big brother seemed calm, but on edge.
    America was never like this, “No! I won’t! I’ll show you! I can beat you anytime anywhere!”
    At this point even I was frightened, what had happened to America? His carefree obnoxious self had seemed to just, disappear. Big brother noticed this as well, I saw his hand twitch towards his pipe. But he still kept a calm expression.
    “Why don’t you say anything back you ass?! Is it because you’re scared?! I’ll give you something to be scared of!” the hammer of the gun was moved with a click.
    No one moved or tried to stop him. He had snapped, that was completely obvious. Anyone who dared to get in the way would get hurt. Fear briefly crossed Russia’s visage but was hidden.
   Suddenly, everything slowed down. The silence was deafening, the tension suffocating. There were several gasps, then a loud bang. He had pulled the trigger. Russia’s eyes snapped closed. Waiting, anticipating the pain and cold of death that would soon greet him. Only, it never did. There was a scream, but it was not his, it was that of a woman. His eyes snapped open, and to his horror who he caught was none other than his sister, wounded, and dying.
    “BELARUS!!!” he cried kneeling and holding her tightly to his chest.
    Her blue dress and pristine white apron were dyed a deep red. She looked up at him and smiled weakly.
    “B-brother...you’re ok? You aren’t hurt?” her voice came in a pained whisper.
    “Me?! Belarus look at yourself!” he received a shake of the head.
    “I don’t care. You are safe, da brother?” her smile was weak, yet full of life.
    Her brother cared about her, she had always known this. She had never cared about him the same way. She had cared, but not the right way. On her deathbed, Belarus returned to her rightful place, his caring younger sister. America had been quickly taken down and dragged from the room. Ukraine was frantically babbling into the phone getting an ambulance, but this would be useless. She was too far gone.
    “D-da. I’m fine. Why would you do that Bela, you’re hurt! That was stupid!” he yelled tears brimming in his eyes.
    “Because, I love my big brother. I love you the right way now. I won’t let you get hurt,” her voice was fading and the color draining from her skin.
    Russia’s tears flowed freely now, “I-I love you too Bela,” he said hugging her tighter.
    Belarus smiled, her eyes sparkling. That was all she ever wanted to hear. Her brother loved her, and both in the same way now, the way it always should have been. Her final breath was drawing near, her eyes were becoming heavy.
    “Big brother, thank you,” with those final words, and a lingering smile, her eyes closed forever.
    Protecting her brother, and earning his love were all that she had wanted in life. Both she had fulfilled. When Belarus took her final breath; she took it content, and happy, for the first time anyone could remember. In her final moments, all she could ever want became hers.