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It was midday in Russia and the sun was at it's peak. It was considerably hot for the country’s average summer temperatures.
Belarus found shelter under her big brother’s front door overhang. Russia, or as she prefered to call him, Ivan, was nowhere to be found.
She sighed, taking some time to appreciate the way her brother’s name sounded. Human names are for a nation the most precious thing they could have. For a nation to call each other by their human names, it takes a lot of trust and intimacy. Belarus liked the believe that her relationship with her brother was like so.
In her arms, there was a hardcover notebook. She took her time to better observe it. On the cover, it read “BELARUS’S PROPERTY. Do not touch unless you have the desire to lose all your fingers and then die from blood loss”. Belarus grinned as she contemplated her dark and sadistic sense of humor.
In the notebook’s first page, it was written:
“Belarus’s Tips On How To Seduce Your Big Brother”
She had decided to create the book based on her experiences on trying to win her brother over. Other countries have tried several times to scold her for showing such feelings for her big brother. They claimed it was an unhealthy behavior and that incest, as they called it, was something ill and disgusting. But she did not see any of that. She really loved her older brother, and admired him in many aspects, from his great strength, to his violet eyes and pale hair. She found it difficult to see what was so wrong with such love.
But apparently, the rest of the world, as well as her beloved brother, found it way too wrong. To convince him to marry her had always been a difficult task. She had been trying for years to join him in the most intimate way two nations could be joined, both humanly and politically. But he always rejected her, claiming it to be wrong.
Belarus knew he was playing hard-to-get in order to outwit the other nations and their judgment on what would be of their union. They were scared because they knew that together, they would be unstoppable. But she was certain that one day, she would be one with her brother, despite anyone’s opinion.
Fortunately, Belarus was not one to back down so easily. Her incomparable wit drove her to make a plan consisting of 5 steps in order to seduce and win over Russia. And that’s why she made that notebook, deciding it would be unfair not to share her work. She set up the guide and then titled it “Belarus’s Tips On How To Seduce Your Big Brother”. She was absolutely certain that this book would still be useful to someone someday, no matter what Lithuania said. Maybe she could lend it to Liechtenstein after she finished writing it.
And that’s what she was planning on doing today. Belarus had openly renounced all her important and terribly tedious tasks as the Belarusian State in order to spend the afternoon with her brother, learning more about the art of flirtation and which of them worked on older brothers .
She looked again at the notebook page. Just below the title, her first tip and step in her secret plan was written down. It was the longest step so far, and it consisted on daily monitoring her brother in order to assure companionship and trust. Okay fine, it was in order to get a little attention.
She read the first tip:
“TIP #1 – Make sure he notices you.
Because we all know how older siblings can be a pain in the ass when they decide to simply ignore us. So, make sure he knows that you love him by chasing him down until he acknowledges you.”
She had been practicing this step for so long now, she was basically an expert on the matter. The other nations believed that her behavior was worrying. America frequently called her a stalker and a sicko. Belarus had no idea what it meant, but she didn’t give it too much of a thought. The only thing that mattered was its effect on her Big Brother. And honestly? So far, so good. He didn’t forget her or try to ignore her any longer. He was getting considerably more confortable with her presence in his life, just like it's supposed to be.
Belarus smiled and turned to the door, knocking three times.
“Big Broootheer!” , she caroled, her voice angelic and high pitched, so much so that if Russia didn’t know her, he would have opened the door right that instant.
But this was Russia’s house and he knew her all too well.
“Ivan? Ivanich?” , she continued calling out, her knocks getting harder and faster, “Come on, open up! I came all the way here to pay you a visit, spend some time with my favorite brother in the whole world!”
Still response from the house.
“Ivan, open this door!” , she shouted, knocking as hard as if she were to break that damn piece of carved wood. “You know that you can’t hide from me forever! So just open the damn door already!”
Having no answer, she dug her nails on the door and scratched the surface, leaving claw-shaped prints on the wood. Her fingers were always covered in bandages due to this habit of hers, and Russia’s doors, therefore, were changed every week.
It was painful indeed, but the noise that came from it was impossible to go unnoticed. So worth it.
Yet again, no one answered. There was not a single noise coming from the house. Which would be impossible, considering Russia had to be somewhere in there. Was he avoiding her again? Oh for God's sake, she thought they were over this! Belarus started shouting again, cursing her Brother of very poorly educated things.
Why didn’t any of the Baltics get the door? I mean, they were scared to death of her… But Lithuania always ended up opening the door. He had a soft side for her or something. Russia glared at him whenever he saw the girl being greeted by the lithuanian in the living room. She questioned neither of their actions. As long as she managed to get in...
And even so, there were still no sign of a living soul in the household.
But she remained there, shouting and kicking the door, scratching and punching it's surface with all her strength and determination. Eventually, the tiredness and fatigue got the best out of her. She slipped her back through the door, sitting on the hard ground breathless, and barely noticed when her eyes started blinking slowly. She fought against her own eyelids, but even countries got tired after hours of emotional stress and repeated sessions of punching and kicking something as hard as that damn mahogany clapboard.
She drifted off right there in the ground, only to be found by her older brother half an hour later. He had grocery shopping in one of his hands, and the houses keys in the other one, but he dropped them all off when he saw her laying in the ground.
“Belarus? “ , he approached the girl carefully. She seemed to have been knocked out by exhaustion, “What are you doing out here? “
He received a sleepy grunt in response.
Watching the nail marks on the door, it was easy to deduce why was she laying there, unconscious, at his doorstep. He dared to let out a shy smile. His sister was quite intriguing sometimes, even kinda crazy if you prefer the term, but her stubbornness was rather adorable.
So Russia picked her up in his arms and opened the door. He crossed his enormous mansion and up the stairs with the girl comfortably nestled in his chest. He positioned her in one of the many empty guest rooms, kissed her goodnight and headed downstairs to get the shopping bags he left outside.
He didn’t notice it when she smiled lightly in her sleep.