Post by arriden on Jul 25, 2010 9:48:00 GMT 2
She would never admit it, but his stare frightened her a little. It was as if those icy blue eyes were digging through her heart, rummaging about for the answers to her madness. She didn't like that, not one bit, and she didn't want him to see what she had kept most secret in her heart. He was the threat, the one that had managed to break through her brother's shell, managed to do what she hadn't been able to, and the one that would threaten her efforts all this long while.
She needed her brother. He didn't. He was only deluding himself with lies of love. He didn't know her brother like she did, had never followed him for weeks on end, and he certainly hadn't been the one keeping her brother safe from all those power-hungry Nations trying to lure him into alliances. Russia was hers. And he needed to know it.
"You..." Her voice faltered for a moment, her heart shrinking from being under that cold gaze of his. "You should keep away from Brother. He's... He's not yours." She planted her feet and stood firm against the blizzard in his eyes, she had to protect what was hers by right.
"He do'sn't belong t' y'u eith'r." The Nordic finally spoke, the deep and serious tone striking chills in her spine. Frowning, she stared back at him defiantly, trying to pit her will against his, but that proved to be a mistake. His gaze once again pierced through her intentions, and she gasped as a spark of understanding flared in his eyes. He knew.
Belarus bit her lip and turned away, fists clenching at the loss. He would tell her brother, he would turn away from her and she would have nothing left to hold on to against the world. A sudden abyss seemed to open up in her, and she gasped as the fear threatened to overwhelm her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to do if she didn't have her brother. For countless years, she had been trying to get her brother to marry her. She knew he didn't love her and probably never would, but never in her thoughts had she accounted for him falling for another. Nor had she thought that the other would love her brother as well.
"Why did you choose him...? Why did it have to be him?" Desperation clawed its way inside her, and she could no longer hold her calm. She needed a reason to make sense of this puzzle. Some logic to keep her mind sane and to comfort her during the long cold nights. He seemed to think about the answer seriously, and as the moments ticked by, she felt numbness creep into her limbs.
"B'cause. We fit."
Those quiet words made her come undone, her legs refused to hold her up and she finally let her tears fall. They were tears of grief, of exhaustion and of relief. It was hard work to pursue someone so strongly for such a long time and never have anything but brotherly feelings returned.
However, it was also tiring to keep the pretense of false love, for the sake of her country. She knew it would be hard to survive without her brother's help, so she had tried to endear herself to him, to tie him to her. It hadn't worked. She still tried, but none of her efforts had done anything but turn him further from her, and she still didn't know when he had begun to shun her. It had hurt for her brother, the one who had always been there since she was a child, to practically run every time he saw her. Perhaps... he might start talking to her again.
Sweden's hand came into view, blurry from her tears. Looking up at the tall man, she shook her head and refused his help. She would stand on her own. For the moment though, she felt fine, maybe even better, as she was on the floor. Her frustrations seemed to have flown away, and though the future ahead felt daunting, she could surely accept it in time.
"Forget about me, go to him. Brother's waiting, isn't he?"
She received a short nod in reply, and although her heart gave a little twinge at that, she shook it off and managed to dredge up a watery smile. Ignoring her earlier rejection, he came closer and pulled her upright. This time, her wobbly legs obeyed her, and she could only shake her head at the Swedish gentleman.
"Make him happy," she whispered as the Nordic turned and walked away.
She needed her brother. He didn't. He was only deluding himself with lies of love. He didn't know her brother like she did, had never followed him for weeks on end, and he certainly hadn't been the one keeping her brother safe from all those power-hungry Nations trying to lure him into alliances. Russia was hers. And he needed to know it.
"You..." Her voice faltered for a moment, her heart shrinking from being under that cold gaze of his. "You should keep away from Brother. He's... He's not yours." She planted her feet and stood firm against the blizzard in his eyes, she had to protect what was hers by right.
"He do'sn't belong t' y'u eith'r." The Nordic finally spoke, the deep and serious tone striking chills in her spine. Frowning, she stared back at him defiantly, trying to pit her will against his, but that proved to be a mistake. His gaze once again pierced through her intentions, and she gasped as a spark of understanding flared in his eyes. He knew.
Belarus bit her lip and turned away, fists clenching at the loss. He would tell her brother, he would turn away from her and she would have nothing left to hold on to against the world. A sudden abyss seemed to open up in her, and she gasped as the fear threatened to overwhelm her. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to do if she didn't have her brother. For countless years, she had been trying to get her brother to marry her. She knew he didn't love her and probably never would, but never in her thoughts had she accounted for him falling for another. Nor had she thought that the other would love her brother as well.
"Why did you choose him...? Why did it have to be him?" Desperation clawed its way inside her, and she could no longer hold her calm. She needed a reason to make sense of this puzzle. Some logic to keep her mind sane and to comfort her during the long cold nights. He seemed to think about the answer seriously, and as the moments ticked by, she felt numbness creep into her limbs.
"B'cause. We fit."
Those quiet words made her come undone, her legs refused to hold her up and she finally let her tears fall. They were tears of grief, of exhaustion and of relief. It was hard work to pursue someone so strongly for such a long time and never have anything but brotherly feelings returned.
However, it was also tiring to keep the pretense of false love, for the sake of her country. She knew it would be hard to survive without her brother's help, so she had tried to endear herself to him, to tie him to her. It hadn't worked. She still tried, but none of her efforts had done anything but turn him further from her, and she still didn't know when he had begun to shun her. It had hurt for her brother, the one who had always been there since she was a child, to practically run every time he saw her. Perhaps... he might start talking to her again.
Sweden's hand came into view, blurry from her tears. Looking up at the tall man, she shook her head and refused his help. She would stand on her own. For the moment though, she felt fine, maybe even better, as she was on the floor. Her frustrations seemed to have flown away, and though the future ahead felt daunting, she could surely accept it in time.
"Forget about me, go to him. Brother's waiting, isn't he?"
She received a short nod in reply, and although her heart gave a little twinge at that, she shook it off and managed to dredge up a watery smile. Ignoring her earlier rejection, he came closer and pulled her upright. This time, her wobbly legs obeyed her, and she could only shake her head at the Swedish gentleman.
"Make him happy," she whispered as the Nordic turned and walked away.