1 am and I have school tomorrow...I am so dumb, I think I'm going to take my hidden knife from my hidden stash of hidden things and slit my throat. so if you never see another chapter of Potato-in-law, and no more birthday fanfics come out...you know what happened
alright, I'm not that dumb on sleep deprivation...am I? oh shit.
Belarus stared down at her cell phone, waiting for it to ring. "Well, maybe I should-" She started, reaching for it.
"Don't do it!" Poland piped up from the doorway. Belarus glared at the crossdresser.
"Hey…is that my skirt?" Belarus pointed out.
"Oh yes, doesn't it look, like, fabulous on me?" Poland giggled. Lithuania started to drag the blonde away.
"Sorry, Belarus," He sighed. Belarus rolled her eyes, continuing to stare at the phone. Once again, she reached for it.
"I-I absolutely, positively hate you!" Latvia screamed, storming into the room. Belarus sighed. Estonia chased after the smallest Baltic, slipping on the tile floor.
"Oh yeah? Well you're just a little whore who…who just so happens to hold your liquor very well!" Estonia paused, realizing he had just complimented the curly-haired blonde.
Latvia straightened his back proudly. "E-even better than R-Russia!" He smiled. Then he glared at Estonia. "A-and much be-etter than y-you, Ed-duard!" He sneered.
"You're a little bastard crybaby!" Estonia shouted back. Latvia grabbed the nearest vase and threw it at the oldest Baltic.
"I hate you!" He shrieked, dashing to his room. Estonia stood there.
"Hi, Estonia," Belarus waved.
"Hello, Belarus. Raivis, wait!" Estonia called, once again chasing after him. Belarus sighed.
"You're a bitch, but I love you anyways! Oh, you can't sing, but you still-"
Belarus lunged for her phone, catching her breath and answering with a sweet, "Hello?"
"Nattie?"
"Oh, Jose!" Belarus giggled. "I thought you were someone else!" She lied.
"…someone else?" Mexico's voice was laced with envy.
"Da," Belarus smiled.
"Ah. Wait, what?"
"Why didn't you call me earlier?" Belarus demanded.
"Don't do that, Nattie! You know that I'm always scared you'd fall for someone else…"
"I'm not going to, idiot," Belarus grumbled.
"Achoo!" Belarus frowned.
"Still sick?" she asked.
"Yeah, they just capped the oil spill. Took them long enough."
"So…" Belarus decided not to say anything about her birthday. "You busy tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I've got loads of things to do. I don't actually have to do the stuff, but…well, it would be dumb of me not to."
"What is it?" Belarus asked. A large smash followed by some choice swears in Spanish.
"CANADA! Your fucking bear knocked something over AGAIN!" the line went dead.
"Bastard hung up on me," Belarus huffed. Russia walked into the room. Still, the older blonde was nervous around her, though not terrified anymore.
"B-Belarus. Privet," Russia greeted, eyes darting around the room. Belarus smiled softly.
"Privet, Big Brother," She greeted.
"Um…your birt'day is tomorrov, da?" He asked. Belarus nodded.
"Da."
"Ukraine and I vanted to do somet'ing special for you, so ve decided to take you out to eat somvhere nice," Russia explained. Belarus smiled brightly, hugging him.
"Thanks, Russia!" She smiled. Russia was in shock. "Too bad Mexico can't go; he's busy!" Belarus huffed. Russia smiled softly.
"Have some chocolate. You do not need no stinking boyfriend!" Russia said in a girly tone. Belarus giggled; Russia could be a good big brother sometimes.
"Thanks," she smiled. Russia kissed her forehead and frowned at the broken vase.
"It's bed-buddy tension, isn't it?" Belarus frowned. Russia sighed and nodded.
Suddenly, there was a loud commotion over at the front door. Denmark walked into the living room with Ukraine, smiling at her as she thanked him for walking her home (probably for the millionth time). He saw Russia there and cleared his throat.
"Ah, little brother! Baby sister!" Ukraine ran up, her large breasts bouncing loudly, making Russia blush and Belarus feel depressed about her own chest size. Ukraine squished them both with her boobs when hugging them. Denmark was blushing too.
"I was just walking her home; no need to worry!" Denmark announced in his loud voice.
"T'ank you, Denmark. See yourself out," Russia glared. Denmark chuckled nervously, glancing at Ukraine, and left. Ukraine sat down next to Belarus.
"Did Russia tell you about your birthday present from us?" she smiled. Belarus nodded, hugging her.
"Da. Thank you, Ukraine!" Belarus smiled. Ukraine looked at her watch.
"Ah, but the place we are going isn't in Belarus, or Ukraine or Russia. So you should go to bed now so you can wake up and we can catch our plane. By the time we get there, it will be lunchtime," Ukraine explained.
"Da~! So go to sleep!" Russia giggled. Belarus sighed, nodding and going to bed.
Belarus woke up to Russia shaking her. "Nattie, ve are here," He told her, smiling. Belarus stretched, standing up and looking around. Ukraine was a bit ahead, already halfway off the plane. Belarus followed Russia off the plane, then gasped as she was picked up by a third person and spun around.
"Put me down!" She ordered. She was put back on her feet, but before she could regain composure and look around, a kiss was planted on her lips. "Jose!" She gasped.
"You thought I'd miss my sweet snow angel's birthday?" Mexico grinned goofily, kissing her gently. Belarus smiled into the kiss. She took his hand and he led her to the restaurant, where a pile of presents sat on a table top.
"Um…well, these two are from my brothers. That is from my dad, that one is from my uncles, the Italies. And that one is from the Baltics," Mexico named off, pointing. He handed Belarus the one from Spain.
"A…thong?" Belarus asked.
"Kolkolkolkol-"
"O-oh dear!" Ukraine blushed and looked away. Mexico grabbed it from her.
"Hehehe, probably France!" He chuckled nervously, stuffing the thong in his pocket. Belarus shrugged and grabbed the one from the Baltics.
"It's a bracelet. And its got my name engraved on it," Belarus smiled softly. Mexico handed her the own from the Italy brothers. "Wow, a painting from Italy and a…" Belarus squinted to read the note. "A 'nice to you for a day' ticket from yours bitchily…" Belarus rolled her eyes.
Belarus pulled out a black and white spaghetti-strap dress from America. She gave Mexico a skeptic look. "Ehehehe, sorry," Mexico shrugged. Belarus then pulled out a whip from Canada. "Eh? Canada, why would you betray me?" Mexico cried dramatically. Belarus smirked.
After eating dinner, Ukraine and Russia went to a hotel. Mexico dragged Belarus home. "I'm going to go to the bathroom; I'll be back," She told him.
"Hurry, my lovely snow angel," Mexico purred. Belarus left the room. Mexico smirked to himself, pulling out the black thong his dad and France had sent.
"Jose~?" Mexico turned and held his nose, staring at Belarus as she came up, wearing her new dress, whip in hand. She put it under Mexico's chin. "Do you want to play a game?" She asked seductively. Mexico smirked, holding up the thong.
"I think I do." He pulled her down onto the couch.
"Not here," Belarus scowled.
"The bedroom is so far away though!" Mexico whined. Belarus puffed out her cheeks and turned her head away.
"A lady doesn't make love on a couch." Mexico groaned, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. (he made sure to grab her ass while he was there).
"Fine, then. You, little lady, are in for a looooong night!
not one bit of checking this over. if there's a mistake, shove it up your dog's ass and feed it to your Uncle Cat!
(I'm so sorry, I love you all, please fave and review. don't hesitate to tell me how fucking stupid I am, either...because I am...shit, I'm hungry too...