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Per request from a Guest. Male!BelarusxFem!America... so I suppose this would be total Nyotalia... then... sort of?

Next is RomaniaxFem America.

Not meant to cause offense in any way, shape, or form. :)

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Love me. Love me.

Belarus's thoughts and hearts cried out simultaneously. His eyes scanned the room once more, wondering where his dear Sister had gotten off to. She was likely playing her favorite game. Hide and seek. They should have left such childish games behind in the days of their youth.

Yet, Russia seemed to favor it.

Why? Well, Belarus wasn't entirely certain, but he played it to humor her. She gave the most interesting facial expressions whenever he found her. Because, the game was never truly over until he had her in his arms. Where he whispered honeyed words of love and devotion.

Then... for some reason, Russia would always start crying. Hm. Perhaps sobbing was a better word? She was obviously so overcome with her affection for him that she could hardly speak. Except, of course, when she would ask him to 'stop'. It annoyed and endeared Belarus to his sister nation.

She was such a shy nation. He wished dearly that she could simply express herself as he did. With proclamations of love and perhaps the occasional obsessive glance in his direction. Belarus only wanted what he saw other nations held.

Love.

Belarus wanted to be loved as much as he loved in return. It was certainly not so much to ask, was it? For some attention and affection that did not have to be coaxed out. So very often. Russia would stare up at him with crystalline tears glimmering in her violet eyes. Which only served to confuse Belarus further.

He would never, ever, hurt her.

Love me. Love me. His thoughts churned again. He cared so much for her... why couldn't she understand how frustrating it was to wait to marry his love? Russia had put off their wedding for as long as he could remember. It made Belarus upset, and deeply hurt, because of the complex and involved history between himself and Russia.

And when he had to deal with that bitch, Poland.

No. It was best not to think back to that time. Belarus still bore the scars of his past, as all nations did. However, it made him itch to grab his knives. Knives that he had dedicated to protecting Russia at all costs. He knew that she had to understand his devotion.

She... had to.

All the silent pain he had suffered for her. How he had only ever wanted them to be happy together. To be together for-

A sudden noise drew his attention. Russia? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

His blue eyes shifted toward the door, and he decided that Russia was not in this room. He could not hear her breathing or muttering to herself as she so often did during this game.

With deadly grace and purpose, he turned down the hall, following the sound of a door opening.

The soft rumble of people talking pricked at his ears.

"-anda?"

"I'm alright, how are you?"

"Fine, thanks."

He knew that voice. The loud and high pitched whine that America called a voice. Aggravating. Annoying. Russia did not like America much at all. Therefore, Belarus did not like her either.

"What have you been up to?" Canada asked politely.

He crept closer, wanting to know what the pair was up to. They were as thick as thieves lately. Those two.

"The same thing I always do, Canada," America replied seriously, "try to get Belarus to let me have his babies."

The male nation froze. One foot hovered above the ground, as he fought the wind being knocked out of him in surprise at her words.

Had he been able to see her, he would have known America was utterly joking. However, her delivery was far too dead-pan and it ended up sounding utterly serious. Though Canada's gasp of 'surprise' seemed slightly louder than it should have. She was normally such a quiet nation.

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America was known to say a lot of shit, to try and get a rise out of Canada. This was likely her latest outlandish attempt to harass her sister.

It was sibling thing.

"You want to have Belarus' babies?" Canada teased along, sounding rather dismayed, as her violet eyes sparkled with mirth.

"Oh yeah," America continued on, leveling a look at her. "Haven't you noticed the way I constantly try to 'butter' him up with those fancy things like conversation?"

A small smirk split the Northern nation's features as she looked at her younger sister.

"Is that so?"

"Totally," America demurred, shuffling her foot into the carpet for added effect. Her appearance was that of a not entirely convincing bashful woman. "I just can't stop thinking how great we'd be as parents."

Canada tilted her head, pretending to contemplate that. Mentally, she did conjure up an adorable image of what their potential 'child' could look like. Canada had to admit, she'd seen much uglier children in her time as a nation.

"I suppose... if you're set on it-"

"Set on it?!" America gave a slight sound of offense. "I would just die if he didn't give me babies."

"Well, how many babies are we talking about?" Canada continued on, barely keeping from laughing.

"Oh... I don't know... ten or so?"

"TEN!" The northern nation shouted, not quite faking it this time.

"Well, to start... sure. Oh heck, you've convinced me. At least a dozen." America threw her hands up, as if she were giving up.

Canada shook her head. Biting her lip as she huffed a breath.

"Alright then. But don't come crying to me when you get fatter than you already are."

"Bite me."

"Cannibalism is still frowned upon," she replied with authority.

"I didn't say you had to chew and swallow," America glared as she titled her nose up in mock disgust. "Savage."

"Yes, yes. How remiss of me," Canada said, rolling her eyes.

Then they started laughing. Carefree and easily.

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Russia, who had left the building some time before, was unaware that for the very first time in history; Belarus had temporarily forgotten about their 'game'.

His blue eyes were riveted to the locks of blonde hair, that belonged to America. Something clenched in his chest. Heat suffused his cheeks.

Love me. Love me.

The thoughts were still the same. The same as they always were, yet... yet not it didn't feel like such a cry of desperation. For some reason, in his head, it almost sounded oddly relieved.

America...

No. America was still an utter pest. A disgrace!

Blue eyes, cold and hard, narrowed at the back of the head of golden hair.

As if she sensed him, America slowly turned. Her sky blue eyes locked with his angry orbs. A wide grin was on her features, it never wavered.

Just as it never had when he had lived with her briefly.

Her gaze widened briefly in surprise, Texas flashed under the florescent light and then he saw her white teeth gleam as she gave him a full blown smile. Canada turned as red as a summer rose, and closed her mouth quickly.

The quiet nation seemed mortified.

America however, just continued to laugh softly.

"Hey Belarus!" She called out jovially. "We were just talking about you."

His heart clenched again, and the heat refused to leave his cheeks.

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Well, shit. This was embarrassing.

America would have blushed, in fact, she was a little certain that she was, but it was best to play this sort of thing off. He'd get it. He was a smart nation. Russia's little brother, Belarus. Who was still older than America.

Ah well. She couldn't win them all. The one time she thought she'd have Canada freaking out, her sister didn't even seem fazed. Hm. She would have to try harder next time. Much harder. Whip cream would likely be involved. And Japan.

Because... well... of reasons.

The Star Spangled nation noticed the 'Death' glare aimed at her. Oh. Yeah. He'd totally heard her. Somehow, that made her want to laugh even more. Though it was not the most appropriate reaction.

"So," America started, breezing through the awkwardness, "How are you?"

Belarus glared at her more.

She snickered at that.

"Fascinating," America replied with a wink. "Well, Canada and I are just gonna go then. See you around."

Canada had already started making a bee-line for the door, when America followed hot on the heels. She pushed past the door, leaving the Slavic nation behind. As soon as she was more than five feet away, America dissolved into pails of deep laughter.

Her sister nation hissed at her with mortified anger.

"Stop laughing, this isn't funny." Canada insisted. "This could have all sorts of political backlash."

America wiped a tear of mirth away.

"Oh, calm down. what is the head line going to read? America wants to get some action from Belarus?" The Star-Spangled nation pointed out with a raised brow.

"America!" Canada admonished. "This is going to turn out badly, you know who that was? It was Belarus! What if he tells Russia?!"

America pondered that for a moment. Her chin tilted up thoughtfully.

"She'll give me flowers?" Which to America, made perfect sense. The other female nation was constantly running away or trying to get Belarus to leave her alone. If she found out America had inadvertently hit on the guy, she'd likely reward America.

Maybe...

Hm. Then again, Russia was hard to read sometimes.

Canada scoffed as she pushed at America to continue toward the exit.

"Mark my words, this will not end well."

The Star-Spangled nation rolled her eyes.

"Come on, how bad could it really be?"

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She smiled at him.

America, after saying all those things...

She had smiled at him, like was a welcomed guest. Not the wobbly smiles that Russia gave him when he drew too close.

He wouldn't think of it. It was far to ludicrous to lend good thought to. In fact, he openly scoffed. As if he would give America his children!

His...

She wanted, his children.

There was no sense of strange male pride that bloomed from that. Never! None at all. The very idea was close to sacrilege. Russia was the only one that would bear him offspring. Yes.

So, why then, did he stare at where America had been for so very long?

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Cold, hard, and vaguely interested blue eyes watched her from afar. He wanted to see what she would do. When faced with him.

America, constantly took him by surprise.

Belarus had expected her to shy away, or to at least be faintly still touched by their last encounter. Instead, when she finally noticed him staring at her...

She... winked at him. Again.

The female nation didn't appear upset at all. She seemed rather amused.

He swallowed, out of reflex, as her gaze met his once more. The Star-Spangled nation made a gesture, as if to ask what he wanted or if something was on her face.

Belarus blinked.

Love me. Love me. The chant continued in his thoughts. He forced it away.

Not that he needed someone like America to care for him. He loved Russia. Unequivocally. Irreversibly! What America had stated so boldly, no lewdly, had not affected him at all.

She was still America. Utterly disgusting. Horrible in every sense of the word. His chest clenched again as she went back to her notes, but she did peek at him from beneath her lashes once or twice.

Not that he noticed. Or cared.

Belarus glanced at Russia. Her composed beauty was akin to the old novels of grace and sophistication. Yes. Russia was perfect. Russia was elegant, wonderful, everything he ever wanted.

So, why then, did his head keep betraying him?

'Try to get Belarus to let me have his babies.'

He shook his head, as her phantom words brushed against his thoughts. No. Never! Only Russia was his love. Only Russia...

His fists clenched, and he grit his teeth. He was well aware of all the nations around. But, once more, his gaze was riveted to the face of America. Who was openly staring back at him. He watched with a baleful glare as she folded the top of her paper. She looked utterly at peace.

It bothered him.

Love me.

Babies.

His face grew hot, and he glowered at her more fiercely. Belarus always had a soft spot for children. He adored them so. They were the pride of his country, as they were for many others. He had longed to have some of his own for decades now.

With Russia! Of course.

Yet, as his eyes slid closed, the eyes that flashed before his thoughts were not violet, but a sky blue. Bright and happy eyes.

American eyes.

Belarus nearly flinched back in surprise. His heart started thudding nearly painfully in his chest as he opened his eyes and turned his gaze toward Russia. She had not even truly noticed him yet. Belarus needed Russia. With all his heart. She was his everything. His day and night.

Yet, the night sky was always filled with stars. Was it not?

And stars only led him to think of one nation.

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It began slowly, Belarus believed.

One day he cursed America's very existence, and did so for many days. However, as weeks passed and she treated him as she always had, in a manner that was nearly overly friendly. Belarus felt some of his undying resolve toward Russia weaken.

He would always protect her. Without a doubt.

Yet, the urge to have her as a wife, began to fade. It left him feeling bereft of what he was actually supposed to feel. What this strange urge, not to stab America, was. It crept into his thoughts, his routine. And, once, into his dreams.

Belarus snarled at the thought of it. The Star-Spangled nation that was turning his world upside down. With only her odd and slightly flattering declaration. Something, that was similar to what Belarus had said to Russia over the years.

Without being truly aware of it, he began to follow America around. Just a little. Watching her throughout the meetings. Belarus now knew how she liked her coffee, and how she truly did think that England's tea tasted like ink.

She also laughed overly loudly at the jokes that Hungary made, in Belarus' opinion. And, she did not have to flirt so heavily with Vietnam. Belgium. Or with Ukraine. He had actually narrowed his gaze at his own brother just three days ago.

He found that he did not despise her as much as he thought, as he watched America move through the meetings. It was like watching someone dance through life. America had her own way of doing things, some of which were not agreeable to many, but she kept moving.

It was... slightly enthralling, in a purely observational way.

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Months after the original incident, Belarus slammed something down in front of America. His blue eyes were unreadable, as was his expression, as he started at her intently.

"Yes?" America asked, raising a brow at his strange behavior.

"They will be legitimate." He stated without preamble.

Her gaze moved to the side, and then to the other, as she looked around.

"Okay," America stated simply. Though, to any normal nation her tone would have sounded questioning. However, to Belarus, she sounded nearly overcome by her happiness at his acceptance of her obviously long-held desire to bear him children.

He nodded at that.

Texas flashed for a moment, and America leaned back in her chair. Her confusion melted into a bright smile.

"Oh, I get it," she said after a moment.

Belarus waited. This was farther than he had ever gotten with Russia before. He owed it to America to let her continue.

"This is about me 'wanting your babies', right?" She asked, with her smile growing and she laughed softly.

His heart clenched, delighted that she seemed so pleased by him bringing it up.

"Of course," Belarus responded, with a slight edge to his words. He had gone this far, and had accepted her proposal to him. She was not allowed to back out now. Belarus felt slightly defensive at the very idea.

America nodded, smiling still.

"Yes, of course," something seemed to be amusing her, Belarus was uncertain as to what it was. "I couldn't possibly have illegitimate children," she continued. "Think of the scandal."

Belarus' lips twitched slightly into a frown. He hadn't thought about the scandal part of it. No one would mock his children. No one.

America folded her hands over the desk, and beamed up at him.

"So, then, when are we gettin' hitched?'

His heart clenched with relief and... joy? Was this joy? The quiet male nation blinked as he flushed slightly. Russia had never wanted to get married without hesitation. Was this... American enthusiasm? Was this what it was like when they courted? Was it really so easy?

Belarus was delighted, as much as he could be.

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"What is so funny?" Morocco asked as she glanced at America, who was still snickering at something.

"Oh nothing," she said with an easy tone. "I just never realized how well Belarus could take a joke."

Morocco seemed puzzled by her words. She had never known Belarus to have a sense of humor.

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It was Ukraine, that at least attempted to bring it to America's attention. That Belarus had taken an interest in her. One that rivaled what he felt for Russia. Something that had never happened. Even Ukraine was unsure of how to handle the situation.

"I just think that perhaps you should tell me, what happened." The Male nation coaxed gently.

America stared at him in utter confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

Ukraine looked vaguely ill-at-ease. "With Belarus," he elaborated.

"Huh?"

The Star-Spangled nation continued to appear perplexed. The hairs on the back of Ukraine's neck stood at attention, alerting him to the presence of his brother. Something he had perfected over the centuries.

"Yes, brother, what about me?" Belarus said softly, his voice deeper than Ukraine remembered. Clearly displeased by the interference.

"Hey Belarus," America said brightly, smiling at him.

A faint flush of red appeared on his pale cheeks. Ukraine could only blink in silent astonishment. Until Belarus shoved him with his elbow.

"N-nothing. Nothing at all."

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"I'm telling you America, I feel like we are being followed." Japan said for the second time.

America laughed at the very thought.

"You and Canada, really Japan... stop being so paranoid. I thought you got over this phobia a long time ago." The Star-Spangled nation teased lightly.

Cold, hard, and slightly pleased, blue eyes watched one female nation even move, with a nearly obsessive gleam to them.

Love me. Love me. The whisper in his head chanted. Occasionally, the images of bright eyes children would flash across his thoughts. Ones with golden, sun-kissed hair, and eyes that matched his own. A wonderful goal for the future.

He would surprise his bride later, with something that she found on her trip with Japan today. Something that she liked.

It would be his wedding present to her.