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Chapter 6: Stairs and then a Car

"What are you doing?" Belarus snarled as America placed her gently on his now made bed. His looked around at the cleaned room, a bemused frown turning down his lips.

"Did you clean my room?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. She didn't look up at him, her face painted a soft pink. His eyes roamed over her form, taking in the elements of her appearance that he hadn't noticed while tending to her injuries. "And you're wearing my clothes? Wow, what happened while I was with my sisters?"

"Nothing," she snapped at him, glaring at her bandages.

Uncomfortable silence fell over them, only broken by the sounds of merry-making below them. The silence was finally cut by America's whispered question, "Why do you hate me?" He didn't look at her, staring fixedly at his toes.

Belarus jerked her head up towards him, irrational fear curling through her. She dropped her eyes as she answered. "I… I don't hate you," she answered truthfully, fidgeting with the cuffs of her shirt sleeves.

"Why don't I believe you?" he asked, suddenly standing in front of her.

"But I don't!" she protested, glaring up at him. Why wouldn't he believe her? Why was it that whenever she told the truth, no one ever seemed to believe her?

He dropped his hands on either side of her hips, making her lean back. "Then why do you act like you do? I thought after that night at Germany's place…" His voice trailed off, his cheeks going a pretty pink. His sky blue eyes dropped to stare at her lap. "Why did you even kiss me?"

Now she had a rational reason to be fearful. Her eyes grew to twice their size. He knew! He remembered! If only her legs weren't in so much pain, she would have already backed up against the headboard at the speed of light, but they weren't so she was trapped between his arms. "I, uh, um… I…" she stuttered, whatever lie she'd been ready to spew sticking in her throat.

"Was it just because you could? Or you wanted to get a kick out of pulling me along? Or just wanted someone to make out with? I know you weren't even buzzed that night so why? Why me?" America's voice grew quiet, almost inaudible, so that is the nations downstairs had been just a little louder, she wouldn't have been able to hear him.

Belarus shook her head vigorously, needing, wanting him to not believe those things. She herself didn't understand why she'd let herself be sucked into his kiss, or even let him kiss her in the first place, but those were definitely none of her reasons. "No, that's not why."

"Then why? What was the point?" he asked sternly, glaring harshly at her.

For once in her long life, Belarus flinched under someone's glare. "I don't know," she murmured, guilt congealing deep in her bones, before her voice rose, "But I know none of those things were my reasons!"

America scrutinized her for a long time, shame dampening his anger when he saw her flinch. She was staring down at her hands again, not meeting his eyes. She was the personification of temptation right then. She looked submissive and so alluring. He wondered silently what she'd do if her just gave into his desires for just one moment.

"I'm going to kiss you," he warned only a moment before pulling her chin up and pressing their lips together.

Surprise burst in Belarus, washing over any other emotions she'd been experiencing. Resisting the instinctual urge to shove him away violently, she melted into his kiss, her eyes sliding shut and her mouth opening to accept his kiss. Heat curled through her body, warming her blood, pooling between her thighs as her imagination took off in all different directions. When his knee slid between her knees, she let them be pushed apart just enough to accommodate his knee.

Spurred forward by the delayed rejection, America slid his hand around her bare waist under the button up, leaving the other to hold himself up over her. Her skin was cool and soft under his calloused hands, intriguing him to no end. He wanted to feel more of her, to know everything about her. His fingers drew gently, burning circles on her hip.

Threading her fingers through his hair, Belarus pulled the American closer to her, needing to feel his body against hers. His fingers against her hip were already driving her crazy. She wanted him. She wanted everything he had to offer.

He pushed his large hand up her side, loving the sharp intake of breath it elicited from her. Bringing his other knee up, Belarus began scooting back, moving more into the middle of the bed. He followed her without breaking their kiss.

Downstairs, the other nations were oblivious to the actions, gasps and moans emitted by the pair hidden safely away from prying eyes, except for one fat yellow bird that cheeped thoughtfully before disappearing into the crowd below.

…..

France grinned knowingly the next morning as America quietly came down the stairs. He leaned against a kitchen counter seeing as everywhere else was taken by sleeping countries. Even the table was taken, covered by a sprawled out Denmark. "Bonjour, Amérique. How are you? We were a bit worried after you disappeared upstairs with our dear Belarus last night and didn't come back. We thought maybe she had decided to murder you," he told the dirty blonde who yawned sleepily in response. He wore only a pair of boxers, the same boxers, in fact, that Belarus had been wearing yesterday. Love marks, also known as hickies, peppered his tanned skin.

"So, did anything… productive happen after you two disappeared?" the Frenchman asked suggestively, waggling his eyebrows at the oblivious man pouring himself a cup of coffee. The fat yellow bird that sat on his shoulder cheeped quietly in sleep, gently rocking back and forth.

Or maybe not so oblivious. A happy, satisfied smile curled the corners of America's lips. "No, not really. We just talked," he lied, hiding his smile behind the rim of his cup.

France smirked, watching the younger nation's attempt to lie. It wasn't going to work. "Big Brother France thinks you're lying. You see, I have a very trustworthy source," he glanced at the bird on his shoulder, "that says otherwise. Don't hold back the details. Spill them to your big brother."

America frowned, glaring at France. He wasn't going to let him ruin his night with his nosy prying. "What source? Who are you talking about?" he asked, hoping to deter the man.

"Never mind my source, I want to hear everything," France said, waving his hand at the other nation dismissively.

"Get your own life," America retorted, his mood quickly souring. He poured coffee into a second cup and was getting ready to disappear back up the stairs when a soft 'Ve~' came from the couch.

Both of the men paused in their actions, glancing over the breakfast bar to where Italy was pushing himself up, Germany's arm still wrapped around his waist. He yawned, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Oh, good morning, America, France. Happy Valentine's Day," he said with a grin.

Both America and France nearly dropped their coffee cups, eyes going wide. "Shit," America moaned just as France muttered, "Merde."

"What is it?" Italy asked curiously, watching the two men drop their heads into their hands.

"I completely forgot to go buy something," they said in unison.

America set the two cups on the counter, taking the stairs two at a time. He reappeared moments later, stuffing his wallet into his back pocket. He rushed for the door, car keys in hand.

"Hold on, mon cher. I will be accompanying you," France called, pulling on his shoes and running a cursory hand through his hair before hurrying over the blonde. America paused impatiently, waiting until France had caught up to him before bolting full sprint out the door.

…..

Belarus woke from a blissful sleep slowly, registering her surroundings just as slowly. She was curled in the middle of a plush bed, a down comforter curled around her. She breathed deeply. America's scent filled her nose, setting her at ease. Downstairs it sounded as if the others were waking up one by one. There was shouting and yelling. A TV blared BBC news that everyone except for Germany was most likely ignoring.

She rolled over, expecting to find the one man she'd actually been looking forward to seeing only to find empty covers. She ghosted her hands over the cold sheets. He hadn't been beside her for a long while now. She felt despair grip at her heart.

Rolling back onto her stomach, Belarus buried her face in the down pillows pressed against the headboard, hoping to fall back to sleep, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen. A screech of rage rang through the house, identified at Hungary's, and followed quickly by Prussia's howl of pain from outside the window. This went on for well over an hour, and she finally gave up on the sleep idea.

Pushing herself up, the covers fell away from her body. Cool air washed over her exposed skin, making shiver. She slid off the bed, gingerly putting weight on her legs and holding onto the mattress incase her legs decided to give out on her. Pain snaked up her legs, but was more bearable than it had been the day before. If she was lucky, the bruise would already be turning that ugly green that healing bruises turned, and the gouges would already be forming new skin.

She glanced over her body, taking inventory of anything that may be different. Everything seemed to be in working order, but she see all of the love marks America had left up and down her torso and on the inside of her thighs. She was sure if she could see her neck and back, they'd be dotting those areas of her body as well.

An uncharacteristic, small smile pulled up her lips as she ran her fingers over a few of the marks running over her stomach. A new emotion, unfamiliar to her, seeped slowly into her bloodstream, warming her to the core.

Pulling her eyes away from her own skin, Belarus went and raided America's drawers for another pair of boxers, this time Captain America, and pulled on the shirt she'd been wearing yesterday. It'd been thrown clear across the room the night before, landing on the TV. She pulled open the door, glancing down the hall. She couldn't tell what the other countries were doing through the incessant babble. She was just about to pull back into the room when stomach took that moment to growl angrily, demanding food.

Sighing, Belarus began making her way downstairs. Of course, it wouldn't be Valentine's Day if something bad didn't happen to her. So, the moment her foot hit the first step of the stairs, her ankle rolled beneath her.

Squeezing her eyes together, ready to just take it, she waited for the pain that never came. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, leaving her suspended above the stair she'd been about to hit. The person reeled her back in, setting her on her feet. "Thank you," she began, a smile on her lips, but the words died in her throat as she turned not to find America, like she'd hoped and expected, but his sister who could have been his identical twin if she were male.

"Don't mention it," the girl said happily, tipping her cowboy hat to her, "It was my pleasure. You should be a little more careful seeing as how badly you got her yesterday." She smiled widely, rocking back and forth on her heels. "I can carry you down the stairs if you need me too."

Belarus shook her head at the woman's offer, turning and quickly making her way down the stairs. She didn't trip this time, thank god, but her ankle throbbed with every step. The scene she came upon was utter chaos.

Nations rushed around in various stages of being dressed, munching bagels or Poptarts and nursing cups of coffee as they pulled on pants or attempted to tie their shoes through a hangover. Germany, of course, was fully dressed and shouting into his cellphone. "Nein! You will meet us at the meeting! We're leaving in five minutes. You will either be here before then, or meet us at the meeting!" he snapped, hanging up before he could listen to the pleas of his recipients, "We're leaving in five minutes!"

Groans ran around the room, but the nations appropriately began pulling on clothing articles.

"Belarus, I pulled out a dress and shoes for you. I added a bra and new underwear too," Hungary said suddenly, stepping out in front of her, "I put them in the bathroom. I figured you'd like to take a shower after your activates last night."

Belarus frowned. How did Hungary know about her night? As answer to Belarus' unanswered question, the woman held out her cell, a picture of America and her soundly asleep in each other's arms filling the screen. Her cheeks heated. She turned on her heel, slamming the bathroom door, Hungary's giggly laughter following after her.

When she finally emerged from the shower, the house was cleared out except for America's sisters who were spread out on the couch and floor in front of the TV. "They all went to the meeting about five minutes ago. Do you have a way to get there?" the America look-a-like asked, glancing over her shoulder at Belarus.

"Yes," she said simply, pulling her keys that Hungary had stuck in her dress pocket out. She clutched them hard in her hand, staring down at them. Should she really try to drive today? Could she just hull herself up in America's bedroom and wait until he returned without getting chewed out later? Both had no as her answer.

Sighing, Belarus exited the air conditioning of the house for the sticky humidity outside. Somehow, she made it to the building the meeting was being held in in one piece, parking across the street, but that seemed as far as what little luck she had went.

She stood between the fender of her rental and the bumper of the car in front of her, glancing up and down the road. When there was absolutely no traffic coming towards her, she ventured across the street. Out of nowhere, a car came speeding towards her, veering towards her.

"Watch out!" that familiar male voice that never failed to send her fluttering shouted. A solid mass hit her from behind, propelling them both forward. The rolled between two parked car as the car sped past, squealing around a corner. "Jesus, freaking idiot," America muttered, glaring after the car.

"America? Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?" Belarus asked, struggling to hands and knees on the sidewalk. Her breath came in quick, short gasps, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"I was waiting for you. I wanted to ask you something," he huffed, clutching something to his chest.

Belarus cocked her head to the side, watching him curiously. "What did you need to ask me?"

Taking a deep breath, America pulled himself to his feet. He swept her into his arms. "I was wondering if you'd do me the favor of being my Valentine, not only for today, but for many years to come," he said, a little less confidently than usual, holding out a small bouquet of roses, delicate blue flower breaking up the deep red. That small blue flower was her national flower, the flax flower.

An involuntary smile broke across her face as she stared at the flowers, taking them from him gently. She looked to him, her eyes sparkling.

"I'll take that as a yes," America laughed, smiling widely.

"Yes," Belarus murmured, taking his face between her hands, and kissing him deeply.

When they broke apart, America started into the building, still holding her bridal style. They were almost to the meeting room when America paused, smiling sheepishly at her. "By the way, Russia and I rigged most of the things that have happened to you over the past couple days," he confessed.

Belarus narrowed her eyes dangerously at him.

These two were going to make for an interesting couple.

Well, there you go, the last chappy. I hope it ended sufficiently. If my boyfriend (which I don't have and haven't had since my freshmen year of high school) ever did that to me, I'd destroy him. Anyway, this was so much fun to write, just the whole thing all together. It was a lot of fun pushing Belarus out of her comfort zone every chapter. Since it's the last chapter, I think you should all review, yes? *hint, hint* *wink, wink* :P

P.S.- If you want me to write out that lemon from earlier in this chappy, I'll post it on DA. If you want my username and to request the lemon, either review or PM me, kk? :D