In this exciting chapter, we head over to Europe to see what Belarus is doing.

But seriously, skipping around the world will be a common theme, so uh, yeah.

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya

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1,000 Years

Chapter 3

'Boots, scarf, coat, hat...' Belarus went through her checklist. Her eyes darted over to the table. "Bag." She said aloud, grabbing the old, worn-out backpack. Quietly walking over to the door so as to not wake anyone, Belarus grabbed the door handle.

"Natalia?"

The Slavic country turned around, tensing up when she saw Russia, her older brother. He walked closer to her. "Natalia, where are you going?" He asked softly. His eyes were full of confusion and pain.

Belarus ignored his question and instead ran right up to him, taking his hand and leading Russia upstairs. "Ivan, what are you doing out of bed? You know that you need your rest!" Belarus felt her hand be pulled back a little. She sighed and bit her lip. Turning around she looked at Russia.

Russia was not in what you would call 'good shape'. He was partially blind, his throat was always sore, and he limped. The limping wasn't that noticeable, but it was certainly still there. Russia's already pale skin was nearly as white as snow.

It pained Belarus to see him like this. She remembered when Russia was an empire, when he was a superpower. No one ever got in his way or bothered him then. Well, no one except for a certain blond nation with glasses and a cowlick. She blushed slightly, remembering him. Belarus would never know if he survived. She had heard he died, but she had also heard reports of him still being alive.

"Natalia, face it: all the rest in the world will not help me." Ivan said.

Belarus frowned. "Not if I have anything to do with it." She looked down. "I'll find something, I promise. I won't let you d-di-" Natalia couldn't even say it.

Ivan thought for a moment. "If I go back to bed, will you stay here?"

"Yes." Belarus promised. Russia smiled and picked her up. "Ivan!"

He laughed, "Da?"

Belarus huffed and rested her head on his shoulder. 'Funny,' she thought, 'a few centuries ago this would have made me the happiest girl in the world.'

They passed Ukraine's old room, from which you could hear the sounds of the night. Her room was left just how it was when Katyusha left, with the windows wide open and a goodbye letter on the desk.

Russia placed his sister down on the floor when he got to his own room. Belarus's room was right next door. They hugged and said goodnight and then went to their own rooms.

Walking over her bed, Belarus sighed. She laid down and stared up at the ceiling. Small plastic stars that glowed covered it. Yes, that was a rather childish thing to have, but, it reminded her of him.

For a while before the war Belarus had begun to experience strange things whenever she was around America. Her heart raced, she felt hot and sweaty (even though she wasn't), and her mind went blank.

Scared of this, Belarus went to Ukraine about it, who told her she was in love. This kind of confused her. For many years she had thought she was in love with Russia, but she had never felt that way. It was a strange, new feeling that both scared and thrilled Belarus.

The thing that really excited her though was that he loved her back. America would flirt with her a lot, even before Belarus started to feel the same way for him. Albeit he was horrible at flirting, but still. The meaning was there.

Unfortunately, the war started and everyone had to pick sides. Belarus's boss wanted to side with Russia, who most definitely wasn't on America's side.

The last time Belarus actually talked to America was right before she was bombed. The last words he had said to her replayed through her mind over and over again. Belarus still remembered them. She could recite every single word.

~***_Flashback_***~

Silence.

Neither of the two nations in the room said a word to each other. It wasn't that they didn't want to talk or that they hated each other. It was just...

What do you say to the person that is supposed to be your enemy?

America took a deep breath. "Natalia?"

The European nation looked at him, eyes fully focused on America. "Yes?"

"I, uh... I've missed you." This made both of them blush like crazy.

"I've missed you too." Belarus said shyly, putting her head down. God, why was it so hard to talk to someone that she had known for so long?

There was another moment of silence.

America wrapped his arms around Belarus. She hugged him back. Looking up at him, Belarus saw that he was crying. "Why are you crying?" she asked, wiping his tears.

"I love you." America told her. "And I'm sorry."

"I love you too, but," Belarus took his arms off of her, looking straight up into his blue eyes that were once filled with joy, but now were worn out. "What do you mean by 'I'm Sorry'?"

He opened his mouth to answer when Belarus fell down to the ground. She fell sick to her stomach. It got very hot and Belarus felt blood coming out of a gash that just appeared on her chest. She screamed. She had never felt such pain before. Natalia felt as if she was being burned alive. It was so hot she felt like she was being burned alive.

"Natalia!" America screamed. He sat down next to her. The next few things he said and did Belarus didn't hear or see. She closed her eyes, wishing that this nightmarish pain would just stop already. "Please live," Belarus heard America whisper. She felt tears fall onto her. "Please live. I swear I'll come and find you after this is over."

That was the last thing Natalia heard before she blacked out.

~***_Flashback End_***~

After that, Russia had taken her home. He and Ukraine cared for her as she very slowly got better over many years. Belarus had been bombed by Britain, America, and Canada. The war never stopped, not until there were barely any people left.

Belarus sighed. She got off the bed and walked over to the wall. She placed her ear to it. Ivan was fast asleep. He snored peacefully.

Giggling a little, Belarus opened her window. She knew she had promised Russia she'd stay, but she needed to find some more medicine for him.

Belarus slowly climbed down the old mansion, using vines as a ladder. When she heard the snow on the ground crunch underneath her boots she began walking out to into the cold, dark woods.