Yes, I'm going to write up poetry (Sort of my secret life, ya know?), so your going to see a few Belarus/Russia ones (Since I support that pairing 3nodding ) So, enjoy my poetry!


Russia's final choice

Russia was going on, pipe in hand, with Vodka too.
Then Belarus slowly peaked around the corner, shifty eyes darting.
Russia stopped and paused for a minute, he knew some was behind, but who?

Belarus started running like a cheetah to the prey, then the Russian took off like a rocket.
"Gah!! Belarus!" Russia shouted out, knowing he was screwed.
"Russia! don't run from me!" Belarus yelled, pulling a knife from her pocket.

Russia ran inside his house, hoping he was safe.
Belarus slashed the door, breaking it like it was just a twig.
"Belarus! Please!" Russia yelled, completely unsafe.
Belarus then fell to her knees, starting to tear up.

Russia felt the sadness from his sister, and walked over, and lifted her head gently.
"Brother, you don't hate me?" Belarus said, with a tear rolling down.
"Nyet! I love you, and know what you want.." Russia said, kissing her lips, rather quietly.
Belarus's face went red as ever, gently trying to shrug away the fuzzy feeling around.

Russia couldn't help but smile, and look into those eyes, seeing love, not lust anymore.
"Ivan...I..I'm..." Belarus said, with a face already red.
Russia put his fingers to her lips, quieting her, and said: "You love me, I also love you too, right down to the core."
Both with smiles on their faces, then both kissed again, and Russia felt Belarus's hair on her head.

The End.