In felicitas et in litis

In opulentia, in paupertas

This is an alternative universe because there's no way these silly countries can be friends.

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"You're the least popular country here, and you want support for your project?" Belarus huffed and leaned herself on his desk while placing the drafts of rebuilding the Assembly that he had made in a few months. Russia grabs the draft "I am aware of my reputation." He places them into a neat pile. "How am I supposed to know what to do?" Russia countered and Belarus had a small grin on her lips.

Despite knowing the reaction the Organization would get if they went forward with the rebuilding, a sign of wanting to forget, he hadn't thought of a way to make it feasible without backlash. But it was what he wanted, and it was going to happen no matter what.

"Have you talked to anyone else about this?" Belarus asked, her heels clicking throughout the room and making her way towards the door. "I wanted your thoughts first," Russia admitted

"Hmm. A publicity stunt?" She mentioned, he could practically feel the smirk in her voice even though her back was facing him.

"Your meaning?" Russia questioned, shaking his head. She continued her walk towards the door, ignoring any of his further complaints. "I'm sure you could think of something, Russia." She said as she exited his office.

Russia resisted the urge to throw the things from his desk onto the floor. Every day he saw the newest stream of dislike directed at him. For his personality, for his approach to multiple situations. Everything he had was constantly under scrutiny. Even as the head of the Organization, he was not completely accepted. He was the one held accountable for every wrongdoing or misstep of the Organization.

After a few hours, a knock on his door. "Who is it?" He called out as he straightened his tie. "Belarus." She replied. "Come in then," Running a hand through his hair, he watched Belarus slip into his office, her face holding a pleasant expression with the fact she had thought of something. "What is it, Belarus?"

She smiled, "I've found a way we could save your Organizations' reputation quickly." She placed the folder she had been holding down on the desk, leaning forward to stare down at him "Freudian slip?" He replied. "The United States of America is the answer," she said, and Russia's face went blank. America had split from the Organization only a couple of months ago, seeking a break from the expectations upon him. He commented on how he didn't want to work for his friends. They hadn't spoken since America had piled his things into boxes and wished him goodbye, ignoring the tears. "Everyone adores him, so if we tie him back to the Organization, or you, it will relieve any concerns over this decision."

"America wouldn't do it." He affirmed and pressed the pads of his fingers together. Belarus raised an eyebrow, "Don't be so sure about that," She smirked as he straightened himself in his chair, making them eye to eye. "You're not the only one fond of transforming the Assembly into a memorial of sorts." As on cue, the door opened and revealed the familiar face of America behind it. The first thing Russia noticed about him; he looked tired. Lines creased beneath his eyes, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his hair looked as though it hadn't been brushed that morning.

"You-" Russia managed to mutter before America interrupted: "I've reviewed your ideas, and they are as brilliant." The sound of his voice forced a hiccup from Russia. Bemusement tinted his eyes, but his lips didn't stray from their firm line. A light dimple appeared on America's right cheek, small enough to kiss. "Belarus came to me with the idea, to entangle us together to rouse approval."