Two Can Keep A Secret

Chapter 27: A Sisters Anger

In a building many miles away, a pale lady grips her phone with a frighteningly tight hold, eventually cracking the screen. The broken pieces fall to the floor, clattering in the silence.

She grits her teeth as she seethes, rage boiling off of her in waves. Her screams of pure, unfiltered anger is heard all across Europe.

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Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Toc-

The sound of the clock is cut off as a knife is thrown into its core, falling to the floor in pieces.

The room lapses into silence.

After what seems like an eternity, footsteps start to pace through the room. The quiet taps of heels on wood echoes.

Belarus's fists are clenched, nails digging into the palm of her hand. She stops her pacing to look over at a board, with pins and pictures with red string all directed to one person.

America.

Belarus snarls furiously, chucking another dagger at the picture and nailing him right between his eyes on that disgustingly happy face.

Stalking up to the picture, she rips it off of the board, tearing it down the middle.

The torn pieces float gently to the floor.

Belarus watches it fall with a distant taste of disgust, turning around quick enough her hair whips back into her face.

'America DARES?'

She slams her hands into a desk, swiping her hands across it and scattering paper everywhere.

'Big brothers love is mine. MINE! He will NOT take him from me again.'

Glancing over to the picture of them on the wall, Belarus and Ukraine on either side of Russia, Belarus has only one thought as she starts to plan.

'Not if I have anything to say about it.'

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Ukraine sighed gently, sitting on the couch with a huff. She eyed the swirling snow outside with distaste, switching on the TV if only for background noise.

She had quite the amount of things to think about, after all.

'So, brother Russia is dating America.'

Ukraine pondered with a hand on her chin. In all honesty, it hadn't come as a surprise to her. She'd seen the looks they'd sent eachother when they first met.

'Im surprised it took them this long. I thought the constant fighting was just foreplay, if a bit violent. They look like they'd be into it.'

She thought, with no embarrassment evident. Ukraine smiled, fixing her headband idlely.

'Oh well, I'm glad they finally found each other again.'

Ukraine hummed, the smile slowly turning into a frown.

'That does not compensate for the fact he has not messaged or told me.'

With a scowl unusual to her pretty face, she grumbles under her breath,

"He's going to get a talking to once he returns home."

She pauses. Then grimaces.

'I forgot about what Belarus might do.'

'...'

'Correction, what she will do.'

Ukraine places her hands in her lap, fiddling with the fabric of her skirt in thought. She shrugs, but determination lights a fire in her eyes.

'I refuse to let her ruin this one good thing for him.'

She nods, a smile gracing her features once again. She stands, and starts to walk down the hall. Ukraine pauses, then winces as she hears destruction reign in one of the vacant offices.

Ukraine backs away slowly.

'I shall try to prevent her from doing something... later, when she's calmed down.'

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Heyooo. Sorry, it's really short, writers block is hitting me like a truck. My duolingos also getting on my ass, and I have to head to bed soon. I hope you all enjoyed, and I'll have a longer one ready next time to make up for it. Hope you enjoyed, Goeiemorê, middag, aand of nag.