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Love Me, Love Me Not

???: *in the corner of the room* Psssst, Belarus!

Belarus: *turns* Hm? Who said my name?

???: *has a small pink bottle in hand* Slip this in your brother's drink and he's all yours! *throws it at her*

Belarus: *catches and stares at it*

???: *gives a thumbs up* Good luck! *quickly leaves*

Belarus: ... Well then, time to find a way to slip this into his vodka... *sighs* Oh, it was the girl from the other day. I will have to help the girl get together with England now, I see. I'm only doing it if this works.

*arrives with everyone else* Hiya, Belarus! You're early.

Belarus: Hn.

Well, let's see what the question is! *reads and looks at Belarus* Oh.

Everyone: What?

There's no question!! Everyone, back home to the mansion!

Romano: Remind me why we live in a f*(%#&g mansion again?

This is the third or fourth time I've warned you, Romano! No cussing!!!

Romano: Ah f*(%. I-I mean, darn it. 

... I guess I'll let it go. Well, let's go! *starts to leave with everyone else*

Belarus: Wait, big brother, can you please stay here? 

Russia: Hm? Why?

Belarus: I... need to show you something. Do you have any vodka with you?

Russia: *holds up a bottle* No.

Belarus: That's good. I mean, oh, that's bad. 

Russia: *looks at her suspiciously but says nothing*

Belarus: *thrusts out a bottle of vodka colored a little weirdly* I have a bottle here for you.

Russia: Thank you, little sister.

Belarus: ... Yeah. 

Russia: I will save it for later.

Belarus: No, you should drink it right now.

Russia: I'm not thirsty.

Belarus: *holds out knife* Please. Russia, please.

Russia: *gulps* I guess I can... 

Belarus: Good. 

Russia: *drinks one sip but ends up gulping half the bottle*

Belarus: *stares* 

Russia: ... That tasted interesting.

Belarus: Maybe you should finish the rest.

Russia; That sounds like a good idea. *drinks remaining liquid*

Belarus: How do you feel?

Russia: I'm not sure. Little sister, can you smile for me?

Belarus: Anything for you. *grins darkly*

Russia: No, a smile. Like, a genuine smile.

Belarus: *frowns and sighs* I will try my best. *slowly cracks a small smile* 

Russia: Belarus, you're really pretty, but you scare me.

Belarus: Oh. Russia, can we get married?

Russia: I... I'll have to think about it.

Belarus: Is that a yes?

Russia: Perhaps.

Belarus: *lets out a frustrated growl* Well, please let me know as soon as possible.

If you're going to get married, please do it somewhere else, like in a church! Anyways, next question!!

Russia: Wait--