Author Notes- This chapter is much more slow paced than the others. Not a lot of it is particularly important to the plot, a lot of this is fanservice to myself. I made sure not to have anything beyond fluff but in my opinion 1p Belarus x 2p Belarus is adorable. (Sadly no else sees it.)
-Chapter 10-
Belarus turned the corner violently making Doll squeak, which though she would never admit it she found it absolutely adorable. Doll looked at her wearily "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Belarus nodded her head, not looking away from the fog. "Of course I know where I'm going. This is my country!" Belarus growled, Doll simply smiled in reply making Belarus blush. "So what's your sister like?" Doll asked as she turned her head to the window next to her, "Well...She's...Different..." Belarus started. "She's a crybaby, she loud, oblivious to things around her, a clutz and a idiot. I sometimes yell at her for getting too close to our brother, but even so she would still be nice to me. Even when she saw how scary I act she still tried to care for me the best I she could." Belarus paused for a moment thinking of how many of her sisters tears could have been prevented if she would be as caring as her sister was.
"She's a hard worker, though as many hours she works she always seems to be in debt. She would sometimes come home covered in dirt. She's innocent and kind and pretty and-and she's the only sister I have." Belarus spurted as her grip on the steering wheel tightened. She felt like her emotions and regrets were strangling her. "I like your sister..." Doll's voice was just above a whisper, she looked out the window which was nothing but white from the fog. Belarus glanced at Doll sympathetically, "Do you like your sister?" she asked cautiously.
"Our relationship...is a strange one." Doll closed her bright orange eyes that clashed with her outfit. "You see my sister is someone that many don't like. She's high class, everything must be perfect for her. And she loves money, but getting dirty was not an option. She would make her money as a expensive prostitute. I remember when we all lived under the same roof she would tell me to steal all the credit cards and cash out of her customer's wallet while she...kept them busy. Of course I was always to scared that I might be caught and back out nearly every time. She would get angry when she found out that I had failed her once again and she would smack me. I remember having to lie to my brother about the big red mark on my face later that night." She sounds awful. Belarus thought as squinted her eyes in attempt to see any traffic lights.
"However... I also remember how elegant she is. Especially whenever she had a customer, she walks like a lady. Her back arched, with perfect balance. She could be drinking wine and never spill a drop. She's like a swan. And she's also incredibly strong. While I was a crybaby about the wars and what was going on she took it in stride." Doll paused as she opened her eyes "Now do I like her?" she paused unsure what to say to directly answer that question "I admire her. But where does admiring someone turn into liking someone, and where does liking someone turn into loving someone?" she asked more to the fog than to Belarus.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Belarus unsure if she was supposed to answer such a complicated question. "I don't know. I don't know if you like your sister. And I don't know if your sister likes you." Belarus's pale compilation contrasted by her cheeks that had turned a bright red as she continued, "But I like you. I don't know if that matters to you, but I like you just the way you are. I don't think you're a crybaby, I think you are stronger than her. You took her abuse and defended her, that takes far more strength than not showing people your reaction does. You weren't scared to steal, you knew what was right and what was wrong. You didn't disappoint her, you saved her from committing any further crime. As I said I don't know if she likes you. I don't know if she realizes what she has but I know that I like you. I know that you just showed up in my life and are already a dear..." Belarus shook her head bashfully as she ended her sentence "...f-friend.."
