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Back at to with the crack parings (Blearus x canada)

For such a bitter girl, she really loved sweet things.

Belarus closed her eyelids over the glistening violet orbs that were currently glazed over with pure pleasure. She was sitting in her bedroom,  painfully private place for her, watching her favorite soap opera, and indulging in what seemed to be a jumbo-sized vat of maple syrup. Of course, by jumbo-sized one would be very safe to assume that the tub of crystallized sugar was around the size of a wheelbarrow. In fact, it almost appeared that Belarus had simply taken a wheelbarrow and ...filled it with maple syrup! That's just what she had done.

Natalia was stoic as the flickering screen reflected against her pale, unchanging face. Finally, the damned commercial about toothpaste or whatever was over, and her program returned. Her eyes, and only her eyes, lit up as Roberto came back onto the screen, clinging to Mathilda gently. The two locked eyes brilliantly and Belarus felt her foot twitch. As Roberto stared elegantly into the face of his starcrossed lover, his lips parted and he made a confession. Belarus's momentary bliss melted away as she tried to process his words. Her eyes flashed with what seemed to be murderous rage, and in only a second she'd picked up her shining blade and plunged it into the TV screen.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T MARRY HER? YOU LYING, CHEATING, DISGUSTING, FILTHY, HORRIBLE….." She went on with the adjectives, each time plummeting her blade into the screen and sending sparks into the air. The TV set was soon reduced to nothing more than what seemed to be a crooked box filled with wires and dust; there was a similar looking one in the corner of the room, and an identical one in the closet. She was panting, and Natalia felt herself let go of the blade.

Oh well, it was a rerun anyway. She knew how it ended…. Mathilda would run away in tears to seclude herself in the woods. There she would meet Lysander, who would begin talking to her. He would wipe the tears from her face, speak to her softly, and then take her away on Roberto's horse and take her to a secluded riverbed to swim. It was all very unrealistic.

Her internal recap was interrupted was interrupted as a voice rang out in the hallway.

Breakfast time.

Sure, maybe she'd overreacted a bit… but that Roberto just didn't understand the passionate, undying love that Mathilda had for him. How could he just not marry her? Okay, sure, maybe Natalia was a bit moody due to…well…female issues, but she couldn't help that she got this way around the 28th of the month. It wasn't her fault. Natalia's shoes pressed against the plush but ragged carpet of her bedroom and slid over to the door. As she entered the hallway and the sole of her shoe clicked against the wood floor, Belarus's violet eyes stung at the comparatively bright hallway. She paced down the hallway and into the main room of the large Baltic mansion. She was the only one in the house wearing shoes, but that was no matter. Belarus always wore shoes.

She arrived in the dining room to see more faces than usual. Around their extraordinarily long table sat, as usual, Ivan at the far end, Ukraine at the other end, her own empty seat in the middle, then two other guests. Slowing down a bit as she examined this, she saw that America and China were sitting with them for breakfast. Why the hell were they here at such a time in the morning- and why did everyone look so goddamn awkward except Ivan?

"Good morning, Natalia." Ukraine said, rather relieved sounding to have another person in the room. Belarus simply raised an eyebrow slowly, looking between China, America, and Russia. Why were both America and China wearing what seemed to be shirts belonging to Ivan…? She sat down at the table and looked down at her plate; eggs.

She scowled a bit- she didn't much like eggs…. She reached her hand across the table to where the usual condiments were, and grabbed the maple syrup. She shot a glance at China, who seemed horrified as she drenched her eggs in the sugary substance. He seemed as if he was going to protest, but Belarus gave him a look that screamed "say anything and you'll be choking on the stuff.".