Marry me! [Nyo belarus x reader]

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 "Marry me, (name)."Natalia the personification of the country Belarus ask you the nth time of the day, after she run down the door of your house. You pat her head and giggle at how cute she was and how silly her statements was. 

"I would love too but were both woman, Natalia. Also I'm asexual." You say breaking her heart once again.

 "b-but..." she once again down at that point. 

"Would you like some tea?" You tried to change the topic and made sure she won't start crying, for one. 

You don't want a Russian destroying my place for making his sister cry or some whatnot and two, someone might see me bullying Russia sister and think of negative of me.

 You give her a cup of my favourite tea and few macaroons to partner it up. Silent envelope us and it don't make me least comfortable as you watch the younger nation who was thinking deeply about something to the point you think she no longer breathing. 

"t-then... will you marry me if I'm a male?" she then stop daydreaming and look at you ... with a look full of expectation?

 "Maybe? But that can't be possible right? Because the only way you can be a male is asking those crazy trio right? "Meaning the magic trio, the country of Romania, Norway and England.

 "r-right..." her eyes then shine before she hide it and start to fidget her fingers, trying to hide something.

 "Even through those three can do it, your older brother is not friendly with any of those three and there might be side effects." You mumble as you drink your tea. 

"So I suggest you erase that from—eh? Where did she go?" You just realize you were talking to no one because the platinum blond girl has left. 

"Oh dear gods, don't tell me she did what I think she's did?" You can only pray that she can be safe from whatnot she was about to do and you're going to call, Russia...but are You ready to die yet? I mean if you call that psycho here then he became madman if he knows what you made his sister do! 

"Then trying to stop the chaos it is then..." you mumble as you through away your tea cup and hitting a certain spying French man. 

"Ouchy! Mio cloths!" 

"Did I hit something? Most be a puny bird. But no time for that!" I quickly run to my batmovil that I might or might not steal from a certain American hero vehicle collection.