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Nyo!Belarus - Nikolai Arlovskaya

     She expected this much. ___ screamed at the top of her lungs. The person laying beside her was glaring with violet eyes and a nasty temper no doubt. She scooted as far away as possible, as if the person in question - Nikolai Arlovskaya, the personification of Belarus - was going to kill her. There was no doubt in her mind that Nikolai would. Their friendship had been shallow, nonexistent the past few years and even the slightest interest in Anya - Nikolai's big sister - could result in a bruised arm. Yes, the Belorussian, though nice away from thoughts of Anya, was quite abusive when it came to his sister and another.

     The silver-haired boy's gaze hardened, "You're not big sister," he stated, "Damn that America! He told me big sister would be in bed! Such a liar! How dare he!"
     The anger caused ___ to flinch, "Please don't kill me, Nikolai," she squeaked, "I wasn't expecting you in my bed either, and I don't know why Alfred would send you of all people up!"
     He froze, "You...do not like me?" he said, "I thought we were friends, так? Why would I kill you? Big sister would not be happy with me, then."
     She silently thanked Anya for being a close friend, "I-I'm sorry, it's just...you're holding a knife," ___ said quickly, "A-and I never particularly liked knives in bed with me. But...you know, haha...."

     Nikolai rolled his eyes, sitting up in bed. His lanky hair was messed up, sticking in some places and in others, knotted. ___ immediately believed that he had slept well. He ran his pale fingers through his locks before finally looking back at ___. Her own bedhead was set to rival any others'. Although, it wasn't nearly as knotted as Nikolai's. His chilling violet orbs were locked in their usual glare. For once, she wished she would just see the Belorussian smile - and not that creepy one for Anya.

     "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, "Your face is red, you know. I do not be liking it. Too much like tomato."
     ___ jumped slightly, "I-I'm fine, I swear!" she replied, "B-but, I got to go...uhm, tell Anya I said 'hi' and same for Demetri, please. And...and have a nice new year. Bye."
     "Wait!"

     Yet, ___ was all ready running out the bedroom door. After that awkward encounter, she just wanted to get home. Her socked feet pounded on the wooden floors, no doubt causing shouts of hangover pain to echo. ___ narrowly avoided stepping on various other Countries, desperate to get away. Just as she reached the front door, she was knocked to the ground. She harshly fell on her behind, causing several Countries to sit up in alarm at the loud sound. ___ rubbed her behind, muttering slight, 'ow ow ow'. Ivan - Nikolai's big brother - had even stood up to assist her.

     "Nikolai," he warned, "Why would you do that? It's not nice to hurt girl. Especially Anya's friend, da?"
     The Belorussian glared slightly, "I don't have care for that, Ivan," he replied, "Just go away, I need to speak to said girl."

   Nikolai was blocking the front door, violet eyes glaring at his older (and taller) brother. Ivan nodded and walked toward where a sleeping Demetri was. ___ slowly got up from the ground, trying to not let her eyes water (the fall really hurt her bum). Nikolai's normal hard stare as once again fixated on her. Instead of backing down, however, ___ glared right back.

   "What could you want?" she huffed, "I need to get my ass checked now!"
   Nikolai sighed, "Look, адзін," he began, "I be knowing of your feelings for me. Demetri ("that traitor!" she thought) told me. I am very apologetic that I don't return feelings."
     She nodded, "Yes, and I know why too, Nik," she said, "You're obsessed with Anya. You can't do anything without thinking about her. And yet, you don't notice that she really doesn't like you."
     "Just do the shutting up!" he sneered, "Anya loves me too, you know! We'll be married-"
     ___ shook her head now, "No, you're still not understanding. If I spoke Russian, you would. If I was Russian, you would. If my name was Anya, you would. Anya has told me...Demetri has told me...that she's not interested."
     Nikolai's face flushed bitterly, "I'm going now."

     ___ was sitting in a small park, sipping a thermos of hot apple cider. It was cold out, yes, but she didn't want to go home. She had received a call from Yekaterina about how Nikolai had finally come to his senses and was staking out her house. Naturally, ___ refused to go home. After the earlier confrontation between the two, she had decided she didn't even want to be friends with the Belorussian. All Nikolai did was cause her pain - hell, even Natalya wasn't this cruel.

     She took another sip of her thermos, (e/c) eyes glaring into the slowly falling snow flakes. ___ wondered when Nikolai would leave, she wanted to go home now. She had almost forgotten his persistent nature. A pair of hands grabbed her shoulders, causing ___ to jump violently and splosh some cider onto her snow boots and hands. She looked up to find Ivan. The Russian held a smile on his face as he walked around the bench to sit down. ___ greeted him quietly, licking her burning fingers.

     "Nikolai's being strange," Ivan finally stated, "He came home few minutes ago and locked himself in his room. Even told Anya that he didn't want to see her. Strange, da?"
     ___ knew what he was getting at, "Yeah, yeah," she agreed, "But Nik's a strange kid. He'll get over it and chase after your sister in about an hour. I wouldn't worry about it."
     The Russian shook his head, "Nyet," he replied, "Sunflower, I don't think you understand how Nikolai works, yet. He is strange, but he works hard at what he loves. Nikolai is not liking being ignored by you."
     "I don't really care, honestly," ___ took another sip, "After this morning, I'm pretty much done with Nik (and I'm mad at Demetri). The only way I'll go there and talk to him is if- WHOA PUT ME DOWN!"

     Ivan had picked her right up, throwing the smaller girl right over his shoulder. She squealed and pounded away at his back. However, he merely laughed and carried her toward his home. No matter how much she flailed, ___ could not get loose. She just wanted to go home and hide from Nikolai! He knew how she felt and still was cruel to her!

     Even though she was thoroughly against this, ___ stood in front of Nikolai's door. She could hear the Belorussian listening to music, whispering the lyrics to himself. For once, he sounded like a normal teenager, not one that was a total psychopath. Anya stood beside ___, face full of worry. She gently knocked on the white door, receiving a grunt in response. Taking this as an okay to enter, the Russian pushed the door open. Nikolai was lying on his bed, tossing his knife up and down in the air without a passing problem. He didn't even look at the people who entered.

     "___'s here to see you, Nikolai," Anya squeaked, "Please be nice to her, okay? I don't have many friends, so I don't want to lose another!"

     With that said and done, Anya slammed the bedroom door closed. Nikolai caught his knife sharply, violet eyes turning to glare right into ___'s (e/c) ones. Without hesitation, he slammed the blade into the wall and stood up. He marched toward ___, anger radiating off of him. ___ backed up against the door, eyes wide with fright. His intense, angry stare made her wonder how she ever fell for him in the first place.

     Once again, without hesitation, Nikolai forced ___ against the door, his face hovering above hers. He could feel the fear bouncing around in her body, waiting to be released in any sort of squeak she was capable of emitting. However, he wouldn't do anything to harm her - he's decided. Everything he had heard earlier had become deadly true - he had even asked Anya about it (to which she nervously told him the complete truth).

     Deciding to go with it, Nikolai pressed his pale lips against ___'s own ones. He had wanted to test her - see if she really did love him as the others claimed. It just so happened to be true. Within seconds, ___'s fingers had found their way into his hair, pulling him forever closer. He immediately deepened the kiss, licking her bottom lip. She hesitated before finally opening her mouth slightly. A small smile crossed his lips as his hot muscle entered her wet cavern and began exploring. However, air was of an important matter, and they parted. ___ panted, her face a red mess. Nikolai, however, remained exactly as he was.

     "I think I want to wake up next to you more often." he stated, "I be liking your scent, too. Sweeter than Anya's, I'm thinking."

~ Choose Again?

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Nyo!Belarus - Nikolai Arlovskaya

     She expected this much. ___ screamed at the top of her lungs. The person laying beside her was glaring with violet eyes and a nasty temper no doubt. She scooted as far away as possible, as if the person in question - Nikolai Arlovskaya, the personification of Belarus - was going to kill her. There was no doubt in her mind that Nikolai would. Their friendship had been shallow, nonexistent the past few years and even the slightest interest in Anya - Nikolai's big sister - could result in a bruised arm. Yes, the Belorussian, though nice away from thoughts of Anya, was quite abusive when it came to his sister and another.

     The silver-haired boy's gaze hardened, "You're not big sister," he stated, "Damn that America! He told me big sister would be in bed! Such a liar! How dare he!"
     The anger caused ___ to flinch, "Please don't kill me, Nikolai," she squeaked, "I wasn't expecting you in my bed either, and I don't know why Alfred would send you of all people up!"
     He froze, "You...do not like me?" he said, "I thought we were friends, так? Why would I kill you? Big sister would not be happy with me, then."
     She silently thanked Anya for being a close friend, "I-I'm sorry, it's just...you're holding a knife," ___ said quickly, "A-and I never particularly liked knives in bed with me. But...you know, haha...."

     Nikolai rolled his eyes, sitting up in bed. His lanky hair was messed up, sticking in some places and in others, knotted. ___ immediately believed that he had slept well. He ran his pale fingers through his locks before finally looking back at ___. Her own bedhead was set to rival any others'. Although, it wasn't nearly as knotted as Nikolai's. His chilling violet orbs were locked in their usual glare. For once, she wished she would just see the Belorussian smile - and not that creepy one for Anya.

     "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, "Your face is red, you know. I do not be liking it. Too much like tomato."
     ___ jumped slightly, "I-I'm fine, I swear!" she replied, "B-but, I got to go...uhm, tell Anya I said 'hi' and same for Demetri, please. And...and have a nice new year. Bye."
     "Wait!"

     Yet, ___ was all ready running out the bedroom door. After that awkward encounter, she just wanted to get home. Her socked feet pounded on the wooden floors, no doubt causing shouts of hangover pain to echo. ___ narrowly avoided stepping on various other Countries, desperate to get away. Just as she reached the front door, she was knocked to the ground. She harshly fell on her behind, causing several Countries to sit up in alarm at the loud sound. ___ rubbed her behind, muttering slight, 'ow ow ow'. Ivan - Nikolai's big brother - had even stood up to assist her.

     "Nikolai," he warned, "Why would you do that? It's not nice to hurt girl. Especially Anya's friend, da?"
     The Belorussian glared slightly, "I don't have care for that, Ivan," he replied, "Just go away, I need to speak to said girl."

   Nikolai was blocking the front door, violet eyes glaring at his older (and taller) brother. Ivan nodded and walked toward where a sleeping Demetri was. ___ slowly got up from the ground, trying to not let her eyes water (the fall really hurt her bum). Nikolai's normal hard stare as once again fixated on her. Instead of backing down, however, ___ glared right back.

   "What could you want?" she huffed, "I need to get my ass checked now!"
   Nikolai sighed, "Look, адзін," he began, "I be knowing of your feelings for me. Demetri ("that traitor!" she thought) told me. I am very apologetic that I don't return feelings."
     She nodded, "Yes, and I know why too, Nik," she said, "You're obsessed with Anya. You can't do anything without thinking about her. And yet, you don't notice that she really doesn't like you."
     "Just do the shutting up!" he sneered, "Anya loves me too, you know! We'll be married-"
     ___ shook her head now, "No, you're still not understanding. If I spoke Russian, you would. If I was Russian, you would. If my name was Anya, you would. Anya has told me...Demetri has told me...that she's not interested."
     Nikolai's face flushed bitterly, "I'm going now."

     ___ was sitting in a small park, sipping a thermos of hot apple cider. It was cold out, yes, but she didn't want to go home. She had received a call from Yekaterina about how Nikolai had finally come to his senses and was staking out her house. Naturally, ___ refused to go home. After the earlier confrontation between the two, she had decided she didn't even want to be friends with the Belorussian. All Nikolai did was cause her pain - hell, even Natalya wasn't this cruel.

     She took another sip of her thermos, (e/c) eyes glaring into the slowly falling snow flakes. ___ wondered when Nikolai would leave, she wanted to go home now. She had almost forgotten his persistent nature. A pair of hands grabbed her shoulders, causing ___ to jump violently and splosh some cider onto her snow boots and hands. She looked up to find Ivan. The Russian held a smile on his face as he walked around the bench to sit down. ___ greeted him quietly, licking her burning fingers.

     "Nikolai's being strange," Ivan finally stated, "He came home few minutes ago and locked himself in his room. Even told Anya that he didn't want to see her. Strange, da?"
     ___ knew what he was getting at, "Yeah, yeah," she agreed, "But Nik's a strange kid. He'll get over it and chase after your sister in about an hour. I wouldn't worry about it."
     The Russian shook his head, "Nyet," he replied, "Sunflower, I don't think you understand how Nikolai works, yet. He is strange, but he works hard at what he loves. Nikolai is not liking being ignored by you."
     "I don't really care, honestly," ___ took another sip, "After this morning, I'm pretty much done with Nik (and I'm mad at Demetri). The only way I'll go there and talk to him is if- WHOA PUT ME DOWN!"

     Ivan had picked her right up, throwing the smaller girl right over his shoulder. She squealed and pounded away at his back. However, he merely laughed and carried her toward his home. No matter how much she flailed, ___ could not get loose. She just wanted to go home and hide from Nikolai! He knew how she felt and still was cruel to her!

     Even though she was thoroughly against this, ___ stood in front of Nikolai's door. She could hear the Belorussian listening to music, whispering the lyrics to himself. For once, he sounded like a normal teenager, not one that was a total psychopath. Anya stood beside ___, face full of worry. She gently knocked on the white door, receiving a grunt in response. Taking this as an okay to enter, the Russian pushed the door open. Nikolai was lying on his bed, tossing his knife up and down in the air without a passing problem. He didn't even look at the people who entered.

     "___'s here to see you, Nikolai," Anya squeaked, "Please be nice to her, okay? I don't have many friends, so I don't want to lose another!"

     With that said and done, Anya slammed the bedroom door closed. Nikolai caught his knife sharply, violet eyes turning to glare right into ___'s (e/c) ones. Without hesitation, he slammed the blade into the wall and stood up. He marched toward ___, anger radiating off of him. ___ backed up against the door, eyes wide with fright. His intense, angry stare made her wonder how she ever fell for him in the first place.

     Once again, without hesitation, Nikolai forced ___ against the door, his face hovering above hers. He could feel the fear bouncing around in her body, waiting to be released in any sort of squeak she was capable of emitting. However, he wouldn't do anything to harm her - he's decided. Everything he had heard earlier had become deadly true - he had even asked Anya about it (to which she nervously told him the complete truth).

     Deciding to go with it, Nikolai pressed his pale lips against ___'s own ones. He had wanted to test her - see if she really did love him as the others claimed. It just so happened to be true. Within seconds, ___'s fingers had found their way into his hair, pulling him forever closer. He immediately deepened the kiss, licking her bottom lip. She hesitated before finally opening her mouth slightly. A small smile crossed his lips as his hot muscle entered her wet cavern and began exploring. However, air was of an important matter, and they parted. ___ panted, her face a red mess. Nikolai, however, remained exactly as he was.

     "I think I want to wake up next to you more often." he stated, "I be liking your scent, too. Sweeter than Anya's, I'm thinking."

~ Choose Again?