Cold Seduction (4/?)
anonymous
May 8 2010, 05:50:45 UTC
As the morning sun shined through the window of Belarus’s room, she moaned groggily, picking her head up but shutting her eyes until she could get used to the light. She felt normal until she recollected what had happened yesterday and felt sour all over again. Russia had rejected her, yet again, but this time it upset her even more because America said that Russia avoided her, and right now he seemed about right. She was so frustrated that she bit into her pillow and kicked around for a bit. As she attacked the soft cushion, however, she noticed a folded card sitting on her bedside table.
She was certain that the note wasn’t there when she went to sleep, so someone must’ve left it there overnight. She opened up the nice white card with a rose on it and read inside:
Dear Natalia,, Hey, I guess we got off on the wrong foot yesterday. I’m sorry for being so aggressive; I guess I made you uncomfortable. Also, I’m sorry if I offended you and your family. You’ve seen how rough it’s getting between me and Ivan. I didn’t mean it when I said he was avoiding you; I can see he cares about you very much. I won’t take back what I said though about me liking you, because that’s for real. You’re really pretty and you seem fun to be around. If it’s okay with you, I want to get to know you a little more. That’s why I’m inviting you to my house. Not like a date, but just to hang out, y’know? So how about it, truce? Call me if you’re interested.
Love, Alfred (The United States of America)
P.S Bring a swim suit.
She growled and huffed at the letter and threw it aside. Leaping off of the bed, she hunted through her drawers for her matchbox. Striking the rough tip against the heel of her shoe, she picked America’s letter back up and let it hover over the burning flame. What a fool. What was he trying to pull? She would always be loyal to her brother…always…but it would be nice if Russia noticed that more. What if…for once…she wasn’t there pestering him all day? What if she left? He’d miss her, of course, right? She was almost certain that he’d freak out if she went out for the day…almost. There was only one way to find out for sure.
Contemplating the idea in her head, she blew out the match and put out the little fire that had crawled up the paper. She sighed as she reread the letter. This was crazy. Spend the day with Alfred? She’d never do something like that; he was so…
When she thought about it entirely, she didn’t see much of a reason to hate America. Other than the whole Communist/Democratic issue that hovered over everybody these days, he seemed like a decent boy. A little loud and overconfident but…she did admit he was sort of cute. Also, he said he liked her and wanted to spend time with her, and…she didn’t hear something like that very often. Oh sure, Lithuania asked her out once, but that wimp didn’t really impress her. America was… different. She was actually shocked when he confronted her so boldly yesterday. She didn’t know how to react at first, but now she found it intriguing. Normally, she’d be scaring off every guy she met, but here was a guy who had the guts to corner her and ask her out. It made her angry, but also kind of curious.
“Ugh…I cannot believe I am doing this…” She groaned as she picked up her telephone receiver and mashed down on the buttons. Everyone in the Soviet Union was required to know America’s phone number, for emergency purposes.
“Hello, land of the free and home of the brave, Alfred speaking.”
“Hello, Alfred.”
“Nata- I mean, B-Belarus?! Oh…to what do I owe this great pleasure?” America tried to keep cool over the phone, even if he was genuinely shocked and geeky at the moment.
“I’ll do it.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll come over to your house today.”
“Oh! G-Great! I’d really like that. Do you…want to drop by at noon? Actually, I can pick you up, if you want.”
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter to me. I’m only doing this to make brother miss me, anyway.”
“Oh…okay, then. That’s fine. Whatever you say…”
“Pick me up at 11:30; that’s when I’m the only one home.”
She was certain that the note wasn’t there when she went to sleep, so someone must’ve left it there overnight. She opened up the nice white card with a rose on it and read inside:
Dear Natalia,,
Hey, I guess we got off on the wrong foot yesterday. I’m sorry for being so aggressive; I guess I made you uncomfortable. Also, I’m sorry if I offended you and your family. You’ve seen how rough it’s getting between me and Ivan. I didn’t mean it when I said he was avoiding you; I can see he cares about you very much. I won’t take back what I said though about me liking you, because that’s for real. You’re really pretty and you seem fun to be around. If it’s okay with you, I want to get to know you a little more. That’s why I’m inviting you to my house. Not like a date, but just to hang out, y’know? So how about it, truce? Call me if you’re interested.
Love,
Alfred (The United States of America)
P.S
Bring a swim suit.
She growled and huffed at the letter and threw it aside. Leaping off of the bed, she hunted through her drawers for her matchbox. Striking the rough tip against the heel of her shoe, she picked America’s letter back up and let it hover over the burning flame. What a fool. What was he trying to pull? She would always be loyal to her brother…always…but it would be nice if Russia noticed that more. What if…for once…she wasn’t there pestering him all day? What if she left? He’d miss her, of course, right? She was almost certain that he’d freak out if she went out for the day…almost. There was only one way to find out for sure.
Contemplating the idea in her head, she blew out the match and put out the little fire that had crawled up the paper. She sighed as she reread the letter. This was crazy. Spend the day with Alfred? She’d never do something like that; he was so…
When she thought about it entirely, she didn’t see much of a reason to hate America. Other than the whole Communist/Democratic issue that hovered over everybody these days, he seemed like a decent boy. A little loud and overconfident but…she did admit he was sort of cute. Also, he said he liked her and wanted to spend time with her, and…she didn’t hear something like that very often. Oh sure, Lithuania asked her out once, but that wimp didn’t really impress her. America was… different. She was actually shocked when he confronted her so boldly yesterday. She didn’t know how to react at first, but now she found it intriguing. Normally, she’d be scaring off every guy she met, but here was a guy who had the guts to corner her and ask her out. It made her angry, but also kind of curious.
“Ugh…I cannot believe I am doing this…” She groaned as she picked up her telephone receiver and mashed down on the buttons. Everyone in the Soviet Union was required to know America’s phone number, for emergency purposes.
“Hello, land of the free and home of the brave, Alfred speaking.”
“Hello, Alfred.”
“Nata- I mean, B-Belarus?! Oh…to what do I owe this great pleasure?” America tried to keep cool over the phone, even if he was genuinely shocked and geeky at the moment.
“I’ll do it.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll come over to your house today.”
“Oh! G-Great! I’d really like that. Do you…want to drop by at noon? Actually, I can pick you up, if you want.”
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter to me. I’m only doing this to make brother miss me, anyway.”
“Oh…okay, then. That’s fine. Whatever you say…”
“Pick me up at 11:30; that’s when I’m the only one home.”
“Ah, don’t want your friends to catch you, huh?”
“Just shut up and do it.”
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