She had broken into his house more than once, and, when that direct method didn't work, she tried merely tacitly supporting him, like a good wife would. That was when she began to learn that the opposite of love was not hate, but apathy.
She tried seeking out better relations with the West, in hopes of getting him to notice her, but, as usual, he was more concerned about making Ukraine bend to him again. His eyes (oh, beautiful eyes) were always on the world, but never on his loving little sister
( ... )
She doesn't break into his house this time, waiting instead at his office, sitting demurely in front of his table. When he returns, he has no choice but to see her.
"Belarus," he acknowledges, the ever-present edge of fear in his voice. How could she not have noticed sooner? "What do you want?"
"Brother," she replies, her expression unchanging. "I'm going to marry America."
And this, this brings out a reaction.
"You're going to WHAT! But why? What? How? When?"
Had it been anyone else, would he have reacted so seriously? He was always threatening people, even if it was in his olique manner, coated in smiles. But now, he's worried on her behalf and it's so sweet that she has to fight back a smile.
"I've already made the preparations," she tells him. "All I have to do now is to ask him if he would have me." And then she does smile, softly, sadly, the action making her cheeks hurt from the unfamiliarity of it. "Since you don't want me anymore."
She sees the wheels turning in his head, the fear and panic that crosses his face for
( ... )
He'd insisted on the wedding being conducted in Russia, which suited her just fine. After all, she'd put so much planning into this, there was no way it could go wrong.
In the mirror, her face appeared to glow, though she couldn't guess if it was because of the rouge or because what they said about weddings were true. Then she picked up her cellphone and phoned home.
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The ceremony was a grand affair, though the other nations were conspicuously absent. It merely strengthened her resolve to go through this, to alleviate her brother's loneliness. They stood at the alter, and he smiled, gently, sadly. At her. He was smiling at her. She could barely remember to speak her vow, so he speaks for her.
"With this hand I will lift your sorrows."
She had been planning for months and months, doing things as distasteful as talking civilly to America. And the bomb, of course, the bomb was important.
"Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine."His voice was like a song to her and she could listen to it forever. Except that they
( ... )
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She tried seeking out better relations with the West, in hopes of getting him to notice her, but, as usual, he was more concerned about making Ukraine bend to him again. His eyes (oh, beautiful eyes) were always on the world, but never on his loving little sister ( ... )
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"Belarus," he acknowledges, the ever-present edge of fear in his voice. How could she not have noticed sooner? "What do you want?"
"Brother," she replies, her expression unchanging. "I'm going to marry America."
And this, this brings out a reaction.
"You're going to WHAT! But why? What? How? When?"
Had it been anyone else, would he have reacted so seriously? He was always threatening people, even if it was in his olique manner, coated in smiles. But now, he's worried on her behalf and it's so sweet that she has to fight back a smile.
"I've already made the preparations," she tells him. "All I have to do now is to ask him if he would have me." And then she does smile, softly, sadly, the action making her cheeks hurt from the unfamiliarity of it. "Since you don't want me anymore."
She sees the wheels turning in his head, the fear and panic that crosses his face for ( ... )
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In the mirror, her face appeared to glow, though she couldn't guess if it was because of the rouge or because what they said about weddings were true. Then she picked up her cellphone and phoned home.
---
The ceremony was a grand affair, though the other nations were conspicuously absent. It merely strengthened her resolve to go through this, to alleviate her brother's loneliness. They stood at the alter, and he smiled, gently, sadly. At her. He was smiling at her. She could barely remember to speak her vow, so he speaks for her.
"With this hand I will lift your sorrows."
She had been planning for months and months, doing things as distasteful as talking civilly to America. And the bomb, of course, the bomb was important.
"Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine."His voice was like a song to her and she could listen to it forever. Except that they ( ... )
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