One day, Russia will be mine. It will be written.

[Belarus]

"BROTHEEEEEEER~~!!" Belarus called out at the top of her lungs. Today, like every other day, she would go to Russia's house and confess her feelings--with the 90% fact of getting rejected but that never stopped her before!

The young woman happily walked up to the door with a gentle smile, that within seconds, turned into the face of a blood thirsty monster. With her hands balled into fists, she banged, scratched, and kicked the defenseless door as much as she could, but not TOO hard since Russia had gotten angry the last time she broke the door, and she didn't want him angry, that wasn't what you did to someone you loved dearly.

After a few minutes of beating the crap outta the door, Belarus finally stopped her rampage and rested her hands to her side, with a blank look on her face. "Brother?" She questioned to no one in particular, because it had seemed to be obvious that Russia was not here at the moment.

Usually after 5 minutes or so of threatening and violence, the terrified young man would succumb to her demands and let his 'precious' little sister before she'd break the house down--which was the only warmth he could sit and enjoy in. (as he ALWAYS has his heaters on)

Disappointed, she let out a heavy sigh, quietly sliding her body down to the floor and bringing her knee's up to her chest, resting her arms on top. "Brother, come back soon~"

[yukiyoshihama]

Japan walked closer to Russia's house in the blanket of snowy death. The wind snapped at him, but Japan still went forward. Was he angry? No. Perhaps he should go back and forgive Russia, but he got tired of Russia's curses all together. He needed to teach Russia a lesson that someone will try to get their revenage if he doesn't stop. For all you know, Russia could start WWIII, a bitter thought that was.

Kiku held his scarf tight against the roaring wind, telling him to go back. However, the Japanese won't stop until their goal has been reached, they would even give up their lifes to achieve that goal. It became harder to walk forward, harder to breath, and yet against all of that he saw a blur. Japan squinted his eyes, trying to see what it was. Was this an illusion? Or was this actually a place to stay at? It became clear that it was indeed a place to stay.

It could be possible this was Russia's place, but it was hard to tell since the wind blew his map away. Japan kept going, maybe someone would be there other than Russia to have him there, or maybe Russia had this all planned out that Japan would visit. He had to think of a different way.

Maybe he could make ammends with Russia, but under what circumstances? There were 3 choices Japan could make:
1. Knock on the door and see if he could stay for a bit.
2. Break into the house and hide thinking it's Russia's place.
3. Head back home.

But Japan thought a bit more as he head to the residence. He thought he saw a name on the gate. Ivan Braginski Japan read to himself. This was indeed Russia's place. Unfortunately, Japan felt dizzy, the cold mocked his weakness. He tried to walk further, almost making it to the door, and collasped right infront of it.

[Belarus]

Winter came unusually hard that year. Snow piled every vertical surface in deep, damp drifts. Icicles decorated with glassy, dripping spikes. Another gust of harsh wind blew in the direction of her. But she did not care, not only was she used to such weather, her abnormal determination and obsession love constrained her to stay.

In the midst of her thoughts, the sounds of heavy footsteps could be heard. The reckless walking was obvious that this person was not used to 70 cm of snow--it was not brother, that's for sure.

She had hid her face in her arms, unable to see who this person was and little did she care who they were. All she wanted wanted was Russia to hurry up and come home so she could give him a big hug and--SLUMP. Belarus looked up to see a collapsed man right in front of her. Judging by his jet black hair and strange clothes, it was obvious enough that this man was the one known as Japan.

The girl stared at the insipid body, snow carelessly falling atop of him. He's not dead...yet, should she help him? He's an enemy isn't he? Ah, but if someone sees him like this, it could lead to a troublesome misunderstanding.

"Tch, how annoying" she muttered sourly, her cold expression never ceased as she used her arms to lift up her petite body. She walked up to the man, waiting a bit before she weakly kicked him a bit in his ribs. "Hey, get up" she said, kicking him a bit more.

[yukiyoshihama]

As much as Japan wanted to get up, it didn't seem like reality at all, more so as a dream. He can still feel the soft flakes melt on his skin with their bitter cold touch. It was hard to believe that he had actually passed out, so close to his goal, yet never achieved it at all.

Then, he felt someone kicking him. The kick was soft, nothing to worry about, but he wasn't sure if that was actually reality calling him to get up. He wanted to open his eyes, but the weight of his eye lids would not cease to keep it closed. Slowly, the snow started to cover him, not a thick layer, but a very thin one.

His mind panicked but, what was he suppose to do? He couldn't move a muscle even if he wanted to. It was utterly impossible. Was it possible that he was never suppose to make it here in the first place? Was God giving him a sign? Kiku was tired of thinking and slowly began to drift off in the dream world where he tried to get away from, for it can become a snowy death for this country.

[Belarus]

Obviously this man did not want to wake up as it had come to Belarus' attention.

What was she to do? She couldn't leave a dead man right outside Russia's house, Russia would be the prime suspect! Then, should she drag him into a forest and leave him there? No, no, that would also be very problematic. Perhaps she should take him back home...ahhhh, but she had come all the way here to see her precious brother!!

"Ayy..." Belarus moaned in defeat, rubbing her head. No choice.
She walked over to the door, stopping in front of a large vase with what had seemed to have been a sunflower--the poor thing must have frozen to death due to this wretched weather. The blond then grabbed ahold of the vase and with as much strength as she could, moved the damn thing to the side enough to reveal a small key. Yes, he put his spare key under a flower because nothing looks less conspicuous than a key under a mat.

Belarus grabbed the tiny key and put the key into the keyhole, opening the door. The hot, odorous air hit her face, and she felt intense heat on her body. Something Belarus despised was too much heat. It was disgusting. Too much heat made you all sweaty and sticky--but, Russia liked it so she couldn't complain.

By the by, it was her responsibility to take care of the tiny dead man, so with great strength, the adamant young lady picked up the lifeless body and carried him into the house. A delicately made girl such as Belarus shouldn't be able to drag a full grown man, but you'd be very surprised by her impervious stability--honestly it is very abnormal.

[yukiyoshihama]

It seemed like minutes have passed, but you could never be sure when you're knocked out. Oddly, heaven was warmer than Japan would've expected it to be. His eyes opened just to see a blur of colors. He blinked a couple of more times. Heaven sure looked like Russia's house. Then he blinked again.

Am I in heaven? Japan wondered. He sat up, wondering how he got there in the first place. He definitely knew this wasn't heaven. Hell perhaps? Questions, questions, questions, that's all that filled Honda's mind. Had someone taken him inside. If so, then who? If who, then why?

He looked around seeing if anyone was there at all. He panicked, not knowing what to do. He came here for revenage, but he doesn't want revenage at all. Then, why come here at all? Japan pondered this thought, unsure of why he came in the first place. He wondered if anyone was here at all.

Japan decided to look around, but when he got up, his legs were still numb, making him fall flat on his face.

[Belarus]

"Is this guy an idiot.." Belarus thought with a strained look on her face. She had been sitting right beside him the entire time, watching the boy panic and carelessly fall flat on the floor. Nonetheless, she was not amused ( Miku is not amused! *lol* )

"Hey, get up." she said stiffly, her eyes aflame with annoyance. She looked pissed, but it wasn't Japan's fault, 99% of it was this damn HEAT! Why is it so hot!? WHY IS IT SO DAMN HOT!? Then again, she could be over-reacting, it probably wasn't that hot, but living in a country with nothing but harsh winters, the woman was not used to such a large weight of humidity.

Ah, but the reason she had to go in here was because of that guy (Japan) right? I mean, if Russia were here, she'd be too conceived to notice the temperature. So then..this is Japan's fault? Because if he wasn't playing dead outside, she'd have no reason to invade Russia's house and have to wait in this friggin' heat, right? Now that you mention it...why was he here anyway? What did he want with her precious Russia? Russia was hers. Only hers. No one else's.

With these thoughts, Belarus eventually decided that this man irritates her. He must be annihilated.

[yukiyoshihama]

Japan heard a woman's voice telling him to get up. His legs were still numb from the outside air, but he managed to force himself up. He was only about a couple inches taller than her, which made Japan feel short once more.

"I am sorry for intruding," Japan bowed, hoping his legs won't give out. He went back into his standing position, a bit nervous. Sweat rolled down on the side of his face, but it wasn't the nervousness. The outfit he was wearing was meant for the bitter cold that would devour him alive with its icy breath. But, in the house seemed more like being next to a fire breathing dragon, pushing his smokey breath all over him, heat wise anyway.

It seemed to be awkward for a moment or two, but he didn't know what to say. A young woman helped him out? It seemed like it, since she was the only one to be present at this place.

"Thank you for letting me be here," he stuttered a bit, still nervous and panicking about what to say. What should he say? He never met her before, or not that he could remember.

[Belarus]

"Well he's polite, I'll give him that" She thought to herself, her eyes keenly studying the man in front of her.

She got up from her chair and placed her hands on her hips, cocking her head to the side. Belarus was generally a quiet person and felt as though she had nothing to reply to Japan's thanks. She could've corrected him, stating that she merely helped him to avoid any misunderstanding of a dead man lying in front of her and technically she had invaded someone's house...but she didn't. Instead, she just stared at the man, cold blue eyes that could turn almost anything into ice piercing into his.

She wasn't thinking anything. She wasn't planning anything. She wasn't going to do anything or say anything. She just stared at him. Don't think he's all that special, Belarus did this to everybody--more so the people she just met or disliked. Her icy cold stares creeped out everybody, which was the reason she was labeled as scary...which she is, no doubt.

[yukiyoshihama]

The woman's stare gave Japan the chills, but he kept his place. He didn't know why she was staring him like that, but it was giving him the creeps. Japan's not the type of guy to be easily scared, or at least he thinks he's not easily scared.

She kept staring at him. That's it. No conversation started and the awkwardness seemed to spread. He gulped down his salavia as the heat pounded on his skin. He didn't know how to break the tention. What was Japan to do?