hetalia | [Fanfic] Belarus in Wonderland [2/?] ~ Deanon from the Kink Meme

Title: Belarus In Wonderland: I Was Not Crying, What Kind of a Weakling Does That?: Chapter 2
Author/Artist: Sarepthegreat
Character(s) or Pairing(s): (In this chapter) Belarus, Lithuania, France
Rating: PG, I guess
Warnings: Belarus with a knife, Utter Crack
Summary: De-anon from the Kink Meme. Belarus continues to hunt down the white rabbit.
Chapter 1

Sure enough, she found herself growing taller. She gave a small smile as she found herself back to her normal height, but it turned to a scowl as she realized that she hadn’t stopped. It wasn’t long until she was easily nine feet tall and her head had hit the ceiling.

She leaned over and picked up the key before walking back to the door despairingly. How was she supposed to get through to the rabbit when she was nine feet tall? She could barely even see the door as it was. Belarus began to cry, which she normally wouldn’t have done, but now she would miss seeing her brother and she would have nothing for him when she got back. How was she even supposed to get back? She wouldn’t be able to fit back through the rabbit hole now. Soon, the floor was coated with her tears and it started to fill the room.

Her tears were interrupted when she heard a scampering sound. Belarus froze, knowing full well what kind of animal made that noise. Maybe it wasn’t useless after all. If she caught the rabbit, maybe things would be better. She pulled out her knife and waited at the door for the rabbit to pop out.

“I have to get these gloves to her in time. The Duchess will be so upset if I’m la-” The rabbit’s monologue was interrupted when he saw a giant grinning at him, holding a knife aloft. “P-please! Don’t hurt me!”

She leaned in towards the rabbit. “My brother will just love you, da? A rabbit in clothes isn’t something you see everyday. I suppose you have a name too?”

“It’s L-Lithuania and I am very late, so if you will please excuse me.” He took off as fast as he could, dropping the gloves.

Belarus tried to follow, but she couldn’t run when her head kept hitting the ceiling. She went back and picked up the gloves, not wanting to leave empty handed. If she wasn’t going to see Russia on his walk, she might as well bring him something. Maybe she could read him a poem, too. He liked poetry, right?

“How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

`How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcome little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!”

Belarus grinned to herself. Yes, her brother would quite love that poem. Especially the ending. She fiddled with the gloves and noticed that they had slid onto her hand. But how was that possible? They had been much too small for her. She looked around and noticed that everything had returned to it’s larger height. The door was now the right size but the key was no where in sight.

The only logical thing to do now was to follow the rabbit. However, when she took a step in that direction, she was swept up by the tears she had shed previously. She cursed at herself for that moment of weakness. It was a clear example of how tears were pointless.

As she floated along, she heard the sound of something swimming behind her. She turned, hoping that it was the rabbit but she quickly realized that it was a mouse. Her immediate thought was that if they floated too long, she could kill it and eat it. Then again, mice had a bunch of diseases and maybe this mouse could talk like the rabbit could.

“Bonjour!” The mouse smiled and greeted her as they floated along.

Belarus frowned. Of course, it had to be French. “Ou est le lapin?”

“Quoi? Lapin? I only see you, mon cheri.” It grinned and laughed at her.

She pulled out her knife and the mouse fell silent as they continued floating.

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Original request and fill: at the Kink Meme

[Fanfic] Belarus in Wonderland [2/?] ~ Deanon from the Kink Meme

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