[Fanfic] "Say you love me"

[kaiju-z.livejournal.com]

Title: "Say you love me"
Author/Artist: kaiju_z
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Bulgaria x Belarus, Russia, mention of Lithuania, suggested Russia x Bulgaria
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unlady like cussing. Is "Unlady" a word?! Oh well, I'm making it one >8T Also some angst.
Summary: It's raining. Russia's drunk and cold, Bulgaria's Bulgaria and Belarus... is jealous and angsty.

 

“Rain, rain, go away…” a half drunken sounding man muttered, seated near the window of the hall in his mansion. There was, as one would guess from his words, rain pouring down. It bored the lavender eyed man to no end. Sure, it was not like snow, but it didn’t change the fact that it was uncomfortable.

A sigh came from behind him. “This isn’t like that curse you put on Japan years ago, Ivan.”

 

Ivan Braginski turned to look over his shoulder at the one, who spoke. A man with brownish hair, dressed in a black shirt and dark gray pants stood there, arms folded. It was Bulgaria. “You know that, right, drugariu?”

 

Russia closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, acknowledging his friend’s answer, even though it did annoy him. It was strange how he could understand him, even though he was half awake, due to the amount of vodka he had consumed this entire day.

 

“Mmyes, but still, it was worth a try.” Ivan replied and then mumbled something in Russian. Judging by Bulgaria’s expression when he heard it, he  must have said some sort of cussword directed to something or someone.

 

Bulgaria unfolded his arms and turned to leave the room, but was stopped from Ivan’s voice.

 

“So when will you be going home, Bulgaria?” Russia asked. If anyone else had asked him this, Bulgaria would figure they were just being plain rude and didn’t want him here, but with Russia it was different. He knew him long enough to know that he was curious of when he would go, nothing bad thought of that.

 

Bulgaria turned semi-around and canted his head to the side. “I was thinking of doing so this evening, but this damn rain messed up my plans. I even missed my prime minister’s little back and forth with the opposition, damn it.” He looked to the ceiling for a bit. “If the rain doesn’t stop soon, I guess I’ll be leaving tomorrow afternoon or something.”

 

Russia nodded lightly. “Understood. You may use the guest room as usual~” Ivan replied and pulled the bottle from the ground, drinking the cold substance within. “It’s getting cold.” He said after a long sip.

 

Bulgaria, who was at the door now, stopped and nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

 

Russia bit his lower lip. “I hate the cold, Bulgaria.”

 

Bulgaria nodded and reached for the door’s handle. “I know, Ivan.” he said, his voice soft, almond eyes shimmering for a short while.

 

With that said, Bulgaria took hold of the handle and opened the door. He was about to exit, however he stopped with one foot out from the room, when he saw the girl on the other side. A pair of dark blue eyes were staring holes into his chest, eyes belonging to Belarus. The platinum blond haired girl was standing there, one hand reaching the handle, apparently wanting to have opened the door herself, and the other one – holding a big blanket.

 

“Belarus.” Bulgaria said almost in a whisper.

 

“Move aside.” She muttered.

 

Bulgaria raised a brow. “That magic word. Say it and then I will.”

 

Belarus pouted and just grabbed him by the shirt, pushing him aside angrily.

 

“Uff!” Bulgaria groaned as he hit the side of the door. “Speaking of cold…” the man said lightly and shook his head. He saw her heading for her brother and observed for a short while.

 

Belarus indeed walked to Russia, like a love sick puppy she went beside him and watched him. “I brought you a warm blanked. It’s getting cold and I… know how you hate the coldness.”

 

Russia nodded slowly, acknowledging his sister’s actions. She put the blanked on him, making sure not to spill his drink. When she was done, Russia looked at her half-drunkenly. “Belarus, where’s Ukraine?”

 

“She went home a few days ago, big brother.” was the girl’s reply.

 

“Ah, da. Da, I remember now.” He mumbled. He then turned to the door, where Bulgaria once was. Now he was gone. He had let sometime between her putting the blanket on and Russia asking. “… And Bulgaria, where is…”

 

“Oh, brother, he left. Went somewhere. Who cares about him, anyways, I’m here to assist you with-“

 

Russia tried to sit up straight. “I care. He’s my friend. I’ve helped him and he’s h-helped me back.” The Russian said, slouching back into the seat. He felt slightly ill. Bad idea to make such sudden moves. “Ugh. He’s a fellow Slav and a honored guest in my household.”

 

Belarus’s eyes took on a shape which seemed to cross rage and jealousy.

 

----

 

Bulgaria was heading for the guest room. His thoughts were all over the place today. From the fires from days ago, to the news and that damn rain that was occurring today. Everything was so troublesome. So loud. He remembered the good old days when things weren’t so complex. There would be a problem? He would just swing his sword and cut down the problem.

 

He remembered how Byzantine and Greece’s mother would call him a barbarian, because he was so uneducated and “closeminded”, due to his belief in gods like Perun and Tangra. Hypocrites. Damn hypocrites they were, concidering that not too long ago they themselves were considered close minded for believing in Zeus and Hera and all those other “gods” that were more like a long “Sopranos” episode.

 

But he was getting off topic now. He shook with his head and was about to say something out loud, when he heard a door smash from far back. He stopped and turned around. “Belarus?”

 

He could see the girl run down some stairs, clearly being the one that caused the door to crash. He ran after her to see where she was going, but was unable to catch up, due to a chair flying at his head. He barely dodge and only got hit in the left cheek. He didn’t stop running, though. Hehe reached the end of the stairs, but the front door was left opened wide. Belarus had ran away?

 

He ran up the stairs into the hall to where Russia would be. He sat there, drinking from his vodka, unfazed from Belarus running off, but when he heard Bulgaria’s familiar footsteps, Braginski looked at him with what was a cheerful smile. “Ah, Bulgaria, did you forget something?”

 

“What happened with Belarus?” Bulgaria asked, ignoring Ivan’s question.

 

Ivan blinked, the smile fading. “Oh, she just had a temper tantrum and ran off, somewhere.”

 

Bulgaria opened his eyes wide. “And you just sat there, Ivan?!”

 

“I’m almost fully drunk, comrade, I can barely stand up!” Ivan burst into a laugh.

 

Bulgaria felt his fists shake. “She just ran away, Ivan.”

 

Russia raised a brow, laughter stopping. “She did? Where? In the rain?” Russia asked.

 

“Yes and now you’re gonna go and find her!” Bulgaria said, almost ordered, pointing at the door.

 

Russia slowly stood up. “R-right, I’ll go and look fo-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence, because he fell flat on his face.

 

Bulgaria felt a sweatdrop going down the side of his head. He sighed and pulled Russia up, then put him back in his seat. “Fine, I’ll go look for her, since you’re so buzzed.”

 

With that, Bulgaria turned for the door and left.

 

“Hrmm…” Russia muttered, watching him leave.

 

Bulgaria stormed down the stairs and went for the front door. He grabbed a umbrella and ran out, hiding under it as he started his search. But… where to search?! He was in freaking Russia!

 

-------------------

 

She sat alone. Alone and quietly under a tree, hiding from the rain, though lacking in a point for this, since she was already wet from head to toe. Her dress sticking to her skin, her usually puffy black bow flopped, fringes of her hair hiding most of her face. Though what was visible showed clearly that she was sad.

 

Natalia was in tears. What her big brother had told her, the thing that angered her enough to run away from his mansion, was the reason that she was crying over now as well. It was how he treated Bulgaria. He wasn’t part of his family and yet – Russia treated him like a close love interest most of the time. This made her feel awful. She felt ignored. For too long she was ignored. For too long was her heart’s will shoved down a garbage dispenser. For too long was she didn’t receive from Ivan Braginski what she hoped for centuries to hear even once.

 

How much time had passed since she first pleaded him to say that he felt even a small kind of affection towards her? A century? Two centuries? Maybe three or four? How about their entire lifetime? That’s how long it was. But he never said it. To him, she was his sister and only that. But her feelings couldn’t be further different from his, even if one would put them in a rocket and send them to the moon. And for that… she was shedding tears.

 

“Brother… why...” she whispered between tears.

 

“Why don’t you… you…”

 

She bit her bottom lip.

 

She tried to control herself. To not lose herself in rage. But just a second later she let out a yell.

 

“Why don’t you love me, Big Brother?!”

 

And then there was silence. Only rain.

 

It was funny, how rain seemed like tears without the pain. It was down right comical! But she wasn’t up to laughing. Just the opposite.

 

The silence was broken, though, when a pair of footsteps could be heard from a distance. She thought she was just imagining them. But they were becoming louder, coming closer. She couldn’t disregard them for much longer. When they stopped, she opened her teary eyes and much to her surprise she saw non-other than Bulgaria standing before her, a solemn expression on his face, a bruise on the left side of his face, umbrella in one hand.

 

Without asking, the man walked under the tree’s “crown” of leaves and closed the umbrella, letting the water drip to the grassy ground. “So, you’re here…” Bulgaria said with a raspy tone of voice. Judging by the sweat that was going down the side of his face, down his neck and into his shirt, he must have been running for a long while. But, why? Why was he running? Was he searching for her all this time?

 

He didn’t say a word after that one sentence, but stared into Belarus’ face, full of tears. She realized this and turned to the side. She tried to speak with as much of a hateful voice as possible. “What do you want, you freeloader?”

 

Bulgaria didn’t say a word.

 

“Did you come to see the shape I am in after big brother ignored me again because of a man like you?!” she said, a bit louder and angrier.

 

No words from Bulgaria still.

 

“It’s because of bastards like you and Lithuania, taking his attention away from me, that he will never say he loves me back!”

 

Bulgaria didn’t say a word again.

 

Belarus looked at him from the corner of her eyes. “What’s the matter? Does the truth hurt, you America-sympathizer? Did the cat get your tongue? Huh?!”

 

Nothing.

 

Angrier, she turned to accuse him further. “Speak you buffoon! Spe-“ And suddenly she went quit. She felt a pair of muscular, warm arms embrace her and her body instantly shook all over.

 

It was Bulgaria, on one knee. He had pulled her into a hug, something she clearly didn’t expect.

 

“I’m sorry.” Bulgaria said quietly. “I did not mean to come between you and your brother, even if that is not the case…”

 

Belarus was shocked that he was saying this, let alone hugging her.

 

“My only interest is not your brother, though.” he paused. Belarus couldn’t stop shaking. It was insane. Her body was reacting so strangely to feeling embraced by this man, to whom she proclaimed such hateful words a moment ago.

 

“L-let me go. Let me go I say.” she tried to sound threatening. She pulled a knife from somewhere and pointed it at his stomach. “Let me go or I will gut you like a fish! Don’t p-play with my feelings you dishonorable pig!” she said, feeling her eyes tearing up again.

 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” Bulgaria spoke again. “My interest wasn’t in your brother…” he said in a whisper. “It was you, Natalia.”

 

Belarus’s eyes went extremely wide. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Did he just… Did he just say not only that he was sorry, but also that he interested in her? Her cheeks began to burn and she realized she was blushing.

 

She couldn’t believe these words.  She couldn’t. “Don’t make fun of me Bulgaria! Don’t you fucking dare to make fun of me, do you hear me?!” she yelled, with every breath she took her voice sounding more and more shaking.

 

“I’m sorry.” Bulgaria repeated himself.

 

“Don’t you DARE! Don’t you dare…” tears started to run from her eyes again. “Why are you… Why are you saying this to me… Why are you trying to hurt me with such words… Why?!” she started crying.

 

Bulgaria caressed the back of her head with one hand, closing his eyes. “I don’t mean hurting you, Natalia… I would never do that to you…”

 

Natalia shook more. “W-why are you saying this to me?! Why?!”

 

Bulgaria sighed. “Because… I love you.”

 

“N-no… you don’t…” Belarus dropped the knife. “You don’t love me. No, you don’t love me, Bulgaria!” she gripped his shirt with both hands. “You don’t love me, damn you!”

 

Bulgaria held her close. “I always have, since we first met…”

 

Belarus cried. Hearing the two words she always wanted to hear, but from the person that she did not expect to hear them ever. Ever. She didn’t know how to reply, she didn’t know what would be the good thing to say in such a situation. So she just buried her face in his shoulder and cried.

 

Bulgaria accepted this, caressing her wet, blond hairs, letting her cry on his shoulder, letting her let out years of pain, frustration and sorrow onto him with one of the most basic and raw acts a human being could showcase – cry.

 

“It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m here for you…” Bulgaria said gently into her ear.

 

“Say it!” Belarus asked, commanded, pleaded him even. “Say it again.”

 

“I’m here for you…”

 

“No, not that! What you said to me before!

 

Bulgaria was puzzled for a moment.

 

Belarus cried out: “SAY IT!”

 

Bulgaria’s eyes opened a bit wide from the sudden yell, which showed him the great need she had.

 

He nodded and complied. “Yes, Belarus. I love you.”

 

“Say it again!”

 

There was a silence at first, but then Bulgaria indeed said it. “Я люблю Вас, Беларусь”.

 

And he repeated it again and again, every time she asked him to say it. The two of them being there, alone under the tree as the rain fell down from the skies above. Belarus’ wish was fulfilled and even though it wasn’t the person she wanted to hear it from, she had heard it from someone, who meant it. And that was what deep down mattered.

 

End