Your touch, your ways
Leave me dumb without reason
Your love, my cage
My prison so pleasing
I spend my days
Tangled in thoughts of you
Stuck in this place
Resigned to be your fool
I thirst no longer
Drenching my soul
Pour out like water
You're my only infatuation
Don't leave me stranded
In my obsession
-Skillet My Obsession
"Please Belarus go away!" you shouted hiding behind you locked front door.
You could hear his nails scraping away at the wood of the door. It was only a matter of time before your Belarusian stalker got through the barrier between the two of you, "Niama!" [No] he shouted, "Come out _________, let's become one!"
Letting out a slight whimper you unconsciously gripped the knife in your hand tighter as you tried to get further and further into the corner. "Please…please make it stop."
"________, this nasty door that is separating us is almost gone," with a loud crack the door flew off its hinges and there he stood. Nikolai Arlofsky; personification of Belarus, he was brother to Russia and Ukraine, and your unrelenting stalker. "Come ___________," he said with an almost mad grin, "let's become one…"
You shrunk farther into the corner, "No…"
"Come on ____________. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me. Marry me," he chanted.
"No!" you shouted pointing your knife at him, tears running down your eyes, "Belarus, go away!"
His expression of creepy delirious joy faltered slightly. "Don't you love me ___________."
You were too scared to blush. Months ago you had told your friend Dmitri, and Nikolai's brother, about your crush. I guess there was a leak. Still scared you nodded.
A broad smile spread across his face, "Good, no problem. We can get mari-."
"No!" You shouted interrupting him. "Belar-."
Belarus let out a scream of anger, "Don't call me that! I have told you to call me by my human name!"
"Nik, you don't love me. Remember, Ivan, your beloved big brother?"
Another scream emanated from the blonde Belarusian male, "NO! I love you _________! You. Not big brother. Not anyone. And…and you must love me too!" He ran over to you and took the knife from you, "Please ___________." You could see the tears in his eyes, Nikolai never cried and never said 'please'. "Just love me…" He collapsed, sobbing, on your lap.
Hesitantly you put your hand on his head. Carefully running your fingers through his hair
"Please, love me," he whimpered into the fabric of your skirt, "I need you so much."
"Nik, I…" you couldn't say it. You couldn't say you loved him, no matter how much you knew you would mean it, what would happen if you were to say it? He would just try and get you to marry him again, and as much as you loved him you were simply not ready for that. "I'm just your new obsession. In a few days, just watch, you'll be chasing Ivan again." You smiled like you were trying to comfort him rather than yourself, "Like none of this ever happened."
"No," he pouted like a three year old being denied something he wanted, "I don't love Ivan like I love you." His wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in close to you lips. "Dmitri told me a week before I started chasing you. I made sure that I wanted you and," He kissed you gently, "I'm sure I want you."
Now your cheeks finally decided to turn red, "R-Really?"
He nodded, "Dy." [yes]. Then there was silence as you studied his blue eyes. He watched your (e/c) eyes with a sense of hope. "So you will marry me ____________?"
You shook your head and you could feel his grip around your waist tighten to keep you from leaving him, "But, I will go on a date with you."
"A…date?" His head tilted at the most adorable angle.
"Yes, a date," you said, "It's either that or nothing. Take your pick Mr. Arlofsky."
"A date," he shouted choosing. After he calmed down he said, "And then we get married."