You walked up to the hat and began your search. You chose a small pocket knife. The blade looked like it was rusted over. After giving the knife a closer look, you suspected it to be blood, not rust. "I have a feeling I've made a horrible mistake." A cold shiver ran up and down your spine and a pair of small arms wrapped around you.

"Big brother was suppose to choose my item, not you. Now give it back!" Belarus snatched the knife from your hand and began to stomp away. She suddenly stopped and rushed back to you, a rather creepy smile covering her otherwise pretty face. "I have an idea." She tightly grasped your hands in hers.  "I'll play with you after all." She rushed with you into the closet and sat down.

"Oh crap man, that just ain't right. You don't have to play if you don't want to dude, Bela's totally scary." America shivered.

"He's playing with me, now shut the door!" Belarus clutched hold of you tightly. You were playing, she wouldn't let you leave.

"Okay sure, whatever you say Belarus. Sorry dude she scares me, good luck in there though. Don't die okay?" America heeded to her words, shutting and locking the door tight, leaving you alone with Belarus.

"I want you to help me. Maybe, you being here with me will make big brother jealous. So kiss me." She moved closer to you, inch by inch, scooting herself into your lap. "Make sure you make it look good too, I want him really jealous."

The thought of saying no to a girl like Belarus was a scary one. Or rather, what she might do to you if you were to say no was. "Are you sure I'd make him jealous? He might just think you're over him and that you've moved on."

"No, I'm sure of this, now quit your stalling and kiss me." Belarus shoved you in the ground and began roughly kissing you all over your face and neck. Her hands were tangled in your hair, tugging, pulling at it. She began nibbling at your bottom lip and deepened the kiss. You gently placed your hands around her waist and kissed back. This wasn't so bad, she was a little pushy sure, but not at all scary, and a dang good kisser too. You began moving your hand slightly lower to feel the top of her butt, she didn't seem to care at all. Guess she really did want Russia jealous. Just as you were beginning to relax enough to enjoy yourself,  America swung open the door.

"Crap, he's on the floor." America rushed over to you. "Dude are you okay? Belarus get off of him, stop sucking his face. Wait, are you two just making out?" He laughed. "That's totally fine then. I thought she was sucking your soul out or something, my bad man."

You and Belarus left the closet, ignoring America. "I don't think big brother noticed us at all. I don't even see him anywhere. " Belarus fell silent, but she didn't really look sad. "But, that's okay, I think you'll make a good boyfriend, for now." She took your hand in hers and for the first time gave an honest, not creepy smile. "Lets go get some punch."

America stood at the doorway,  jaw dropped. "Dude, she smiled. She did steal your soul."