Joyful Sorrow

Title: Joyful Sorrow

Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers

Characters: Toris Laurinaitis (Lithuania), Natalya Arlovskaya (Belarus), various other characters

Pairings: Lithuania x Belarus, mentions of Russia x Belarus (little fantasies from Belarus, perhaps) and America x Belarus (Mentions. Mentions only. I used to be obsessed with that pairing, but I find this much cuter…)

Warning: Rated T. Use of some Russian language (Translations at bottom, of course). Use of human names. Not fluffy. Use of knives (It's Belarus…), some violence. Maybe some blood. History stuffs, as this pairing is based on actual history. I will explain the historical events as best as I could.

Point of View: May switch from Lithuania and Belarus. Assume as indicated. If unindicated, then probably it is 3rd Person PoV.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, as my name isn't Hidekaz Himaruya, I cannot draw that well, and I do not live in Japan. Do not sue me, as my wallet has like $2, my school ID, and an expired coupon… I'm not sure that's worth suing for.

The tears flow down her porcelain face, reminiscent to rain, looking down upon the broken vase. She picks up a piece, even if it pierces her fingers. The cuts upon her fingers were nothing compared to the cuts inflicted upon his back. Nothing…

She wiped her face with her now bloodied hands. Tears. She never cried… Tears she never wanted to see. Tears he wouldn't want to see ever. He came towards her, sadness in his eyes trying to be kept restrained. Sadness he often restrained.

"I am sorry… it isn't your fault, my kvietka…" he whispered in her ear. She would have often countered the name, stabbing him when he said it, but now… it was definitely different. She looked at him with watery eyes. Is this truly what she wanted? Did she want him gone? Does he really mean nothing to you? She shook her head.

"I wish I was stronger for you…" she whispered. He was slightly surprised by that, but smiled. "You are strong enough for me, Natalya Arlovskaya… I wish I was strong enough for myself…" Her eyes widened when he had said those two words… Natalya Arlovskaya. He slowly left, as she tried to hold back any more tears. Those two words she never wanted to become ever again.

DICTIONARY:

Kvietka = flower in Belarusian

(A/N) This is my first fanfic. And I hope I don't fail OTL

Anyways, Belarus seems really OOC in this, but you'll see why… as I go through with the story.

Feel free to review, I suppose…