I sighed as I looked out of my window to see yet another boring,snowy ,grey drizly day .
Great.
I pull on my signature dress and tie my hair bow into it's usual place on my head. Same boring thing, as usual , because today was just another boring day..

I open the door of my bedroom and walk down the corridor. I could hear faint voices from downstairs, and as I stride down the stairs and open the door. I find sister and brother there. Of course the Baltics were there too ;
Lithuania
Estonia
And Latvia
But they don't seem to ever say much in the presence of my brother.
I give my brother an unexpected hug from behind and he nearly dies in fright and surprise as he hadn't seen me enter the room. Not like I'm a stalker or anything... God, his squeal is so... Girly...

Okay..Imagine that a 13 year old school girl discovers a spider on her shoulder. Imagine that scream. Then add it to my brothers face.
"oh, B-belarus w-what are you D-doing here, Da?" He says in a squeaky, nervous voice , the tone he usually speaks to me in.
"well I kinda live here too big brother" I reply, releasing him from my surprise attack hug as I say this.
Just as I step along side my brother my sister practically strangles me into a hug of her own. If you know my sister you would know she never ceases to cut of your oxygen supply if she glomps you.
"Big S-sister! Y-your strangling me!" I barely manage to say in a faint voice as my face practically turns blue-er by the second.
"oh! Belarus! I-im soo sorry!" She says as she bursts into tears. What a cry baby... Can you belive an emotionless rock like me I'd related to that? No? Me either...

Well, anyways, I know it sounds stupid but I feel that, somehow there's someone else is in the room with us. It's like, like... Some kind of aura... It feels-
"oh b-belarus , we have a guest staying with us for the night, a Mr. America?" Russia stated, intertupting my train of thought.
"oh, HIM." I say bored and not really caring about him , still wonderig about this 'aura' thing...
"he's down the corridor in the guest room. If you could please welcome him..." Russia trailed on, me not really listening.
"Why would I do that ?" I ask bluntly, turning and walking around the room inspecting things and items with my dark oceanic blue orbs. Everything seemed normal...

"well, it would be nice to welcome our guest... We rarely have any.." Russia still droning on, unaware of the facts that:

1.I don't really care about being polite towards guests...

2. Idon't even want to talk to the loud, obnoxious American staying in our guestroom down the corridor...

3. I can see Lithuania staring at me AGAIN from the corner of my eye...Mental note; probably break his arm later... Yeah...Stop staring at me.

4. I was still absorbed in finding the cause of this odd ghostly-aura sensation that had me curious.

"I don't want to greet him." I state bluntly, turning my head and looking at my brother with no emotion in my eyes.

"But I-it would be p-polite of you, da?" he looked as if he was a bit hurt at me saying this, but i knew that he knew that if he pulls that face and has that look in his eyes i'll crack eventually.

"..Fine." Darn... Russia will be the death of me...

"Thank you belarus!" He smiles his cute, child-like beam and I sigh.

"Yeah, yeah.." I say as I roll my eyes and start walking to the guestroom down the corridor.

I reach the guestroom door and knock on it rather harshly.

"Oh! Hi Bela-Chan!~!" The American blurts as soon as he opens the America.

"Ijust came to say 'welcome' and stuff -because my brother told me too..And don't call me that stupid nickname." I HATED that nickname, especially when it was someone other than my big brother or sister using it, Even more so when A merica called me it. Because... Well.. I don't know! I just HATED it ,okay?

"Awwww! Thanks Bela-chan~!" I mentally PUNCHED America in the face. Hard."My brother and I really appriciate it~!"

"AMERICA! Don't call me- What? Brother? I thought.. WHAT?"

America has a brother? Since when? How? All of these questions rushed to my mind at once, causing the part of my brain that controlled my speech to completely overload,crash and burn. Well, not literally. Duh.

The only things close enough to words that came out of my mouth werewherered?

asdfghjkl?

whaaau?

(Literally spastic words that don't exist...)

"Belarus? You did know that Canada was staying too, right?" America questions me.

By this time, The mental firefighters had reached my brain and dowsed the speech section of my mind and i could form words .

"Uh..B-brother never said anything about it.." I mumbled.

"Yeah, about that.. you see, no one really pays much attention to him or notices him so it's kinda like he's invisible.. So you probably have'nt seen him..."

"I..see..."I mumble again.

"You know when he's there because theair in the room around you goes weird and it feels like there's someone there.."America shivered. He was probably frightening himself to death with all this ghastly talk. Pfffft. It was funny to see America, the loud and self-proclaimed 'Hero' frightened. It made me smile...On the inside of course. I NEVER smile on the outside.I can't even remember smiling once when I was younger...but Big brother and sister say they'd seen me say I looked Beautiful when I used to people say thatI'd look beautiful if I was to smile more, But whats the point? In this world There is nothing worth smiling for...Nothing. There are countries far older, and wiser than me, but none could tell you or even begin to describe the hardships I have been through in my shorter than most life span. Theres been times when the world turns a cold shoulder, when life abandons you in a spiraling pit of despair. There's always no one there to stand by you through that... And that's why its better not to cling to happiness, because I'm possitive that there is no such thing that could last an eternity.