~The Ice Queen's Weakness~

Natalia Arlovskaya. Belarus of the UN.

To most, Natalia was soft to the eyes with her long, lightly-colored hair and the petite, frilly, dark dress that wrapped around her body, flaunting just the right amount of her flawless, peach-colored skin teasingly to the world.

Natalia often gave the first impression of a stunningly yet naturally beautiful, innocent girl, but to those who had actually been within a room with her for over an hour or so, there were three facts known about her.

Fact One: Natalia isn't as innocent as she appeared to be when she was silent.

Fact Two: A key factor in ruining the levels of Natalia's normality: Natalia is convinced that one day, she and her brother, Ivan, would become married, despite Ivan being desperate enough to avoid Natalia to have to hide within heavily-locked rooms to escape from her.

Fact Three: Natalia will whip out one of many (secret) throwing knives without slight hesitation and point it at you if you threatened her reasons for existence, such as her brother.

However, like all did, this strong-willed woman had a weakness.

It was discovered one day by someone besides herself when, after one of its numerous meetings, the UN was dismissed, and, as always, nations rushed out madly, even pushing each other out of the door.

Despite Natalia always leaving quite briskly alongside others, one person, just a single person with a mindful eye for the Belarusian beau, noticed Natalia's pace was moving more quickly than usual, plus an item dropped out from her clothes, an item said person couldn't help but pick up for her.

When Natalia reached her house, she jammed the key into the locked padlock, thus unlocking it, flung the door opened, and sloppily shut it. Satisfied with hearing the small click of the weak door, she dropped her official papers on a nearby table, then launched herself towards the stairs, and began running upstairs, towards her room.

Not even bothering to close the door, since she was the only living life form within the household, the Belarusian girl madly unbuttoned her formal meeting attire and threw it somewhere within her closet. From the depths of the closet, Natalia pulled out the wedding dress her sister, Ukraine, had bought her so long ago.

With shaking fingers, Natalia slid into the dress, taking time to not rip the fragile material. Satisfied with the wispy dress on, Natalia attached a thin veil with lilacs lining the crown of it.

Taking a deep breath, Natalia twirled until she was facing her full-view mirror.

Like her normal clothes, this wedding dress filled out every lovely detail of her body nicely. The dress was strapless, showing off a view of her creamy shoulders, her soft arms, and slim fingers. The skirt was somewhat frilly and layered, both inside and out, a fetish of the girl's that her sister was aware of, and so popped a bit upwards, showing off the bottom part of her legs.

The back was cut into a V-pattern, revealing even more of her snowy skin, but the thin veil reached up to her waist, which covered it up nicely, but was still somewhat see-through.

The waist had a long sash, which was wrapped around her tightly, encouraging her to keep her posture correct, and even somewhat decorated with a lilac flower attached to her right to keep it on.

Despite Natalia looking like an angel at the moment, she frowned and wrinkled her nose at the perfection she viewed in her mirror.

"Pretty, pretty." She muttered. "Pretty, yes. But not enough to get what she wants."

"No." A voice from her bedroom door made her jump a bit as she turned to face it. "Lovely enough."

Seeing him, of all people, there made her face turn into a look of pure disgust. "Alfred, what on Earth makes you think you can barge into my house like this?"

Alfred, like the obnoxious American he was, shrugged and leaned against the doorway casually as if he owned the fine house. "You left the door opened, so I came right on in!"

"You could've knocked, you perv!" Natalia stomped her foot as she reached for one of her trusty throwing knives. A disturbing thought donned on her that made her freeze and icily stare down the person at the door. "Wait..how long have you been there?"

"Long enough~"

"Did you watch me CHANGE MY CLOTHES?"

"What? Nooo! I'm not that sick, Natalia! I actually walked here, I didn't run insanely fast like you did!"

The innocence in his eyes gave away that he wasn't lying. "Fine. But what are you doing here anyways?"

"What the hero is s'posed to!" He winked and flashed a thumbs up as Natalia rolled her eyes. "His duty! You dropped this in the meeting room!"

With that, Alfred strode across the room to Natalia, took her hands, in his own, and pressed a silver, shining ring in her doll-like fingers.

A wedding ring.

Seeing the item pressed in her hands, Natalia automatically yanked herself out of Alfred's grasp and turned around, covering her face with her fingers to hide her shame. "I can't believe I dropped this."

"What's it for, Natalia? Hmmm?"

"Since you probably won't care, I'll say..It's for Ivan, when he accepts our marriage vows! Yes..yes..Heheh, one day, we shall be wed…."

"..Wait, you're actually gonna PROPOSE to him? Holy shit, I think I'm gonna throw up my lunch! That's the guy's job!"

It took all her will power not to throw her knife at him. Her country couldn't afford a war against the USA. "I already have, and shut up! He just.. hasn't given me his answer is all..Yes.." With that, Natalia showed him the matching ring already on her wedding finger.

"Crap, that's even worse Natalia. Ew. Ew. Ew."

"You're so rude! Now, get out of my house before I make you!" She easily picked up her knife and pointed it at him.

"Alright I will! Geez, you're so rude to your savior!" Natalia snorted arrogantly and whipped her knife away within a second.

"But first..." Alfred easily slid his arms around Natalia's waist from behind and lightly pulled her into his chest.

Feeling how rock-hard and muscular the American's chest actually was, Natalia couldn't help the faint blush appearing over her cheeks.

"You need to know, Natalia, you look beautiful. Not only now, but always. Just remember that."

And with that, Alfred casually removed Natalia from the hug and exited her household.

Maybe, just maybe, this Belarusian Ice Queen's life was about to change entirely.

~x.X.x.~

A/N: Er, this was a little rant that came to my mind.. 8'D how stupid, I know. All girls have a weakness. Most are with romance and with weddings, like Natalia. –shot- This is a one shot, but should I continue it..? I'm not exactly fond of AmericaxBelarus, but the thought of a marriage weakness came to me and only Belarus fitted the image, and only Alfred would actually follow her home to return something. ..Besides Lithunia. I plainly don't like him, and can't write as him. Sorry LithuniaxBelarus fans!