Papa!RussiaxChild!ReaderxMama!Italy Part 3

By the time you were eight, you were well antiquated to your oddball aunts and uncles. However, Belarus remained icily distant from you for some reason. Your papa didn't want you hurt so he kept you close to him when Belarus and Ukraine came to visit.

"Aunt Belarus?" You asked. The Belorussian glared at you. "Can we go to the park? Please?" The reason you were alone with Belarus was an emergency meeting that snagged the attention of your parents. She, unwillingly, was left behind. The only reason she hadn't snapped your neck was the fact that Russia threatened not to hold back on punishing his own sister.

"Nyet."

"Please?" She sighed and closed the book she was reading.

"Fine. Is there a park nearby?"

"Yes! Right next door actually!" Belarus raised an eyebrow.

"Let us go then."

"Yay!"

...

Belarus hated attention. She hated being stared at by others, especially of the opposite gender. Except if it was her brother. But that wasn't the case.

"Nyet. Unless you would like a slit throat." She growled. The man cowered back. She glanced up, seeing you playing on the playground equipment to your heart's content. Her gaze was steady, watching for danger. Nothing was going to harm the kin of her brother, as the threat of brutal punishment hung above her head.

You were playing happily when you felt a tab on your shoulder. You turned, seeing a trio of strangers behind you.

"Want some candy?" The tallest asked.

"No thank you. Mama told me never to take candy from strangers."

"But it's [favorite candy]..." He cooed. A streak of silver was aimed at his neck, coming out of nowhere.

"Nyet. Now leave or I'll call the authorities." Belarus' voice was deathly soft, a warning sign not to mess with her. The trio scurried off in fear. Belarus slowly put away the knife as she knelt down to you. "Are you well?" She asked.

"Si, Thanks to you. Thank you!" You hugged her. She froze, unsure how to make of this. She knew that getting you off her violently would leave a mark. Slowly, she returned the action.

"Oh...my..."

...

Belarus was busy in the kitchen, cooking up some Belorussian soup. You sat at the table, patiently waiting for dinner.

"What are you making?" You asked.

"A soup that's like America's 'chicken noodle'. I think you'll like it..." She said, her normally flowing hair was tied in a ponytail. "What do you usually eat for dinner?"

"Pasta!" You giggled. She groaned.

"Definitely Mama's little one." She growled.

"Papa cooks somethings and it's very tasty. And then there are days when my aunts and uncles cook. It's really good." You said as she came to the table with a pair of steaming bowls. She placed one of the bowls in front of you before moving to the other side of the table. She took out the ponytail, allowing her hair to flow freely. "Why don't you like me Aunt Belarus?" You asked. She froze.

"Because...you stole my brother's heart. I was jealous. Even more so when your papa fell in love with your mama in front of my eyes. I want to become one with my brother." She whispered bitterly.

"Why?" Belarus could not form an answer that easily.

"Because...without my brother, I am nothing. Only he understands me."

"You sound like my mama's brother Romano. He thinks nobody understands him aside from his former caretaker Spain. I hear him complaining late at night. Besides, you're too pretty to say such things!" Belarus dared not to comment.

"Thank you...you are very astute for one so young." She said softly. Only her siblings called her pretty, aside from the lecherous comment from other males. From you though...it gave birth to a warm feeling in her stomach.

...

Belarus sat on the couch, reading her book. She had just tucked you into bed so you were sound asleep at the moment. Her thoughts were heavy on the conversation with you and her reading. The door opened, causing her to turn in surprise.

"Belarus! We're home!" She closed her book and stood up to meet her brother. "Was she good during our absence?"

"Da. My time with her has made me rethink some things. I must leave brother, perhaps I'll travel and enjoy myself for once in a while." She left, gently pushing the Italian aside.

"Ciao! Ciao ciao!" He said almost sleepily. "I wonder where she's going."

"At least I think she'll stop pressuring me into marrying her."

"Oh! Grazie Belarus!" She waved back nonchalantly as she got in her car. She drove off into the night.

"I think Belarus changed for the better...at least I hope so." Russia found himself thinking.