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Belarus and Her New BrotherBelarus and Her New BrotherBelarus and Her New Brother by ThePastaAlchemist
One day after the world conference, Belarus and Russia walked down the long beautifully decorated hallway. Of course she was latched on to his arm like a cat you're trying to give a bath or a leech to bare skin.
"Belarus could you please let go of my arm; it's loosing feeling and coloration, da?" Underneath his coat, his arm was a very unhealthy shad of purple just like his eyes.
"Alright big brother" Belarus let the death grip that she had; allowing Russia to rub his sore arm as the feeling started to come back.
"I can't take this anymore!!! She wants to marry me and she's my sister! Incest is illegal in both are homes but she couldn't care less. I have to think of something to get me out of here!" As his Thoughts scrambled his brain, he notices America walking the opposite way. He was burger clad and was busy stuffing his face with it. Russia suddenly thought of a very sneaky idea.
As my name says, I ship the Hetalia pairing, PruCan (PrussiaXCanada)
In Hetalia, I choose to respect someone's pairings so please, respect mine.
I won't change what you love, don't try to change what I love.
I might like my pairing, but I don't go around spewing "OMG MY PAIRING IS THE BEST SO YOU MUST SHIP IT TOO"
So if you plan on bashing me cause you don't like PruCan, please don't.
It really makes you look silly.
Plus I'll just get annoyed and block you anyway, mainly because you aren't worth my words if you want to spew out why I'm wrong.
Arguments over ships never end well for either end.