America was folding a piece of paper. During the meeting.
Belarus grimaced as she saw that what he was holding was a paper airplane. Of course instead of paying attention to "important global conditions" and fixing problems, he would play.
"Look at him, with his tongue sticking out! He is like a child!" Belarus thought, not noticing the smile forming on her lips. "He was like this when I was forced to live at his place! I guess some things never change."
Her smile did not go unnoticed by America. His blues eyes sparkled with mischief, and he began to fold and write something new.
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A Kiss with a Fist
FanfictionHow on earth did it end up like this? Belarus thought he was just an idiot, but apparently he was the idiot of her dreams.
