Belarus hated heights. She god damn well hated them! And here she was, standing on the stop of a bridge that was up. She was hanging over the dark murky water, terror running through her as she could not swim. With that in mind, she had two options here: Drown or be a trophy wife toFrance.Even the name of that pervert made her shiver.

"Ohhonhonhon..." Her head shot up, eyes widening in sheer horror. Speak of the devil and he'll damn well appear.

"Leave me be Frenchman! I shall never become one with you!" She snarled, although she was in no position to do so. She looked up, seeing a familiar pair of sky blue eyes.

"America!" She cried in surprise. France glanced up fearfully. America was hanging off a ladder from a helicopter, driven by Russia. The American remained steady.

"Belarus! Grab my hand!" He cried. She reached out, hoping against hope she could reach. Suddenly, her grasp slipped. She fell from the bridge, a scream torn from her throat. America jumped off the ladder, diving into the air. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close just seconds before their bodies crashed into the water. They floated to the surface, only to have Belarus clinging on for dear life to America.

"Don't worry Belarus! The hero will help you to shore!"

"HEY!" Came a shout. The two looked up, seeing a boy driving what appeared to be a riverboat. He threw a life ring at the two. "Am I a nation now!?" Oh dear, it was Sealand.

"A hero, yes! A nation, not yet!" America yelled.

"Aww!" Belarus looked up at America, a silly smile on his face.

"Thank you for saving my life America."

"It's no problem Belarus! Anything for you after all!" His hand slapped over his mouth as he said the words. "Umm! I-I'M THE HERO!" He stammered. Belarus grabbed the life ring and clung onto it as a ladder was swung over the railing of the riverboat. America grabbed the latter and climbed up, clutching onto Belarus. When the two got onto the deck, the micro-nation grabbed a blanket and threw it over the two before running below deck.

"America...what did you mean by 'anything for you'?" She asked. America blushed.

"Well...I...I kinda like you Belarus but the thing is your brother would never approve and you're after your brother." He stammered over his words, a bright red blush appearing on his face. "Oh heck with it!" He finally snapped and kissed the Belorussian personification. When he pulled away, a soft pink blush graced her cheeks. The two were silent, unsure about what to say.

Well, maybe this could be the start of a wonderful relationship.