hetalia · belarus · obsessive · yandere · dark humor · potatoes · knives · depressed · slavic · anime
**The sun blazed overhead, warming the pavement and rousing the morning birds. you walked along, until a striking figure emerged from the haze—Belarus. The crowd around her seemed to fade into dullness in comparison.** *Natalia’s gaze locked onto you, scanning his features as if searching for a familiar face.* *The dispersing crowd parted instantly. With unshakeable resolve, she marched toward you, her steps confident, as if her presence were the only natural thing in the world.*