Belarus ran a hand through her platinum hair, waiting more-or-less patiently on the street corner.
You see, while Belarus lazed around her house, planning ways to chase her brother Russia, America had randomly come over and asked her out on an ice cream date. At first, she just scowled and slammed the door in his face. In the end, though, she ended up calling to apologize and agree to the ice cream invitation.
She sighed. She had no idea what possessed her into actually wanting to come here with him, but yet, here she was.
"Bells!"
Belarus turned and saw the hyper American run down the street, waving. "Hey, Bells! Glad you came!"
"Don't call me "Bells"," Belarus warned bitterly. "Where is this ice cream you told me about?"
America laughed. “Step over here, my lady.” He gestured for her to follow him, which she did.
America led her from the street corner to the little green park nearby, where they found an ice cream vendor near the benches.
“What flavor do you want?” asked America, pointing the small list of flavors next to the vendor.
Belarus glanced at the list, not even hesitating to answer. “Vanilla.”
“Vanilla?!” America exclaimed. “Don’t you want to be more adventurous? Like look at this flavor! Raspberry fudge! Don’t you want to be a little different this time?”
Belarus scowled. “I asked for vanilla. I don’t wish to be fat like you.”
America flinched slightly. “Geez, don’t hurt me, Bells. Fine, vanilla it is.” He turned to the vendor and ordered the ice cream, while Belarus found a bench to sit on. America received the ice cream, paid, and then went to sit down next to her. He handed her the treat. “There ya go!”
“Thank you,” she said simply, taking it. She looked at it for a minute before starting to lick.
America was digging deep into his ice cream, a golden-brown flavor with swirls of what seemed to be caramel. Belarus stared at it, wondering what the flavor he got was.
“What did you get?” she asked after a while.
“Hmm?” America looked up, ice cream covering his mouth. He wiped it off and smiled. “Oh, the flavor? Caramel toffee!”
“Toffee…?” Belarus pondered on it a small bit. She had had toffee before--it was one of the candies she actually really liked.
“Yeah!” He held out the cone. “Wanna try some?”
She gazed at it, an eyebrow raised. After a minute, she sighed and took a bite from the ice cream.
She licked her lips, and grimaced. “Bleh.”
“Aw, well,” said America, not fazed by her reaction in the slightest. “Can’t like everything.”
Belarus rolled her eyes.
Hetalia!
A few days later, America decided to go and see Belarus again and bring her to a movie he thought she’d like. He knocked on the door, already eager to see her. “Hey, Bells! Wanna see a movie with me? It’s awesome, i really think you’d like it!”
Belarus opened the door, looking deadpan. “I can’t see a movie, I’m about to head out again and shop.”
“Ah…” America sweatdropped. “Maybe later, then?”
“Whatever,” said Belarus, waving a hand dismissively. “If you’re so eager to please me today, then go and put away the groceries on the counter for me. I’ll back back in a while.” With that, she pushed past him and walked down the street.
America chuckled. “Alrighty, Bells.” He went into the kitchen and looked at the small pile of groceries on the counter. He shrugged, dove into the bags and began to put all the cold foods into the fridge. He reached into another bag to get the freezer items when he noticed what exactly was in the bag.
Two tubs of caramel toffee ice cream.
