Hetalia Theory- Belarus Hetalia Creepypasta -Belarus Edition-Hetalia Theory- Belarus by chartomio-zone
He woke her up at five am to watch the sun rise.
Natalya latched onto her big brother's arm as he led her to their shack's roof. It was their daily routine. Watching the sun rise, as her brother had told her, was living proof that there was always hope for every day. New day, new hope. Her brother was a happy man. He had it rough, too, but covered up and tried to be happy. Natalya was happy, too, as long as he was there beside her.
After the sun had fully risen, both of them scurried back to their shack. It was cold and empty, but soon filled with love and warm laughter as Natalya washed up and started to serve breakfast. Potatoes- that was what Natalya served up everyday for breakfast, lunch or dinner. But none of them ever complained. After all, each day, her brother knew a different way to prepare the said starchy vegetable. And none of them seemed to notice. They were content on what they had. And plus, they won't be eating just potato