Belarus is a mail order bride. She is not what the purchaser was expecting. Please no Belarus/Russia, Belarus/Prussia or Belarus/Germany. Any other F/F or F/M ships are fine.
Bonus 1 - It was her choice to become a mail order bride so she could move somewhere new Bonus 2 - Belarus ends up falling in love with a friend, relative or neighbor of the person that bought her.
It is cold here and she needed it. She choose herself the country, the man, the destination, her future. She planned all of it very carefuly. He was silent like her. Not needy. It was all very easy to grow acostumed to his ways and preferences: they had the same.
It was all her choice.
What wasn't, was that best friend Norway had. Blond spiky hair, shoulders to rest on to, blue eyes tingling with laughter, smiles lighting up volcanoes in her stomach. It wasn't what she expected coming here. It was meant to be simple. But now...oh now she outdoes herself. The all North can ear her plea when he comes to visit their house.
[i]["He has that effect on people" warned her the man with the pokerface she was supposed to marry.][/i]
She is strong. She made a choice. The Gods are her witness and she can watch the sun set on affections that should be no more. It is hard though. The sun in the winter. She once wished it to be true but she never shone in the first place and she is different, she is a girl, she is an exception.
She made a choice. So why it is so hard now to keep it?
She doesn't care for houses covered in red and painted white stars on their ground. She will not surrender. She will not yield. She left Belarus for a purpose. She doesn't want to fall in love. It's her body who is betraying her. All those moments and kisses against him, in him, with him. She made a choice. Norway sees them, watches her as she tries to put order with that glow in his violet eyes.
[i]["We are way too similar Natalia." he says simply.][/i]
And he is right. Of course he is.
She sees those whose lives have been branded in freedom and independence, so much unlike hers.
[i]["You want him."][/i]
She looks at the wild man standing tall, azurean eyes and fierce posture, and she can see. The maps are redrawing themselves and the choise she was so proud of is shutting its eyes and covering its ears as if that will make the world fall into line.
[i][She puts her hand in Denmark's and it's not quite a smile but there's love in her gesture, something almost forgotten.
"Yes."][/i]
It is too late, she thinks to the sound of her certainty crashing down somewhere behind. A new world is beginning and she will make sure to be part of it.
Nataliya sat with her back straight, her hands folded over top of her lap, and her seatbelt snapped into place. The plane was on its descent and the moment that she stepped off she was going to be stepping into the rest of her life. Oddly enough though she wasn’t feeling anxious over it either; Nataliya had made the decision to marry a foreign man she’d met off of the internet a year prior. She had met the man twice in person when he had come to visit her under the guise of “business trips” and he seemed nice enough (though he was far younger and better looking than she had expected him to be). He had courted her over skype chats for the most part up until proposing to her last month.
She had accepted, after all there was nothing else really holding her back in her homeland so why not make the choice to move thousands of miles away. The man that she had loved for the vast majority of her life would never reciprocate her feelings and her career had ended in a whimper. There was nothing holding her back, other than her older sister, but she had encouraged the whole thing. So with nothing holding Nataliya back and her sister’s blessing she accepted the whole thing and agreed to marry the man.
There was a bounce as the plane landed on runway before slowing down to a complete stop. The people around her gathered up their belongings as the pilot went through his little announcement welcoming them to their destination and to remember their carry-on luggage. Nataliya had waited until after those around her had joined the line of people eager to greet their loved ones before retrieving her small bag and jacket from the overhead and joining the rest of her fellow passengers.
Nataliya walked slowly through the flow of people and quickly grabbed her suitcase from the carousal before exiting the gate. Her eyes scanned the crowd for the face she’d only seen in romantically light restaurants and web cam chats.
“NAT!” She looked around and found him waving his arms in the air holding a sign reading Nataliya Arlovskaya in big glitter letters. She did find it mildly endearing even if the sign had been poorly executed and looked like something an elementary school kid would make. He came running towards her the moment there was a clearing with a huge grin on his face, “I can’t believe you’re finally here!” he pulled her into a tight hug.
Nataliya held back a sigh before letting go of her bag and wrapping her arms around him as well. She laid a little pat on her shoulder before saying in a low voice, “It’s good to see you too Alfred.”
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Notes: Sorry if everything is kind of vague more will be revealed next time. *queue spooky music* ConCrit is greatly appreciated (mostly because I like to improve and wrote this at 1 am).
“Right so…” Alfred started letting go of her, his smile still firmly in place, “I guess we’ll head back to my—our place. Man it’s so weird saying that, I haven’t lived with anyone since college!” she could practically see the man hold back the squeal. “So, I’ll take your bag, wait is that everything that you brought?” Alfred suspiciously eyed her one medium sized bag, “I mean I thought you would need more stuff then this.”
Nataliya followed his gaze to the bag. She supposed for someone that was moving permanently to another country it did seem like not nearly enough. But she was used to living a Spartan life style out of suitcases for months on end so she’d trained herself to handle the basics. “There are enough outfits for me to go two weeks without laundry.” She stated simply.
“Oh, well, you pack light, I like that! You’re not going to need anything else though?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“I will.” She said as the corners of her lips turned up, “But I can go shopping when the time comes, and once you’ve added me to your credit card account.”
There was an awkward silence that hung in the air between the two of them. Alfred scratched at the back of his neck trying to decide if she was joking or not; Nataliya on the other hand was trying to choose if she should tell him she was kidding. It was true that she would need more money, but it wasn’t like she had plans of maxing out his credit card.
“Right so we were leaving.” Alfred was the first on to speak. He took a better hold of her suitcase then led the way out of the airport and to the parking garage. “I know you’re going to like the apartment, it’s pretty big, and you have to have a pass key to get into the building so it’s safe. My Papa helped me pick out a lot of the furniture, since my old couch was pretty much a piece of crap. Then he was complaining because the new one didn’t go with the rest of the living room so I went and got all new stuff.” He went babbling on leading Nataliya to just quietly walk alongside him. “We’re going to go to dinner with my parents tomorrow.”
“You’re parents?” Nataliya raised her eyebrow, “They know about me?”
“Yeah of course I did. If we’re going to be getting married soon they’re going to have to know about you right?”
“And what exactly did you tell them?” she asked stopping on the spot.
“Just that you were my girlfriend and I wanted them to meet you… I didn’t tell them about how we met or anything though. And I’d rather not tell them,” he looked around the parking structure to see if anyone was watching or listening to them, “we can figure out the exact story once we get in the car.”
She nodded and the two of them continued onto the car. Nataliya was glad to hear that. She may have been the kind of person who acted like she didn’t care about what other people thought of her. She had heard people talk about her in the past and she liked to pretend that that sort of thing didn’t get to her. But if these people were going to be her in laws then she would rather not have anything known to them that they could possibly judge her negatively with. Something told her that they wouldn’t be very fond of the fact that their son was marrying a woman from one of the seedy “Russian Brides Seeking American Men” websites.
“Did you tell them that we’re engaged yet?”
“Naw, I just said you’re my girlfriend and that you were moving in with me. Dad was really bothered by the fact that he and Papa hadn’t met you yet.” She nodded remembering that Alfred was raised by two men. It was one of the first things he had told her after they had met for the first time in person; he was quite concerned with whether or not it was going to be an issue (because that would be a deal breaker for this whole arrangement). It really didn’t bother Nataliya at all, even if her homeland was so against gay rights. “They seem excited though… or well Papa’s excited but he’s French so it’s like a law that he has to be all into that romantic stuff.”
“When will I get to meet your brother and sister?”
The two of them stopped next to an older red car that had to have been his because he went digging for his keys. Her initial reaction was confusion, from what Nataliya understood of Alfred’s occupation and income, he really should have been making enough money to afford the latest model of vehicle. For a brief moment she was worried that he had lied about his income, but that didn’t add up. How would he have been able to pay for all of the flights that were easily over two thousand dollars apiece? The paint job was even and from what she could see of the interior it too looked to be in excellent condition. Then she remembered the movies and television shows where people with money drove older cars, simply because they admired the older look at style.
Alfred popped the trunk of the car and tucked her suitcase away. “Whenever Matt can be dragged back into the US, and when Chelle’s back from break, so probably not until Christmas.” slammed the trunk shut and walked around the car to the passenger side holding it open for her, “You do Christmas right?” she nodded sliding into the seat.
He shut the door behind her and went to the driver’s side of the car climbing in. “Do you want the top up or down?”
“Up.”
“Ah man, ok well next stop will be our love nest!” he flashed her one of his dazzling grins before turning on the ignition and backing out. Immediately after the car started up the sound of electric guitar came flowing through the speakers. Nataliya immediately moved to turn it down to a whisper verses the original roar causing Alfred to let out the sound of a disappointed puppy. “That one is a classic!”
“Weren’t we going to talk about what we were going to tell your fathers about us?” she asked hoping that would stop his complaints about the music being turned down. “I think that if I am going to be meeting the two of them tomorrow that we should have this figured out to the point where we’re fully committed to the idea.”
“Yes, right.” Alfred bit his lower lip as the two of them pulled out on to the road. “So what sounds good to you about the whole thing; how about a bar or a night club?”
“I don’t really like to drink though.”
“Ah man, but it’s fun. I’m not much of a bar or club person either so maybe that wouldn’t be the best one to go with. They would probably see right through that one… maybe a friend of a friend?”
“Are we going to have to find someone to agree and get in on that deal with?”
“Well it could be a coworker. My parents don’t know anyone that I work with so it’s not like they can go in and do an investigation. And it’s not like they’re crazy enough to go ahead and do that. I’m positive that you’re going to get along with them fine.”
“I’m sure I will. What have you told them about me though.”
“Not much. Just that you’re gorgeous and that I really like you… And you are and I do so it’s not like I was lying or anything like that. Though I don’t really know much about you, you’re not going to like murder me or anything like that?” Alfred added a little laugh to show that he was joking.
“Well you dominate or conversations so much when the two of us were talking.”
“You could have just told me to shut up. Most people tell me that.”
“Something tells me that you wouldn’t have listened. I’d rather listen more than anything else.”
“You can tell me about yourself now. If we’re going to be getting married we’re going to have to know about one another, especially if you are going to apply for US citizenship. They make you take this whole long quiz to prove that we’re actually in love.”
Right, in love, Nataliya thought glancing out the window at the people and buildings they were passing by. “I guess, since I already know so much about you. What do you want to know first?”
“Hm,” he thought for a moment, “How about why you decided to marry me in the first place?”
She sighed not turning towards him and continuing to stare out the passenger side window, “Do you want me to be perfectly honest or give you the sugar coated version?”
“Man, that’s a tough one. I guess the sugar coated one wouldn’t kill my ego but the truth’s probably a better thing to a build a relationship off of… so the truth.”
“I had nothing left back home. All there was left was my sister, and she had gone off and started a family years ago. I felt like I was burdening her even if I was living on my own, I still felt like I was dumping all of my problems on her.” She turned her head slightly to watch Alfred’s hands on the steering wheel.
She decided to leave out all the details of the man she had spent the last fifteen years being madly in love with completely destroying any of the hopes and dreams that she had ever had of being with the man she loved. That detail seemed to be too much, it would have crushed him, she knew it. He had mentioned really liking her and a citizen interview (though she hadn’t really thought of whether or not she wanted that).
Nataliya liked Alfred well enough, is she didn’t then she wouldn’t be sitting in his car right now, on the way to the apartment the two would be sharing. And while she wasn’t madly in love with her fiancé, she still didn’t want to crush or burden him with the full details and facts of her broken heart. So she let that stay inside of her, hoping that she could bury it deep enough to forget about.
“Nothing, at all? I mean other than your sister?”
“My career was over, there was nothing I could and nothing that I can do to bring that back.” She said in a low voice.
“Your dancing right? Was your ankle messed up that bad?”
That’s one way of putting it, “I can dance still, just for not nearly as long as is necessary; and not with nearly enough power either. I could be a part of the corps possibly—“ she paused for a moment, “that is the girls that you see in the background… and that would have been a demotion. One I couldn’t maintain.” She sighed again turning to look out of the window.
Alfred placed his right hand on her leg and gave it a little squeeze. “I’m sorry to hear that, but hey it works out well for me, I get a beautiful wife.”
She placed her hand on top of his, unsure of if that was the right thing to do or not. It was her first though and seemed to be the right thing. “You’re right, but I’m sure that you could have gotten one of those in a more traditional way.”
“I’m sure you’re right. But I was tired of looking. I mean yeah I’m good looking, have a good job and all that stuff but for some reason I suck at talking to women. Meeting someone on the internet ready to marry asap just worked out better. Most women like that here are crazy, ugly, or old and it may sound shallow but I don’t want any of them.”
Nataliya removed her hand from on top of his, not sure if she should be offended by that statement or not. It seemed like it wasn’t a very kind thing to say at all. Then again she had just lied to the man when he asked her to give him the truth. But they were both lonely people who had trouble finding what they needed in their homelands.
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Notes: I’m glad to see that you liked it OP and I hope I didn’t disappoint with this update. Anyone have any suggestions at titles I suck at that.
Wow, so many parts in one update! I am really enjoying it. I am really looking forward to seeing the Seychelles and Belarus meeting. Well, at least I assume the sister is Seychelles. Was Belarus a ballerina? How about "Express Delivery Bride" for a title?
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Belarus/Various - Mail order bride
(Anonymous) 2013-06-17 03:32 am (UTC)(link)Bonus 1 - It was her choice to become a mail order bride so she could move somewhere new
Bonus 2 - Belarus ends up falling in love with a friend, relative or neighbor of the person that bought her.
Re: Belarus/Various - Mail order bride
(Anonymous) 2013-06-21 05:41 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-06-21 05:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: Belarus/Various - Mail order bride
(Anonymous) 2013-08-17 09:20 am (UTC)(link)It is cold here and she needed it. She choose herself the country, the man, the destination, her future. She planned all of it very carefuly. He was silent like her. Not needy. It was all very easy to grow acostumed to his ways and preferences: they had the same.
It was all her choice.
What wasn't, was that best friend Norway had. Blond spiky hair, shoulders to rest on to, blue eyes tingling with laughter, smiles lighting up volcanoes in her stomach. It wasn't what she expected coming here. It was meant to be simple. But now...oh now she outdoes herself. The all North can ear her plea when he comes to visit their house.
[i]["He has that effect on people" warned her the man with the pokerface she was supposed to marry.][/i]
She is strong. She made a choice. The Gods are her witness and she can watch the sun set on affections that should be no more. It is hard though. The sun in the winter. She once wished it to be true but she never shone in the first place and she is different, she is a girl, she is an exception.
She made a choice. So why it is so hard now to keep it?
She doesn't care for houses covered in red and painted white stars on their ground. She will not surrender. She will not yield. She left Belarus for a purpose. She doesn't want to fall in love. It's her body who is betraying her. All those moments and kisses against him, in him, with him. She made a choice. Norway sees them, watches her as she tries to put order with that glow in his violet eyes.
[i]["We are way too similar Natalia." he says simply.][/i]
And he is right. Of course he is.
She sees those whose lives have been branded in freedom and independence, so much unlike hers.
[i]["You want him."][/i]
She looks at the wild man standing tall, azurean eyes and fierce posture, and she can see. The maps are redrawing themselves and the choise she was so proud of is shutting its eyes and covering its ears as if that will make the world fall into line.
[i][She puts her hand in Denmark's and it's not quite a smile but there's love in her gesture, something almost forgotten.
"Yes."][/i]
It is too late, she thinks to the sound of her certainty crashing down somewhere behind. A new world is beginning and she will make sure to be part of it.
Re: Belarus/Various - Mail order bride
(Anonymous) 2013-08-17 10:03 am (UTC)(link)It's not quite what anon asked but I did my best and I really enjoy Belarus/Denmark since that Halloween panel so there it is :3.
Re: Belarus/Various - Mail order bride
(Anonymous) 2013-08-29 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)It was nice. I enjoyed reading it.
Untitled 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-29 06:03 am (UTC)(link)She had accepted, after all there was nothing else really holding her back in her homeland so why not make the choice to move thousands of miles away. The man that she had loved for the vast majority of her life would never reciprocate her feelings and her career had ended in a whimper. There was nothing holding her back, other than her older sister, but she had encouraged the whole thing. So with nothing holding Nataliya back and her sister’s blessing she accepted the whole thing and agreed to marry the man.
There was a bounce as the plane landed on runway before slowing down to a complete stop. The people around her gathered up their belongings as the pilot went through his little announcement welcoming them to their destination and to remember their carry-on luggage. Nataliya had waited until after those around her had joined the line of people eager to greet their loved ones before retrieving her small bag and jacket from the overhead and joining the rest of her fellow passengers.
Nataliya walked slowly through the flow of people and quickly grabbed her suitcase from the carousal before exiting the gate. Her eyes scanned the crowd for the face she’d only seen in romantically light restaurants and web cam chats.
“NAT!” She looked around and found him waving his arms in the air holding a sign reading Nataliya Arlovskaya in big glitter letters. She did find it mildly endearing even if the sign had been poorly executed and looked like something an elementary school kid would make. He came running towards her the moment there was a clearing with a huge grin on his face, “I can’t believe you’re finally here!” he pulled her into a tight hug.
Nataliya held back a sigh before letting go of her bag and wrapping her arms around him as well. She laid a little pat on her shoulder before saying in a low voice, “It’s good to see you too Alfred.”
Notes: Sorry if everything is kind of vague more will be revealed next time. *queue spooky music* ConCrit is greatly appreciated (mostly because I like to improve and wrote this at 1 am).
Re: Untitled 1/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-29 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)I am enjoying this so far. Belarus seems in character. I need to see America a bit more before I can give ConCrit for him.
Untitled 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-30 06:34 am (UTC)(link)Nataliya followed his gaze to the bag. She supposed for someone that was moving permanently to another country it did seem like not nearly enough. But she was used to living a Spartan life style out of suitcases for months on end so she’d trained herself to handle the basics. “There are enough outfits for me to go two weeks without laundry.” She stated simply.
“Oh, well, you pack light, I like that! You’re not going to need anything else though?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“I will.” She said as the corners of her lips turned up, “But I can go shopping when the time comes, and once you’ve added me to your credit card account.”
There was an awkward silence that hung in the air between the two of them. Alfred scratched at the back of his neck trying to decide if she was joking or not; Nataliya on the other hand was trying to choose if she should tell him she was kidding. It was true that she would need more money, but it wasn’t like she had plans of maxing out his credit card.
“Right so we were leaving.” Alfred was the first on to speak. He took a better hold of her suitcase then led the way out of the airport and to the parking garage. “I know you’re going to like the apartment, it’s pretty big, and you have to have a pass key to get into the building so it’s safe. My Papa helped me pick out a lot of the furniture, since my old couch was pretty much a piece of crap. Then he was complaining because the new one didn’t go with the rest of the living room so I went and got all new stuff.” He went babbling on leading Nataliya to just quietly walk alongside him. “We’re going to go to dinner with my parents tomorrow.”
“You’re parents?” Nataliya raised her eyebrow, “They know about me?”
“Yeah of course I did. If we’re going to be getting married soon they’re going to have to know about you right?”
“And what exactly did you tell them?” she asked stopping on the spot.
“Just that you were my girlfriend and I wanted them to meet you… I didn’t tell them about how we met or anything though. And I’d rather not tell them,” he looked around the parking structure to see if anyone was watching or listening to them, “we can figure out the exact story once we get in the car.”
She nodded and the two of them continued onto the car. Nataliya was glad to hear that. She may have been the kind of person who acted like she didn’t care about what other people thought of her. She had heard people talk about her in the past and she liked to pretend that that sort of thing didn’t get to her. But if these people were going to be her in laws then she would rather not have anything known to them that they could possibly judge her negatively with. Something told her that they wouldn’t be very fond of the fact that their son was marrying a woman from one of the seedy “Russian Brides Seeking American Men” websites.
“Did you tell them that we’re engaged yet?”
“Naw, I just said you’re my girlfriend and that you were moving in with me. Dad was really bothered by the fact that he and Papa hadn’t met you yet.” She nodded remembering that Alfred was raised by two men. It was one of the first things he had told her after they had met for the first time in person; he was quite concerned with whether or not it was going to be an issue (because that would be a deal breaker for this whole arrangement). It really didn’t bother Nataliya at all, even if her homeland was so against gay rights. “They seem excited though… or well Papa’s excited but he’s French so it’s like a law that he has to be all into that romantic stuff.”
“When will I get to meet your brother and sister?”
Untitled 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-30 06:34 am (UTC)(link)Alfred popped the trunk of the car and tucked her suitcase away. “Whenever Matt can be dragged back into the US, and when Chelle’s back from break, so probably not until Christmas.” slammed the trunk shut and walked around the car to the passenger side holding it open for her, “You do Christmas right?” she nodded sliding into the seat.
He shut the door behind her and went to the driver’s side of the car climbing in. “Do you want the top up or down?”
“Up.”
“Ah man, ok well next stop will be our love nest!” he flashed her one of his dazzling grins before turning on the ignition and backing out. Immediately after the car started up the sound of electric guitar came flowing through the speakers. Nataliya immediately moved to turn it down to a whisper verses the original roar causing Alfred to let out the sound of a disappointed puppy. “That one is a classic!”
“Weren’t we going to talk about what we were going to tell your fathers about us?” she asked hoping that would stop his complaints about the music being turned down. “I think that if I am going to be meeting the two of them tomorrow that we should have this figured out to the point where we’re fully committed to the idea.”
“Yes, right.” Alfred bit his lower lip as the two of them pulled out on to the road. “So what sounds good to you about the whole thing; how about a bar or a night club?”
“I don’t really like to drink though.”
“Ah man, but it’s fun. I’m not much of a bar or club person either so maybe that wouldn’t be the best one to go with. They would probably see right through that one… maybe a friend of a friend?”
“Are we going to have to find someone to agree and get in on that deal with?”
“Well it could be a coworker. My parents don’t know anyone that I work with so it’s not like they can go in and do an investigation. And it’s not like they’re crazy enough to go ahead and do that. I’m positive that you’re going to get along with them fine.”
“I’m sure I will. What have you told them about me though.”
“Not much. Just that you’re gorgeous and that I really like you… And you are and I do so it’s not like I was lying or anything like that. Though I don’t really know much about you, you’re not going to like murder me or anything like that?” Alfred added a little laugh to show that he was joking.
“Well you dominate or conversations so much when the two of us were talking.”
“You could have just told me to shut up. Most people tell me that.”
“Something tells me that you wouldn’t have listened. I’d rather listen more than anything else.”
“You can tell me about yourself now. If we’re going to be getting married we’re going to have to know about one another, especially if you are going to apply for US citizenship. They make you take this whole long quiz to prove that we’re actually in love.”
Right, in love, Nataliya thought glancing out the window at the people and buildings they were passing by. “I guess, since I already know so much about you. What do you want to know first?”
“Hm,” he thought for a moment, “How about why you decided to marry me in the first place?”
She sighed not turning towards him and continuing to stare out the passenger side window, “Do you want me to be perfectly honest or give you the sugar coated version?”
“Man, that’s a tough one. I guess the sugar coated one wouldn’t kill my ego but the truth’s probably a better thing to a build a relationship off of… so the truth.”
“I had nothing left back home. All there was left was my sister, and she had gone off and started a family years ago. I felt like I was burdening her even if I was living on my own, I still felt like I was dumping all of my problems on her.” She turned her head slightly to watch Alfred’s hands on the steering wheel.
Untitled 4/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-30 06:35 am (UTC)(link)Nataliya liked Alfred well enough, is she didn’t then she wouldn’t be sitting in his car right now, on the way to the apartment the two would be sharing. And while she wasn’t madly in love with her fiancé, she still didn’t want to crush or burden him with the full details and facts of her broken heart. So she let that stay inside of her, hoping that she could bury it deep enough to forget about.
“Nothing, at all? I mean other than your sister?”
“My career was over, there was nothing I could and nothing that I can do to bring that back.” She said in a low voice.
“Your dancing right? Was your ankle messed up that bad?”
That’s one way of putting it, “I can dance still, just for not nearly as long as is necessary; and not with nearly enough power either. I could be a part of the corps possibly—“ she paused for a moment, “that is the girls that you see in the background… and that would have been a demotion. One I couldn’t maintain.” She sighed again turning to look out of the window.
Alfred placed his right hand on her leg and gave it a little squeeze. “I’m sorry to hear that, but hey it works out well for me, I get a beautiful wife.”
She placed her hand on top of his, unsure of if that was the right thing to do or not. It was her first though and seemed to be the right thing. “You’re right, but I’m sure that you could have gotten one of those in a more traditional way.”
“I’m sure you’re right. But I was tired of looking. I mean yeah I’m good looking, have a good job and all that stuff but for some reason I suck at talking to women. Meeting someone on the internet ready to marry asap just worked out better. Most women like that here are crazy, ugly, or old and it may sound shallow but I don’t want any of them.”
Nataliya removed her hand from on top of his, not sure if she should be offended by that statement or not. It seemed like it wasn’t a very kind thing to say at all. Then again she had just lied to the man when he asked her to give him the truth. But they were both lonely people who had trouble finding what they needed in their homelands.
Notes: I’m glad to see that you liked it OP and I hope I didn’t disappoint with this update. Anyone have any suggestions at titles I suck at that.
Re: Untitled 4/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-30 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)Wow, so many parts in one update! I am really enjoying it. I am really looking forward to seeing the Seychelles and Belarus meeting. Well, at least I assume the sister is Seychelles. Was Belarus a ballerina? How about "Express Delivery Bride" for a title?
Re: Untitled 4/?
(Anonymous) 2013-08-31 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)