@romanianwarrior liked for a starter!
From the start, Natallia didn’t want to be there. She disliked Poland, still sore from the Commonwealth all those years ago, but she had no choice in the matter. Russia forced her to come, so she would and it was not because she wanted to. He wanted her to keep up the appearance of his little guard dog, his right-hand man, and all she wanted to do was slit his throat.
But she was tired. The Second World War had taken 25% of her population, and she had yet to recover after a few years. The Belarus that sat at this first Cominform meeting was skinnier than she should be, paler than usual, and all over sickly looking. A bit of that fire in her eyes had died out as she sat listlessly, staring at the wood table as others filed in. Nation reps, at least for this first meeting, were kept in another room, separate from their politicians as the humans discussed whatever they needed to. Natallia thought her presence here was quite obsolete.
She loathed any and all pitying glances sent her way. It had been like that for years since other nations heard of the devastation she suffered. Natallia ignored it and wished to gouge out the eyes and cut the tongue out of the next person who showed her pity. It made her feel pathetic.
Glancing up from where she sat to the right of Russia, Natallia eyed the room. Not everyone who had a communist party seemed to be there, she wondered if perhaps it was because their communist party wasn’t big enough. ‘How curious,’ she thought tiredly, not caring enough to ask questions. To her left, sat Romania. She gave him a long look before her gaze returned to the table, and she decided to spend her time trying to burn holes into the wood with her glaring gaze.
