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BelarusxFem!Reader 552

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You watched the blonde walk by. These meetings were the only thing that sparked life in your skin. Your master America grins at you and whistles slightly pointing over at the platinum blonde.

"Belarus is quite the looker eh,552?"

You nod quietly handing America his suitcase. You were a genetically altered human who had donated themselves to science. It resulted with you becoming a cyborg. Many of your bones were replaced with metal in a painless procedure. America had seen your value and asked you to accompany him as a personal bodyguard.

"(F/N)?"

You look up at your name being whispered by America. Your gaze falls on the hand trying to pull the handle of the suitcase from your grip. You slowly release it.

"Sorry."

He grins lopsidedly and sits down. The meeting starts off with America clearing his throat and setting up the blueprints of yourself.

"Now, we have all been trying and failing to make our citizens stronger and healthier to avoid disease."

His speech means nothing to you. You're busy watching a certain pale country. She chews on a pen cap nodding slightly and taking notes on the meeting. Her blue eyes are sparkling under the bright lights. Strands of platinum hair are blown by the fan making you want to brush them away.

"Isn't that right 552?"

You freeze. What was he asking? Your gaze rakes over the display showing a chart with several terms you couldn't understand.

"Y-yes sir."

The countries all stare in awe at you raking their gazes over you. Your gaze locks with Belarus's and you swiftly look away feeling a blush settle on your face.

"Alfred, there is a flaw in your design though. It's fatal really. You have designed her with a lightweight metal bone structure but the skin is still susceptible to injury isn't it?"

Belarus's gentle tone catches your attention as you look at your skin. 'What's wrong with it? Does she think it's not pretty? She has such pretty skin though!'

"Actually my scientists explained it to me. It turns out the skin is an organ and replacing would actually make it harder for many natural human reactions to occur."

You'd never heard Alfred talk so smart before and it kind of caught you off guard.

"What reactions would we be missing exactly?"

"M-Miss Belarus, it's not only that but...the procedure could have killed me or been painful and as a citi-"

"Reactions to their partner's touch, nerve reactions to danger, hot and cold, you know things we need to know, Natasha."

The rest of the countries all jump into loud arguing over if risks are worth it or not and those reactions being needed or not. You slowly step back into the shadows before being dragged out by China.

"She is still human and it is important for anyone to be able to feel aru!"

"Ja, but if ve vere to develop an ability to render zhe skin insignificant zhen our citizens could avoid skin cancer und also major burns!"

Germany grabs your other arm and tugs you to run a finger over your arm.

"If she got into a fire vouldn't it melt her skin off to zhe bone?!"

The others break back into argument. Austria yells at Germany while Britain and France argue everyone ever getting closer to examine you in detail. Spain grabs you next.

"You would honestly want to deform her pretty skin?! We need our citizens to still have human elements but be less susceptible to injury and illness!"

Left and right they argue tugging at your arms while America tries to calm them down. You see silver fly past your head and hear a gunshot. Everyone grows quiet. Belarus stands on a table with a small pistol smoking in one hand and a knife in the other.

"BE SILENT ALL OF YOU!"

She brushes a lock of long platinum hair behind one ear and steps onto Norway and Denmark's heads before jumping onto the ground.

"You are all having good ideas but leave the poor girl alone. She is just here as an example of what can be succeeded thus far and you are all being rude."

She puts the gun away and pets your head.

"You will all be apologizing to Miss...Miss..Uh..."

"(F/n), my name is F/n)."

She nods and puts the knife away before grabbing your hand. She holds it out in front of her.

"You will all be apologizing to Miss (F/n) right now."

The group mumbles out apologies in languages unrecognizable to yourself. The delicate girl nods satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. She lets go and walks over to America murmuring in Russian swiftly and handing him a few slips of paper.

You sit down by America as the meeting continues. The discussions basically the same argument as before. After several hours under the watchful gazes of America and Belarus the meeting comes to an end. Taking the elevator down America clears his throat and looks at you.

"(F/n) I'm going to have to ask you to do something I really don't feel comfortable with asking. It's just that well, me and Belarus are trying to get along a bit better and she feels that if she got to know our culture she would. To put it plainly she wants you to go live in Belarus for a while to observe your procedures results and to learn about our culture."
F/l is first letter.
So basically you are a genetically altered human.
Isn't that interesting?
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