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KnifeJuggler!Belarus x Norway Chap. 2Natalia sat on the side, her knees pulled close to her chest. She watched her older sister, Yeketerina, shakily climb up the ladder to begin doing flips in the air, only to grab a small swing to catch herself.KnifeJuggler!Belarus x Norway Chap. 2 by XxWRWxX
She shivered. How could her sister do that all day? Then again... She juggled knives, which was another pretty horrific trick to do.
Another thought passed through her mind. Where was Lukas? Wasn't he supposed to show up?
Natalia's head then snapped up as she heard a squeal from the entrance. She stood up, racing to the scene.
She stopped, seeing a man with golden blonde hair and beautiful lavender purple eyes, struggling in Ivan's tight grasp.
"Oh kolkolkol, make one more noise and this isn't going to be–" He stopped, his eyes following Natalia's figure.
Natalia wasn't scared of Ivan, her big brother, unlike the rest of them. She whirled her body around, grabbing one of the knives she dropped on the ground while dashing to the scene.
She held it up, her lips pressed together f
KnifeJuggler!Belarus x Norway Chap. 1Natalia stood in the center of the ring, all 500 pairs of eyes following her. She lightly pulled one knife out of the sheath. Her other hand reached for the other knife. It was not long until she began juggling at least three knives now, every few seconds the ring leader, Ivan, would toss one knife into the mix.KnifeJuggler!Belarus x Norway Chap. 1 by XxWRWxX
Natalia's dark cerulean deep blue eyes followed the knifes, carefully juggling them all. She focused, letting herself drown in concentration to the point where she could not hear the gasps and claps. She let all the knifes fall in her hands, not making a single cut.
She bowed, sheathing each of the knives back. She had the smallest smile across her pink lips, not a real one, but a fake one. A smile that everybody believed to be real. Except, a man named Lukas. He and his family would come to every show the circus had been holding.
Natalia spotted him, gazing into his unreadable and dull blue midnight eyes. She stayed in her spot, still.
Until she whipped around, walking out
The Approaching Curve - NorBelaThe Approaching Curve - NorBela by SharkkBait
Natalia and Lukas were driving through the sheets of darkness, the headlights of the Belarusian's navy automobile illuminating just enough to see 30 feet in front of them. They had been driving down the same straight stretch of road for a bit more than a half hour, never having to turn the steering wheel even 2 degrees.
Subconsciously, their eyes watched the barren rocks of the mountain pass them by, not daring to make eye contact. You could say things had been tense for the two lately. A few words slipped, confessions spilled. They had been walking on glass with each other all ready; it was obvious it wouldn't last much longer.
That's how they ended up here, in Natalia's car, leaving the house they had bought together behind to rejoin their families and part ways.
The soft revving of the engine was the only soundtrack playing as they drove, the near silence extremely deafening. Lukas clicked the radio on, fate seeing to it that their song played. Neither one was going to turn it off.
Mine- NorBelaDear Lukkas,Mine- NorBela by SharkkBait
God, I don't know how to start
Thinking back, farther than I usually let myself, I remember the day I first layed eyes on you. It was the first day of first grade, in Art class. By then, everyone had started to fear me. Everyone took a seat, and you were the only one brave enough to sit down next to me. I knew I wasn't the nicest, and I'm stubborn as hell, but you sat there the whole year, and we actually got some good conversations in because of it. I remember when you made a macaroni picture of me to make me feel better one day I still have it. You were my only friend back then, everyone else was too afraid to talk to me. And when you moved away in second grade I was alone. Slowly, I became accustom to that feeling. A few years later, when we were in college, I met you again in the small restaurant you worked at
I don't know if you recognized me then, but I sure as hell recognized you. I remembered your smile, the way you always parted your ha