"She might have read his mind as she turned to him. 'This may be a surprise to you, to learn this especially from me. But I love my Brother, more than anything in the world, and I would do what it takes to make sure he is happy and back to himself.' She gulped with great difficulty, as if swallowing glass shards. 'Even if it means asking for your help...'"
Belarus enlists America to put a smile back on Russia's big-nosed face. By wearing French maid dresses. He would have said no, but try telling that to a maniac with a knife. That and playing the hero card.
Being a hero is hard. It's hard, and nobody understands.
"America jostled himself from his thoughts, blinking rapidly. Thankfully only England noticed him not listening during the meeting, who was mouthing to him to pay attention and jabbing at his own notes. He tossed an apologetic shrug to the older nation and was sure it looked completely insincere, but at the moment he didn't care.
Because apparently he could picture himself banging that commie.