Belarusian Stereotypes..

A light shiver made it's way down your spine, as you felt someone's cold eyes peircing through your skin straight into your heart. Of course, there was only one person who could do that to you, and that was Natalia. She was...quite..different..in a few ways. Like she was always begging and trying to force Ivan into marrying her. Apparently she liked knives aswell, but in all honesty you didn't seem to care. You were utterly attracted to her, but that didn't mean she still didn't scare you.
"H-hi Natalia." you whimpered slowly, seeing her glare at you, as if she were about to just pounce at any second.
"Hello." her accent made you swoon. "What are you doing?"
The thoughts of her beautiful accent disappeared when she came closer, as your breath began to quicken. As she looked over your shoulder you gulped.
"Can I ask you some questions?" you ask quietly, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Heck, you just hoped she wouldn't kill you.
"Hmm, sure I guess." she sounded a little calmer than before, which was a good start.
With that, you turned towards the computer screen and clicked on the site you were just at.
In all odds, you were looking up Belarusian stereotypes, and hoped to find out if they were even true or not..however you might not even get that far if you pissed her off to much.
"First question." you prepared her. "Are all Belarusian people highly educated and well spoken?"
There was a short silent, before you heard Natalia clear her throat.
“Of course we are dimwit.” she huffed, putting her hands on her hips, in a way that made it sound like she way lying.
Smirking while she wasn't looking, you continued.
“Is is true Belarusians are called 'White Russians'-AHH.”
She pounded her fist into your head making you let out a shout of pain. Rubbing your head while you whined a little. She had a pretty hard hit..
“That is not correct. We are Belarusians.”
“Okay okay..” you sighed, scrolling down a little more.
Suddenly you burst out laughing, causing Natalia to step back and raise an eyebrow.
“What is it you idiot?”
Without thinking about who was there, you just blurted out:
“Belarusian people eat a lot of potatoes?!” the rest was filled by laughter.
Without knowing, Natalia turned a light shade of pink before crossing her arms.
Suddenly, you felt your shirt being pulled and suddenly Natalia grabbed you by the collar and pulled you in close to her face.
“Do we now?” she sounded like you already knew the answer, which you didn't.
Being so close to her face..you could..NO.
You felt her grip your collar loosen while she huffed.
“That's why I was asking you..”
“WHY?” she then pushed you against the wall, bringing a sudden pain into your back.
“I wanted to talk!” you blurted out again.
The next thing you knew, she let you go, however you on the other hand had no idea what was going on, and leaned forward into her, accidentally pressing your lips to hers.
For a moment it actually felt quite pleasant, until you felt her pull away and slap you.
“Idiot!” she shouted, stepping back a little.
“Sorry..”
For an instant, something ran through her, and she dropped the knife she was holding, (Where that come from???) she pulled you into another kiss.
Instantly, you kissed back, however dominating it easily. Pulling away for a breath, she smirked only a little. Her personality quickly changed back, when she rested her arm on your shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze, causing you to descend into the ground. Dammit pressure points.
“AHH what was that for??”
She leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“That was for the first time..but this-”
Before you knew it..she was kissing you..again!
Her lips were soft and sweet, while she carefully massaged the area on your shoulder that was your weak point.
As you parted for the third time, she looked into your eyes, causing that 'piercing of the soul' feeling to come back.
“Your a good kisser.” she said while giving a creepy smile. “I'll keep you.”