APH Unlikely Acquaintance Pt.1

Knock, knock
  "Ugh; who could it possibly be?" said America who reluctantly paused his Xbox and got up from his comfortable video gaming chair to answer the door.  "…Hello?"  Much to his surprise (and horror) an unlikely female was standing in front of him.  "OH! B-Belarus!?" the young man jumped out of his skin a little.
  The beautiful little lady, named Belarus was glaring up at America.  She was wearing a large scarf that covered her mouth, making it even creepier. Now you may be thinking, 'what kind of man would be afraid to see a pretty girl?" well, Belarus wasn't just any girl.  She was an insane girl.
  Belarus was the creepy little sister of America's creepy enemy, Russia.  See, America highly disliked the way Russia ran his country, and how he had control over other countries, too.  This caused a huge dispute between the two that lasted for almost 40 years.  But the young nation had won this argument and forced Russia to break away from the countries he had control over, one of them being Belarus.  But Belarus did not want to leave her brother.  She was infatuated with him.  It is…fairly disgusting actually, at least that's what America thinks.
  So anyways, she glared up at him, he stared down at her.  "Err…can I help you?" the blond boy asked.  She just grunted at him in response.  "Okkaaaayy…well! You must be cold standing out here, want to come inside?" He suggested, stepping aside to allow her in.  The girl stepped into the house, which America had forgotten for a moment was a complete pig sty.  He nervously grinned as he quickly threw the dirty boxers that were on the couch onto the floor.  "Welcome to my humble abode!"
  Belarus made a face and cautiously took a seat on the couch (you know, the spot where the underwear wasn't.)  America wasn't quite sure what to do next.  So he improvised.  "How 'bout some coffee?  Want some coffee?"  
"No."
"O.K.! Coffee it is!"
"…"
  America rushed into the kitchen, hastily threw some coffee grounds into a cup and started boiling some water.  He then, as quietly as possible, slipped into the back porch connected to his kitchen, pulled out his phone and dialed a number.  
" 'Ello-?"
"ENGLAND!"
"W-what, America?  What in bloody-"
"HELPHELPHELPHELP"
"CALM DOWN! STOP INTERRUPTING ME, YOU GIT! Now, what's wrong!?
"F-for some reason, B-Belarus is at my house!  She just showed up at my doorstep and didn't even tell me why she's here!"
"…America, you are aware that she's there because your bosses made an arrangement for you two to have a diplomatic relation, right?  So that you can get her to be a democracy?"
"PFFF- YEAH RIGHT! If my boss was going to do that, he would have told me first!" America pointed out but then remembered something.

---last week---
  "Aw, bro! I totally got that zombie! No fair!" America exclaimed as he lost yet again at Left 4 Dead when his cell phone rang.  "Yo! Sup, boss?" the boy asked.
"America, I need to tell you that Belarus will be under your care and you will allow her to stay at your house.  It would be nice if you could try and convince her to become a democracy."
"Woo!  That's great!"
"You mean you'll do it?  That's nice to hear, goodbye." The President hung up the phone.
"Yes! Take that zombie!  Were you saying something boss? …Boss? Oh well."
---

"…oops" America said quietly.
"You idiot."
"ENGLAND HELP ME!"
"Nope, you're on your own."  The British man replied and slammed down the phone.