The Lonely Sunflower (Hetalia Russia Story)

Hate me?

"Huh? I am not of the understanding. What are you all doing here?"

Russia stared at his fellow allies in complete confusion. At first, he thought he was having a friendly chat with England, but now he was being stood up by his "friends".

The Allies all stood by each other's side, staring up at the large nation with a look of seriousness and fear. They had a feeling Russia would pull one of his "punishment" tricks on them. None of them wanted to get hurt, nor hurt him. But how could they tell him such news... without anyone being harmed? This is Russia after all.

"We wanted to confront you, man." America said, stepping forward. "Dude, you may deny it but it's true. You have issues." Russia frowned. America continued. "You hurt people! You nearly blew off my head when i disagreed to become one with you! That's wrong, man. Plus, you're scaring your own people. They're all fearful of their own country. You gotta cool down, bro. Violence isn't always the answer, you know." England stared at America with a look of surprise.

Did those strong words really come out of that little bugger's mouth? For once, he's helping assess a situation correctly and without any of his narcissist none sense. 

Russia gave the american an innocent stare. His voice was soft and quiet.

"You are hating me?"

None of the nations spoke. How could they answer that question? If this wasn't a serious situation, America would've blurted out a lame joke but now wasn't the time. Russia noticed their hesitation. A look of faint hurt crossed his face, but was immediately replaced by anger.

"You are hating me." He looked at the others. France stepped forward next.

"Non, mon ami. We are not hating you." He spoke in a shaky voice, to England's surprise. "We are trying to help you." Russia stiffened.

"Helping me? There is nothing wrong with me." France gave a nervous chuckle.

"Russia, please. Listen to us." France held up his hands in a calming manner. "You hurt people. I know you are aware of that. You cannot do this anymore. You must stop." Russia shook his head.

"Nyet. I am not doing anything of the wrongness." Russia glared. "You should not be saying that to me."

"Dude! Just stop already." America shouted, turning cold when Russia's attention turned towards him. "You're cruel and mean and just creep the hell out of everyone! Just stop with the violence and abuse, man. And don't threaten me to do anything." This comment caused an outburst of agreeing statements from the others.

"Oui, I would never agree if I had a gun held up to my head!"

" Yes, for once I agree with America. Stop it with the threats and bloody 'magical pipes'."

"Aiyah, for once we agree with something-aru. Russia, you too mean. Stop being such a bully-aru."

His fellow allies threw, what he believed, insult after insult at him, and all Russia did was stare and listen. He did not believe a word they were saying. Him a bully? Him being cruel? That did not seem right... did it?

I'm not being mean... I am just doing what it right... If they are of disobedience, I must punish... If they do not cooperate, I must use force.... That is the right thing to do...

The Allies' complaints and opinions seemed to be endless. When one person stated themselves, another person added on. Their voices surrounded Russia, engulfing him. None of them realized his frightened breathing and horrified stare. Silently, he begged for them all to stop. He wanted to get out of here. He wanted to go back home. He did not want to be hurt anymore. Why did they all hate him? Why are they saying these things? What had he done wrong? What's...happening?

"Sh-Shut up.." He whispered. No one heard him. Suddenly, overwhelmed with the current situation, he raised his hand and swiped in front of him, letting out a scream, "Stop!"

What happened next, all came out in a daze. A sudden cry rang out in the room, causing everyone to silence at once. Something... or someone had made contact with Russia's blow when he ordered everyone to cease speaking. Looking down, he saw the shaking body of China, who held a trembling hand to his bleeding cheek. All standing nations stared at Russia in shock and fear. He just hit China. No one ever hit China.

Russia stared at China and then back at his hand, which was still tingling from hitting his elder country. No one spoke. France dropped to his knees and helped China up. China leaned against France, still dazed from the sudden blow.

"Ch-China?" Russia managed to say. China flinched at his voice and gave him a glare. The look he gave Russia was pure hate. Russia's heart dropped. China was the only person he considered to be a true friend. He was the only one who didn't shudder at his presence. He was the only one who managed to hold a real, calm conversation with him. And now that one person was giving him a look of dislike, trembling at the sight of him. Now, Russia felt completely alone.

Before anyone could say anything, Russia stormed out of the room and out of the building. The Allies stood in uneasy silence, all deciphering what happened. China, still holding a trembling hand to his throbbing cheek, watched Russia go.

This plan did not go well, aru.  Did we make it worse for us... or for Russia?