Life as a German (hetalia)

Today

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Saturday, November 14

Today was the day; the day I left my small town in France to live in the cold foreign area known as Russia. Unfortunately this move was against my will. Moving wasn't my choice, in fact I had no say in the matter. From now on, I'll try to keep everything that happens to me in this journal. It was a gift to me from my "orphan mother" as I call her. She's the eldest of us orphans at only 18 years old. I had always admired her; she had long curly brown hair and dazzling hazel eyes. I am sad to know that she is being allowed to stay while the rest of us younger girls are being forced to leave. Before I leave, my Australian shepherd, Aussie, and I plan on taking a walk around. We have a special spot deep in the woods were we like to have lunch, I'll write more when I get there.

Later

It's rather cold, and late. I didn't think it would take very long to get here, but we ran into some trouble on the way here. Brrrrrrr... Ah I wish I would have brought another coat. Right now all I have is a soft blue pull over and a pair of grey skinny jeans with my tan fuzzy boots. It was quite difficult to sneak to this special forest of mine. The area was being guarded by soldiers. Among them was Russia, the mighty nation I've heard so much about; I've finally met him! I have never seen the leader of the large nation until today. I know that may sound odd, "meeting a nation" well actually there's a simple explanation. You see there are these people... Well not actual people but they look like people but are actually the personifications of what we know as our home nation. Every war, drought, or fire- they feel it, they are very kind to their people and usually do what's necessary to protect them. Russia on the other hand, was greedy and evil, or at least that's what the other nations had said. If only you could have seen him; he had "bright eyes filled with strength and power gained through fear and isolation." That's rubbish, the other girls at the orphanage have never even seen this man. He's intimidating, that much is true, but would life really be that bad in Russia? It doesn't matter; I don't want to go.

He was tall, with soft blonde hair and a demanding posture. He was wearing a lilac scarf and a long tan coat that went to about his knees. He also had a weird Aura around him. France, my country's representative, didn't hesitate to give mister Russia what he wanted. I had never seen France like that; I had a personal relationship with him. Nothing like girlfriend-boyfriend relationship, it was more like a big brother little sister kind a thing. To me, France always seemed cool and smooth while being prideful and cautious. Those were the qualities of him that I admired, but behind the intimidation of Russian soldiers, France looked as if he was almost forced to give us up. Yes, that's what he lost, his orphans and me. I watched the kids I had grown up with, line up and get on the train headed to their new cold home.

Even From my spot here in the woods I could clearly see France and Russia's facial expressions. They both knew one was missing; which meant that Russia knew who I was and was not going to take my absence lightly. I refuse to leave to Russia; I don't trust him. It won't be long before someone comes looking for me. Aussie's spotted ears perked up. That's usually a sign, something's about to happen. I hear gunshots, they're getting closer.

Minutes later

I hid myself in a tree; not my greatest move but I'm wearing darkish colors, I should be okay. The sun will set soon; we have to be extremely quiet. Below me and my shepherd are two men in German uniform, on the left, Russia and France.

I'm in huge trouble; if I get caught I'm screwed. I can't even imagine what would happen to me behind the borders of that barbaric country.

"Hon Hon Hon. What are you two doing here-"France began and was cut off. My stomach is tying itself in knots. I'm way to close to whatever this little event is. I'm sure lots of people get this feeling; wanting to throw up or cry when your somewhere you know your not supposed to be.

"Leave." Russia ordered, a sudden stillness capturing the air as no one tried to breathe. Neither of the opposing men left they're position.

The one with blue eyes began to talk, in German of course. I couldn't understand it. Then the one with ruby red eyes perked up and barked something back. Russia nodded and France followed him back to the train, or so I assumed. Either way they were swallowed by the darkness.

Then the German men walked in the opposite direction; When out of the blue, Aussie barked.

"Aussehen!da oben!" (look! Up there!)

Damn.

They found me! I tried to climb higher in the tree, unfortunately the branch broke and I fell from my perch on the stupid tree. But instead of hitting the ground as expected I landed into the arms of the soft blue eyed German. I hid my face in my bleach blonde hair and prayed for help. There were a million things running through my mind at the moment; a million ways to escape, a millions scenarios on how to fight back, even a few plans in which I would be required to act sick and trick them into thinking I was infected or something.

True the faces of these men looked pleasing and careful but there tones were similar to Russia's. only they showed more hardship and loss than his did, this means that they cared, about something at least. I slowly noticed, myself losing consciousness as a hand was placed on my head, were they taking me somewhere or was I dying?