The Lonely Sunflower (Hetalia Russia Story)

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I sit at my desk, staring at the paper that just came through my fax machine.

A world meeting tomorrow? In France? This was the perfect time wasn't it? Everyone was going to be there, especially him. Yes, he was going to be there. The guy who I despise with a burning passion. What other time would I be able to do this with an audience already present? No, an audience wasn't essential to my plan but, well, it was a plus.

I walk away from my desk and peer out my windows, looking upwards at the sky. Clouds had begun to devour the light from the sun above, causing dark shadows to cluster across the land. Maybe this was all due to the reason of my thoughts and plan. Who knows. Whatever the case, I could care less about the weather right now. That held no meaning in comparison of the plan that was rolling through my head.

Yes, it was going to go perfect. I had it all planned out from the timing to the layout of the building and to records of who would arrive first and last. No one could get in my way. After looking and planning, I could clearly tell that I got this in the bag. No one, and I mean no one, will get in the way. I'm going to make sure of it.

What? You are wondering what I'm planning to do? And now you're wondering why I am speaking directly to the reader? It's simple. I have my reasons to hate that horrid nation. Plus, I don't think I need a reason to explain why I am speaking to the reader. Author gave me leeway into doing this. But worry not, I'll leave you alone without my chatter soon. I'm just here to inform you on my reasons for the plan I am about to do.

I hate him. Yes, I hate him. I'm sure you don't need me to explain who I am speaking about. Who else is hated, not only by me? You thought of him, right? Well, whoever you thought of, I am 86% sure that who popped into your head was correct. The reasons for my hatred could stretch across the Earth twice. Listing them would take too long and time like that is something I don't have. Besides, I'm pretty sure you don't wish to read those things either.

Are you wondering who I am?

How silly. No, no I will not reveal who I am yet. I'm sure some of you have your guesses on my identity. Am I a nation? Am I a male? Am I a female? Am I neither? Am I tall? Short? Blonde? Brunette? You can take your case but I sure as hell know I won't give out who I am right now. No, no. You'll have to wait and see.

Oh, and don't even try to attempt to figure me out by how I am speaking. How I am writing this all down. This is on a computer, yes? Therefore, I can make myself sound like anyone I want to. I may misdirect you to the wrong nation only to cover me up. I could make me sound like England or France or even America for all I care. So don't even try interpreting who I am by how I speak or write. Smart, I know. I'm very smart. So, don't waste your time trying to guess.

Ah, well, I'll leave it at this. I must pack up and get ready for my flight to France.

See you soon, Ivan.

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Author's Note:

Wow! An unexpected new chapter because of a deal I made! (You better tell me now. You know who you are)

Besides, I needed to bring "them" up again because "they" are going to take place in the story soon.

I hope I'm not making it obvious...

Anyways,

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