Hetalia Headcanons

Russia Headcanon 2

Russia got his scar on his neck from the time he was known as the Tatar Yoke, he hides it beneath his scarf and bandages because every time he sees them it reminds him of how weak he once was and how much pain he suffered under Mongolia's rule.
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Russia looks into the mirror and stares with dead eyes at his white scar that lay upon the front of his neck. He traces a finger across his scar and shudders at the touch, memories attack his subconscious reminding him of when he was under Mongolia's rule.

"N-No please! PLEASE STOP!" Russia begged as he was dragged by the collar of his shirt by Mongolia who was now taking him to his basement, Mongolia threw Russia onto the cold stone slate ground and locked the door behind him. Mongolia walked down the small staircase and leant down to Russia's level.

"you see what is around us child?" Mongolia says, Russia looked around shaking violently as he saw all the torture devices strung against walls hanging from the ceiling and ones that lay on the ground.

"These will be used on anyone who disobeys me... Including you... Russia" The name said was laced in venom as Mongolia glares at Russia with cold eyes.

"S-Sir I'm s-sorry about the bread I was hungry I-I'm sorry!" Russia sobbed.

"You know my rules you wrench!" Mongolia snapped, "you stole from me and now you must get your punishment!" Mongolia says kicking Russia in the stomach.

Russia cried in agony as he already could feel a bruise forming under his skin.

"However..." Mongolia began, Russia bit his lip to stop his groans of pain and he looked up at Mongolia who towered over him.

"It would be a nuisance to have a servant who won't be able to do there jobs for an entire week..." Mongolia says.

"Thank you sir thank you!"

"That doesn't mean you won't be getting a punishment"

Russia's eyes grew wide as Mongolia pulled out a small pocket knife and looked at it with anticipation.

"Be good now my little Russian" Mongolia brought the knife to Russia's neck.

Russia slipped out of his subconscious and back into reality, Russia inhaled with a shudder and let his hand drop to his side.

"That was long time ago..." Russia says opening a cabinet and reaches for some bandages.

"I am stronger now... yes... stronger" Russia doubted his own words, he looked at his neck now covered bandages.

"They are like hands, they wont leave my neck"

Grabbing his scarf and wrapping it tightly around his neck, he felt comfort.

Finally he left the room with his mask. The only protection he needed.