What's Up With These People and Curls? {My Hetalia Fanfic}

Prologue

Hi, I'm Maria Johnson. I've lived in a small house with my sister and abusive mom for a while. I'm not sure how I started living with the Johnson's but, boy, I sure know that I don't belong. As far as I know, I have darker skin then my mom and my, now dead, dad and sister, and my mom is blonde and my dad was red along with my sister while I have black hair. I'm nothing like my family.

My dad died of illness when I was around 11 and my sister was a newborn. We couldn't afford the money right after my mom had my sister, Julian. She loves me as if I were her actual older sister and shares the same burden as I do, our mom.

I'm basically a maid and toy to "mom". I haven't gone to school since dad died so I've had to teach myself everything I know now and I had to be the teacher to my sister. "Mom" didn't want to bring us to school and have teachers suspect something with all the brusises that my sister got but, for some reason, my brusises wouldn't, I guess, stay a while! She also couldn't afford it. I've taught each of us a lot and are a little smarter then our generation.

One day, while "mom" was drunk, she was calmer then usual so I decided to ask her where dad and she found me. I doubt I would get the truth out of her because she was, well, drunk! She told me that she found me when I was a little baby on the side of the road in a basket and I was wearing a white dress and in my small hair that was in a cute little braid was kept up in a cute little blue bow and a barrette that keeps my hair out of my face on the right side of my face. The same one I wear to tie my hair back, in fact!

I one day started thinking of a plan to escape. I was stealthy enough to steal 5 dollars from my "mom" every week and saved up a good $35! With that money I saved up and my purse packed, I picked up my 5-year-old sister bridal-style and ran away in the middle of the night...