There once was an angel with wings that were the purest of white. The other angels envied him because of his wings. One day they grabbed him as he slept, tore feathers from his wings and cast him from heaven. As he fell his wings burned and became black like the night sky. For a while he roamed the earth, searching for some way to get back home. However, during his time on earth be became tainted by the evils of the world. He also fell in love. The girl was more beautiful than any he had seen, she was promised to death though. He spent as much time with her as he could before her untimely death. Once she died he could not find the motivation to go home so he continued to wonder the earth. He fell in love many times but they all left him, he put on a fake smile so no one could see his pain. They called him the angel of death, because all he could do perfectly was destroy happiness.
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Russia Writing
FanfictionSome short paragraphs from the POV of aph Russia from Hetalia. Most are sad.