Hetalia Headcanons

The Misunderstood Nations

Russia, the country who just wanted control in his life with a messed up family and constant torment from fellow nations, once a slave to many, lonely and forgotten to the world. When he finally gains control, he gave everyone a taste of their own medicine but he could never quench his loneliness, for it shall stay forever. He can never be complete because he never was in the first place. A heart for a heart but instead a soul, General Winter is never fair.

England, the country who only wanted a family, his own never accepting him for who he was, so many invasions, so many changes, a freakish hybrid to many, what was he? Where did he belong if he was a mix of some many things? If he couldn't have a family he would make one of his own, to give love that he never received himself only to be left alone once more, his miseries soak into his skin like rain down a drain.

Sealand, the "country" who won't last long, he tries to live life to the fullest, to live his dreams only for them to be crushed daily. The ocean cage holds him to his impending doom. Some days he aches, aches like an old man because of his steel foundations slowly rusting away. No amount of repairs will sustain him for long, if you replace all the old parts of a car is it still the same car?

America, the country living a lie, He knows freedom cannot be attained, he is considered the strongest but the truth is he is the weakest of them all, freedom means happiness...? Lots of money can give you happiness right? To buy anything you want? Crippling debt says otherwise. The counties watch him like a hawk, his fake facade must always be contained, but what if it spills over? Many say they love America but he believes all people see are his pockets. If he was to fall he would be torn apart.

Prussia, the retired nation who only wants to be useful again, he feels like a parasite to many, the closer he gets to death eventually the people he loves stop spending time with him out of desire but instead out of obligation. He doesn't want to die and he hates pity. When no one is spending time with him it is because everyone has something to do other than himself. Death will not be the true end of him but rather the thought that his death won't matter to anyone because he has long gone past his expiration date. When can an old dog ever learn new tricks if people give up on it before it can do so?