The dark history

2. Lonely Russia

Good day!

I was just inspired by a random Hetalia "dear diary" about Russia. I really like the character and I really wanted to write something about him.

This story:

No time-set, just Russia being sad for everyone thinking that he's a bad guy.

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It was an another snowy and dark night in the middle of winter. Russia was walking home by himself. The snow fell down on him and melted immediately. He was smiling his childish smile with an empty look on his face.

"Commie bastard."

"What are you, a psycopath!?"

"Get away from me, you creep!"

"Why are you here?"

It wasn't like he was trying to be mean. He wanted friends. Everyone else got along pretty easily. They talked with each other, they helped each other, they fought with each other and they... they were friends.

But.

Every time he opened his mouth, everyone went all quiet. It hurt to be called names. He didn't look like it, of course. He just covered it up with a sweet smile. But it hurt him.

What was bad about communism? Weren't people supposed to be accepting? Didn't they go on and on about how open-minded they are? Then why couldn't they accept him?

Why was he a psycopath? How was he a psycopath? For wars? For ending so many lives? Yes. He did fight and he had ended lives. But there is no such thing as a country who hadn't killed anyone.

Why was he a creep? He just wanted to be friends. And he did apologize if they were very suprised. What was the problem? What made him a creep? What was it that made him so creepy and disgusting, while there were people and countries that did the same thing and weren't called creeps?

Why was it bad that he was there? He was a country too. He wanted to have friends. He simply wanted to be a part of this society, so why couldn't he be there? Why wasn't he accepted as one? What did he do? He didn't want to be defined by his past. He wanted to be accepted for who he was today. He had changed, why didn't they see that?

He wanted friends. He wanted to laugh with his friends. He wanted to help his friends. He wanted to be helped by his friends. He wanted to argue with his friends. He wanted to make up for it later. He just wanted friends. He wasn't a bad guy. He was just... different.

Russia sighed. He hadn't realized before, but he had stopped. He raised his head and looked into the dark sky. Big snowflakes were still falling from the sky, looking like dust from his perspective. A small wind passed by, making the snow dance for a few seconds. Russia smiled again.

Something was opened or closed inside him. He was Russia. He had been alone for a long time and he could still be alone. He was strong. He didn't necessarily need anyone else. The others could help him if they wanted to. But he didn't need anyone. He was fine by himself.

Besides, he would get friends when everyone came one with mother Russia.

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Thank you for reading!

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