Learn the past of your lover

The first pages

I click my tongue against the top of my mouth when I am waiting for this boring class to be over. It could be any minute according to the clock that was on the wall of the classroom. It didn't really feel like the think was working since the hands barely moved when I looked at it.

I am Ivan Braginsky, I am from Russia or well to be completly correct, I am Russia but that is beside the point now. I was born on 30 December, I don't correctly remember what year anymore. Not that it really matters for a country, to us it is the human age that count and not how long you have been alive in general since almost none of the countries keep counting how old they are.

I have never known my grandparents at all so I can't really say much about them.

Next to none actually. I only know of them that I have the character and most of the looks of my grandfather, most of my genes that make me who I am today are from my mom's side of the family.

I have one older sister and one younger sister. That makes me the middle of the three kids my parents had while they were alive. Which was not long, I think that Belarus was a year or two when they died.

Belarus or Natalia Arlovskaya, whatever you want to call her. I don't mind that much as long as you won't say anything bad about her. Even though she can be very crazy when she is around me. What scares me a lot but in a way I know that she doesn't mean any harm with it.

I also have a big sister named Ukraine, but due to things going on between her country and mine I am not able to see her much. She isn't allowed to talk to me either, her boss said so and my boss thinks the same about that too. I find it sad that they see us as object and with that I mean that they don't think how we as nations would feel when we are seperated from our family.

When the class finally ended, I got up and grabbed all my stuff before leaving the classroom. When I was walking through the halls I hear another pair of footsteps behind me. When I turned around I saw that it was America who was following me.

Now I remember that we had both had to a lady in a small room to change something in our documents. We have graduated years ago but we all have to do a year to refresh the most important things.

The thing is that the papers that the school has are way more outdated than we thought they were. Not a suprise since the last time that knowledge was brushed up and tested was before World war I.

For America it was just a little change in administration, he didn't tell me why though but he said that there were some small mistakes or outdated things that were in his file. When I asked why he would change those small things, he replied that it were small but important things.

And to be completly honest, I don't want to be rememberd or called like that anymore. It was a time where my people had to suffer a lot. They had to work hard and yet they didn't recieve enough money to support their families and I just can't stand seeing something like that.

But than in the middle of World war one there came a change for my country and my people, well not completly my country since it included other living nations. It all started with the Februari revolution, that was the event that set everything into motion.

It was the reason why we had to stop fighting and had to retreat the people who were there at the front, as much soldiers as we could though. Everything in my country was shifting and changing, I knew it because I could see but also feel it. We couldn't continue fighting and the Eastern front dissapeard by that.

As a person I would have wanted to continue fighting. I would have helped out Serbia and do more for him. But in the same time I realised that what was happening maybe was the best for my people, who really needed it. I really hope that he understands that.