Headcanon:
Russia knows of no other childhood besides suffering and torture. He was raised with blood-shed, tears, loneliness, and pain. Someone murdered was just a daily occurence. Blood was used as ink everyday. Coldness and darkness were always there, and loneliness was always with him.
He knew that he was creepy and that people feared and hated him. It hurt for him to know this, but he tried to hide his emotions with a smile. He wanted people to love him. He wanted people to stay with him and comfort him when he needed it most. He wanted people to show him companionship. He wanted people to see him as normal and talk to him because they wanted to, not from fear or pity.
All he wanted, all he has ever wanted, is a friend.
What I think:
*crys* I'll be Russia's friend! It's not fair that he doesn't have one ;-;
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~K.
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