Hetalia one-shots <3

Russia

Imagine being a bird, flying for freedom, away from all of the imprisonment

What would it be like to fly? To get away from everything that makes one feel like they are being chained, having their wings clipped and torn away from them? What would it be like to have the wind rush under the silky feathers to lift one higher until they no longer see the ground?

What if, everyone had wings, but their personality determined when they got them, or what they looked like? Would the beautiful personalities have the largest and most beautiful? Or would the pretty faces with ugly personalities have the small wings, torn and unable to fly?

If personalities determined what our wings would look like, how would mine be?

*RING*

The school bell rang, signaling everyone to their next class. 

The daydreaming (h/c) sighed, hoping no one noticed her jump at the bell, or even daydreaming at that. But, she didn't really need to worry about that. No one remembered she was there, almost like her old friend Matthew Williams back in elementary. He lived in the same area as (y/n) did, but then he and his family moved to Canada. She didn't know what happened to them since.

Grabbing her things she ran out the door, dodging all of the people standing in the middle of the hallway, couples having face battles, and the annoyingly slow walkers that took up the entire hallway.

(y/n) groaned, barely managing to slip past all of the people without being caught by them. Who are they? Well, it would have been the typical bullies, but no. Not this time. It would be her ex-friends.

(Friend 1), (friend 2) and (friend 3).

She didn't know what she did to make them hate her one day, but she wanted to know. She just didn't have the courage to go ask.What would be the point if they could just ignore her anyway? She didn't talk. She never really has. Only once has she talked and she swore to never do it again. Why? Well, memories are one hell of a thing...

-Flashback-

"Dammit, what the hell happened!" Yelled her drunken father, throwing glass everywhere. From picture frames, to vases, and even beer bottles.

(y/n) and (sibling name) just stood there, terrified of what may have happened if they decided to say anything while he was in this state.

"Tell me you worthless insects! Dammit, tell me or you will wish you never existed."

Minutes went by and still not a word. If they told him the truth, he wouldn't have believed them anyway, if they lied, well... that would just be bad anyway.

"Silent huh? I know you can talk.. or should I make it to where you can't?" He threatened, grabbing (y/n)'s collar and forced her against the wall.

"One last chance (y/n). Tell me or I swear i'll break you."

Shivering, she thought she only had one chance.

"I-it wasn't us! I-I swear. O-one of the n-neighbor kids t-threw a ball and it cr-crashed into the t.v!" She said, whimpering out the truth while trying to pull her fathers hands off her throat.

"Liar! I told you not to lie to me!" He spat, giving one punch to her throat, enough to make her wheeze, but not hard enough to kill her.

"I'm heading back out. When I come back, you better have this mess cleaned up." he growled, slamming the door shut and left (sibling name) to comfort (y/n) and soothe her aching vocals.

-End Flashback-

Sighing she finally managed to make it to her next class. Russian. 

She and everyone else was very confused to why she had taken an oral class when she never spoke. All in all, she wanted to take Sign Language, but unfortunately the class was full.