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You and me , you and me , you and me; for how long did I know you ?
My true mother hid in her brother's shadows , a great empire who knew me as land only , seemed to force the maids to wrap the finest silks and lace around me only to the luxuries of royal balls ...
You were the man wearing the the ancient suits , the civilised talks , the base to my ever growing reign as a superpower .
I fled the the greatest shadows of darkness into the light of freedom with the help of grandfather , who will uncover the tale that ends him all . My mother excited with my grand achievements, kept close touch with me , even in the great war...
1917...you were gone , out of my trembling hands ... you had plans for you and I and Alaska will be mine. Too soon , too soon .
Now a core member of the past bellows its new Russian tune , one strong, one more great, one who killed him: the Russian empire sang his final melody.
Communism seemed to run through his veins trespassing my land my territory, passing my newer states on , closer to him than ever before.
Our ideologies , our fates we were never meant to be. Never wanted to.
His father was ancient, he could had passed down his wisdom, but you seem to do a better job, so I would let you be.
We split countries as if it was all a dream , or more a nightmare. It feels all a game to me...
"𝓐𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽..."
I hated myself for feeling like that , the agony in my chest was not hate but something more , just for that communist skyscraper.
The cold wars felt all too quick , too quick and he vanished...
Watching him crumble, snapping little by little, his blood trickled down his mouth, eyelashes closed effortlessly on the crimson smooth skin, I loved him , I used too...
Now I only see one familiar face, and a dozen more .
He adopted more than 10 children , only one as his own or should I change the word "his" ?
My dear Russia , he was adorable when he was born , and now look at him a great power , but not as strong as his mo-
" So you are the mother of Russia ? " E.U questioned, interested of the whole situation.
A sudden blush of red ran her face , " Hey It wasn't my fault!"
" Wait what!" Sicily interrupted .
" Uh fine here we are go ." The redness seemed to be staying there .
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" Hey ..?" I knocked the door not realising the fact that it was already open , as it creaked.
Hefty , musky scents of alcohol ( to be specific vodka) swept the air, was clean, crisp, or mildly earthy .
" Look you missed the the meeting and I had to send a short summary, is there anyone here ?"
Well guess not I thought glancing to the vodka bottles stacked higher than the pyramids of Giza ( something my mother couldn't take to the British museum) ...
I cautiously peeped through the gaping hole through the door, squeaking like a mouse .
Mumbles and little groans came from USSR, chugging vodka as if it was plain water .
"Hey! I know I kinda hate you but you can't die on me by drinking!"
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" Don't go there !" Sicily wailed " I'm too innocent for that !"
" So ye were you forced or wanted to...?" EU followed on .
"Uhh.. he was drunk ?" America noted trying to pass the blame to a dead soul.
" Soo.. you're a widow who had a child with your previous enemy, and you miss him ?" Sicily summarised , quite unsure of the whole situation.
" Ehh Yeah ?"
" United States of America!" Uk screamed , holding a borrowed baguette from her French companion, charging towards her.
" Oh SH-"
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Heya there thanks for reading! I'm kinda rubbish at this but it kinda works ? Oh well hoped you enjoyed here's a short story about when Russia finds a letter from Ame about the truth.
He emptied the drawers, dusting the pictures and china pots that his father owned .
He was alone, always was .
Raised to be the heir to his father's throne of land , his true son looking ; at the star pendant his mother asked his father to give to him , engraved with a 50 on it .
Snow blanketed the vodka bottles lobbed outside, he pushed the bed on the side dust ; seemed to engulfed with a thick layer of cobwebs and dust .
Eww he thought as he brushed it away , a piece of paper address to Russia himself .
To Russia,
It's your mother , I- I just wanted to say that if you ever wanted to know what happened then read on please...
I loved you , so small so adorable; you took my eyes , I wish I took you in but no one would allowed it , but you never know they might have. I wanted to say that you should be grateful for your father and appreciate him a bit more . But he's gone , I loved him too ...
From America- meet me anytime xx
"What ! This this , is ...I will find the truth!"