*I do not own Hetalia*

Freedom

1915-

"Armenia", Turkey spat my name out like it left a bad taste. His eyes said it all. He planned to get rid of me. All the signs were visible. First killing 300,000 of my people in the 1880's and then start of the deportations. But I never seemed strong enough to make a stand.

"Why are you doing this", I sobbed as he forced me to watch his people shoot down mine. That's how it had been like for the past year. Only at that time less than one million of my people out of three remained.

"You were being a brat", he forced me to spin around. I was too weak to fight back even as he lifted up his sword. In one slick movement he sliced my back diagonally from my left shoulder.

I cried out sinking to the ground before going into a coughing fit. He's the reason I was always sick. Turkey kept me locked up as punishment and ruined my people enough to keep me bed ridden. There was nothing I could have done except pray my people would find their way...

"I hate you", I mumbled my eyes casted down. Turkey elevated my chin up with his sword and forced me to look into the holes of the white mask. It was as unpleasant then as it is now.

"What did you say?"

"I HATE YOU", I screamed. It mixed in with those running in the streets. If he wasn't next to me I don't think the Bastard would have heard me.

Turkey stabbed me in the stomach causing my body to topple over. Red ran down my arm and stained the dirt. "Where's your western powers to save you now".

I had to laugh at that moment even though doing so only infuriated Turkey more. He almost seemed like a jealous child.

As I closed my eyes I heard Georgia screaming at Turkey to stop. But its okay, he would never be able to kill me. Thanks to Russia having allowed my people to escape into his part of me I lived through anything Turkey did to me. One day, I promised while lying in my own blood, I would again meet the personification of Russia and thank him myself.

Once I had received my freedom.

1922-

After the Genocide my wish came true. Only…it lasted for two years at the most. I was my own Republic for that short amount of time before Turkey conquered me again. But I had gotten stronger; no more could Turkey try to get rid of me.

"Armenia pay attention", Turkey banged his fist down onto the long table and all of the old Ottoman Empire member's heads snapped up. He sighed. "Who put her next to the window again"?

"You did", I looked away from the street I had been staring at for the past hour. The meetings he led were boring and rarely did they concern me in anyway.

"Hmm", he grunted then went back to the papers he was reading off. I paid no attention to his words. Eventually, the other countries left except for Greece. He slowly woke up from his spot in the middle of the table. His cats meowed as he sat up and scattered throughout the room. The air filled with constant hisses and meows.

"So how are you dealing with it", Greece yawned while grabbing one of the cats and stroking its fur.

"With what", I glanced from him to Turkey. He gave Greece a murderous glare. Any normal person would have gotten the hint, but not our Greece.

"You know being sold to the Red Army", Greece chuckled. Then his smile evaporated. "The bastard didn't tell you"?

"No he didn't", I pushed my chair back. I picked up a pitcher of water from the table and threw it at his head. The jerk ducked just in time causing the glass to shatter against the wall. The water stained the red wallpaper and soaked a poor kitten that happened to be sitting underneath. It made a horrified shriek running out the entryway.

"What was that for", he yelled at me.

"Do you really need to ask", I stormed to where the cat had vanished.

"Don't make me add another mark", Turkey warned.

I stopped with one foot out of the room. I slowly touched my back where my dark blue dress concealed two diagonal scars. One mark he gave me during the 1880's and the other was from the genocide. "I hate you".

"Well then be glad you don't have to live here anymore", he muttered back.

I marched upstairs to my old room. I let the door slam and leaned against the wood. Instead of crying like I should have, I smiled. For probably the first time since Turkey took over. This was what I had at the time always wanted. And now since Turkey believed I'm miserable he'd push me to leave more, as a "punishment".

"Armenia, I'm leaving", Turkey called from downstairs.

"Go to hell bastard", I heard the front door close. Once sure he wouldn't be back, I went back downstairs into Turkey's office. Picking up the phone on his desk and I dialed Georgia's number.

"What do you want now Turkey", my brother didn't even allow me to speak. His voice sounded sour. No one liked the jerk except maybe Azerbaijan.

"It's me", I said. "Turkey just left".

"Should you be on the phone Armenia", he asked. I could hear papers being messed with in the background. "What if he comes back".

"No we got in another fight", I sat on the desk top twirling the cord with my index finger. "He gave another part of me to Russia".

"I'm surprised he gave you up so easily", he mumbled. I could barely make out what he had said. "Armenia, I was wondering something".

"What Georgia"

"Maybe the three of us could form a republic", I could hear the grin in his voice. "You, Azerbaijan and me".

"Who gave you this brilliant idea", it was obvious to me at the time that Georgia would never be stupid enough to try something like this.

"Mr. Russia", he said. "He wants us to join together".

"NO absolutely not", I snapped. How dare this country that doesn't even know us request something like this. "I would rather cut off that idiot head then work with her".

"Please don't be stubborn for once", Georgia pleaded. "Or Russia might not ask so nicely next time." There was a sigh. "Look Armenia' just think about it okay."

"The answers still going to be no", we exchanged goodbyes before hanging up. I left Turkey's office careful to make sure everything looked the same before going back to my room. All I could think about was how it would fail like last time we tried to get along and somehow I would end up completely controlled by Turkey again.

I continued thinking as the hours rolled by. The wheels in my brain were turning. "I might not get another chance", I whispered to no one. From the corner of my eye I saw something move on the balcony. Outside the window was a black cat with white spots playing with a leaf. I wish I could be so carefree and not have to worry about who my next master will be.

I heard a bang from down stairs followed by stomps up the stairs. I held my breath as I saw his shadow pass by my door. Only did I dare breathe when he had gone into his own room.

There was no cursing or violence so he must have calmed down by then. Being careful not to make any noise, I took a purple bag and packed my clothes with few other belongings. Whatever could fit. Then before going down the hall to Turkey's room I placed the bag next to the stairs.

I knocked on the door before entering. Turkey laid among various pillows his eyes ripping into my soul.

"I'm going together with Georgia and Azerbaijan under Russia's control", I lowered my eyes. "Just thought I'd let you know".

I had expected him to be angry, to start cursing and throwing objects at me, not calm. "You were always one of the hardest to keep under control", Turkey's eyes this faraway glaze. "You were starting to get too strong for me and then betraying our old ways for Russia's cipher".

"Well it your fault I'm on his side now", I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe it is", he stood up. "I want you out of my house and country before morning".

"Consider it done", I spun around and walked away. Once outside I peered through the crack at him and watched. Turkey took off his mask much to my surprise and threw it at the wall. He rubbed his temples before going back to his mountain of pillows.

I went to the staircase and grabbed my bag. Then I for what I thought was the last, went down those iron stairs and out of his home.

The moon replaced the sun for the night. Luckily for me not as many people were out at this time. It would make getting out of the country better.

"But where could I go", I sighed. Turkey probably sold the one house I used to live in by now. It sucked since the last time I became my own republic there wasn't even enough time for me to look for one.

I felt something rub against my leg disturbing my thoughts. Startled, I kicked the creature and saw a bundle of black and white hit a tree. I ran to it and saw a cat with a leaf sticking halfway out of its mouth. The cat hissed at me as it tried to limp away.

"I'm so stupid", I sighed picking up the cat. It made this dying shriek and tried to claw my face. "Oh stop I'm trying to help you." It gave one last hatful meow before laying its head against my arm. "I'm sure Georgia likes cats". Everyone loves animals right? Well except for the ones allergic to cats but I didn't think Georgia ever was. "If he is he could always sleep outside". Honestly, I guess the cat just gave me an official reason to go.

It didn't take me very long to reach where I remembered Georgia lived. One of the only perks of my jobs.

The house was two stories not even half the size of Turkey's. It was squished between two others; the only difference was the bright orange door that stood out in the darkness. I freed my hand from under the cat and knocked. Moments later my brother answered the door.

"What did you do", he glanced at the animal in my arms before taking it from me.

"Nice to see you to", I rolled my eyes as I followed him into the kitchen. Georgia placed the cat on the counter it purred as he wrapped its leg.

"You didn't throw her against the wall did you", he asked scratching the cat behind the ear.

"No I kicked it and it hit a tree not a wall", I tried to pet the cat but it snapped its jaw at me. "Stupid miserable cat. I just hope it's not one of Greece's"

"He'd skin you alive", he laughed. "But why are you here".

"Turkey kicked me out after I told him about the republic", I looked down at my feet. "I was wondering if I could stay here".

"Um that may not be a great idea", he mumbled.

"Why-", I was cut off by the most annoying person in the world entering the room.

"What's with all the freaking noise I'm trying to sleep", Azerbaijan came in yawning. She rubbed her brown eyes before looking my way. "Why is she here?"

"AZERBAIJAN", I squealed opening my arms to hug her. My evil sister only took a step back appalled so I went rushing over to her. Instead of hugging her though, I punched her in the arm.

"Ow what was that for", she whined giving me the death glare.

"DO you really have to ask", I rolled my eyes. How about all of our wars and you taking that jerks side every time. Or the fact she wants me to disappear completely as a country.

"I've done nothing you don't deserve", she smirked. She motioned her hand to the entryway. "Why don't you go crawl under a dumpster? I think you'll be more welcomed there then here".

"I have as much of a right to come see Georgia as you do", I could feel my face turn red. I hate her just as much as Turkey.

"I was here first", she pouted. Like always she was being immature. Personally I could deal with Azerbaijan being here but she always has to get on my nerves.

"Hey why don't we all calm down and have a nice cup of tea", our brother laughed tugging on my arm. This was his indication for me to be the mature one. I just chose to simply ignore him.

"Do you want me to slap you", I raised my hand up.

"You know what forget it", she went to the doorway. "You can tell Russia to go screw himself. I'm not being united with her".

"No Azer don't go", he pleaded. Before going after her he had turned and gave me that disappointing look. I casted my brown eyes down. Why is it always my fault? She's the one that had come in and started yelling at me.

I had heard the front door slam. I looked out the window and saw Georgia hugging her. She was crying into his shoulder. Always playing Miss innocent even now. I turned my head in disgust. The cat was sleeping on the counter. I couldn't help but smile she was so cute.

I scratched her behind the ears while grabbing the phone. I had to think for a moment before dialing his number. Someone picked up on the third ring. "This is Latvia speaking".

"Hello this is Armenia I know it's late", I sighed. "But can I speak to Russia".

"I don't know if that's such a good idea", he paused. "Mr. Russia hasn't been himself lately". I heard a shatter in the back ground like glass dropping. Then a scream.

"Little nation Armenia it's good to hear from you", Russia's voice chuckled. "What can I do for you".

"I was wondering if you would like to meet me somewhere tomorrow to discuss", I said. "But if you're not feeling well".

"I've never felt better", something sounded off in his voice. Or maybe it's because I haven't spoken to him in a long time. "Latvia is just expressing unnecessary worries. He just needs to learn his place." There was another small scream.

"Okay", I smiled. "Where at".

"Do not worry your small mind about that", he said. I felt my blood start to boil but I bit my lip. "I will find you when I feel like speaking".

"Whatever you say", I rolled my eyes. I felt my chest tighten up. I let out a few coughs. "Sorry my economy's been unstable lately".

"Then it would be easy to take over you completely", he used that strange tone. Like he was actually considering it. "Well goodbye little nation. I will see you soon". Russia disconnected.

I stared at the phone for a minute before hanging it up to process our conversation. In the end I just shrugged my shoulders. He was probably acting strange because I woke him up.

I picked up the little bundle of fur off the counter and went into the living room. I laid down on the sofa with the cat on my chest, in case Azerbaijan decided to stay. I was so tired I didn't really care where I slept. Sometimes it's best just to let her have her way.

"Armenia", I opened one eye. Georgia stood above me with that worried look he used to always have when we were younger. "Be careful with Russia okay".

"You may not like him, but Russia helped me out a lot", I reclosed my eye. "Is she staying".

"Yes she refuses to come in until you fall asleep", he sighed. "Just try not to live in the past, people change even our friends and enemy's".

"Whatever", I mumbled. "If she slices my throat in the night I'm blaming you". I heard him give a small laugh before I dozed off...

A/N Please note that I tried to stay close to history but something's may not be accurate. This is a Fan fiction after all. Also remember that this is in Armenia's point of view so this will be how I think she would see countries like Azerbaijan and Turkey not that I think they would be horrible. Also I'm not Armenian so all facts come from my interpretation of her history and her personality from certain stereotypes that I could find. Same goes for Georgia and Azerbaijan.

I don't know how long this will be or how often I will update, but I will when I can.

Thanks for reading!