Story of Moscow's Life
A Hetalia Fanfiction
Hi, I'm Moscow. I'm 12 years old and I live happily together with my mom, The Caronell Empire. We are located west of Russia. Together, we lived a peaceful, happy life alongside our neighbors, Russia, Lithuania, Belarus and Ukraine. We were at peace, but we were weak. Like Romano and Italy, we were a weak nation. Unfortunately, we were weak around the time the barbaric Vikings came. The barbaric Vikings I was talking about were Sweden, Denmark, and their leader Norway.
On a normal basis, I hung out with Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus. Lithuania was too scared of Russia to play with us. Usually we would make snowmen and snow angels and occasionally have snowball fights. All of this might seem normal, but hanging out with them was… well… how do I put this… interesting. Belarus tried to kill me every time I got near Russia and Ukraine would always scold her, but Ukraine's lectures often somehow got to the topic of boobs. I knew Russia felt awkward, so I was always the one who changed the subject. They were odd friends, but they seemed like nice friends.
All of this peace and friendship was kept until one fateful day when the Vikings happened to attack us.