Alright, this is my first piece of writing in the Hetalia fandom, although it originated as a paragraph written for an English assignment over asyndetons. So it is a drabble vaguely centered around Russia. Anyway, I'd love to know what people think, so please leave me a review.
I do not own Hetalia, or the image used for the cover, I found that on google so thank you whoever drew it.
Gray hair fell into his eyes as he walked down the street, it wasn't fair. They had pushed him, they had smacked him, not to mention they had laughed, jeered, teased him. It wasn't his fault though; they teased every nerd, bashed every geek, harassed every musician, and hassled all the kids who liked art, anyone who was like them. But they had made one fatal mistake when picking on him, because he didn't care what they thought. They could tell all their friends, scream about him to all their enemies, laugh about him with any girl, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he would do anything to get revenge. He'd climb any mountain, cross any valley, sail over any ocean, wade through any swamp if they prevented him from his goal. Blue eyes sparkled as he continued on his way, a white scarf pulled up over his mouth; and the fun part was that they didn't know it yet.