I just got this idea the other day and sat down to write it...this is my second Hetalia fic, but this one is mostly with OCs. Thanks for reading!!
It was a wish, nothing more. I don't mind that I've never known my parents. It doesn't matter. It's not that important. I just wish sometimes. I look in the mirror across the room. I see a lonely scrawny little freak who doesn't have any friends. I see my limp, stringy, kinda curly blonde hair, my dull blue eyes. I see my scrawny little body, too short, too thin, too weak. I hate myself. I feel tears coming to my eyes. The only thing I have ever been good at has been eating. I have always eaten too much, no matter how little food we've gotten at the orphanage I always ate other people's leftovers. Everything has always been against me. I was left on the orphanage doorstep, there was no note just a pair of glasses that I've grown used to wearing. Turns out I really did need them, I don't know how anyone could have guessed.
I look under the pillow on the bed assigned to me, underneath it I find a scarf. I don't know why I received it, but it came in a package addressed to me with no return address. I remember what the postman said. "It came all the way from Belarus. The kid who's getting this sure is lucky." Lucky, I scoff, lucky sure is what I am. I'm definitely lucky that I've never known my parents, all my friends have been adopted, and everyone who might adopt me always 'loses' their paperwork in the mail. I'm lucky that I'm nearly fifteen and I'm still stuck in this dumb orphanage. I'm so lucky that I'm a social reject who hasn't been to a real school ever and hasn't even had the schooling from the orphanage since I was seven. I'm so lucky that I'm an idiot, that I know nothing of myself, of my past, or what my future might be. All the things I really own in the world are the blanket I was found in, my glasses, and this scarf. This stupid scarf, I don't know why it feels so important. It's old, and kinda worn out it has a few tears in the fabric. It's a light pink color and really gorgeous. I just don't know why anyone would have sent it to me. I mean it can't have been a mistake…I'm probably the only one in the world with a name like Vanya Jones. Most of the other girls have normal names like Kate, or Marie. But no, the only other thing my deadbeat parents gave me was my stupid, good for nothing name. But yes, I'm probably the only American called Vanya. Maybe I have Russian relatives, but I wouldn't count on it, with my luck there was probably a misspelling when I got the scarf. Maybe it was supposed to go to a Tanya Jones somewhere else in the world. Because that's all my life is, one big mistake. Nobody ever wanted me, and nobody does now.
It's not like I care, I sniffle. I don't care at all!! I don't need anybody else. It's always been just me, so why would I ever wish for something different. I turn away from the stupid mirror, which was showing me all my flaws. Maybe I should just forget everything. Reinvent myself. Maybe if I change myself completely more people will like me, maybe I'll even get my own family! But no, I'm too boring for that, I just bring my hair up into my signature pigtails and sigh. I'm too stupid to try to be different. I guess I'll just go on hating myself. It's not like anyone else will ever care. They're too busy with other little girls who are starved for love. Again, I'm just going to go through my day like an apathetic robot. Wonderful, sounds like so much fun…I hate my life.
I finally get back to the bed. Another boring day, not interviews for me. Instead I took a jog around town. The matrons don't mind, they know how bored I get cooped up in this place. Today was kind of weird, there were several strange men watching me. Most of them were in suits with dark glasses and had little earphone things in. Shockingly, they were all staring at me. A couple of them saw me looking and quickly averted their eyes hoping I wouldn't notice. Gosh, people these days must think all orphans are idiots. I sigh, another meaningless day. I carefully take down my long hair and braid it, securing it with both of my ponytail holders so I won't lose them. Finally finished with my routine, I lay down on the bed that has been my place for nearly fifteen years and close my eyes. Something isn't right. I open my eyes and realize what it is. I'm not holding the scarf. I pull it from under my pillow and clutch it to my chest. Finally satisfied I drift off to dreams of one day finding a family that loves me. Just before I arrive in dreamland I think about how different my dreams are now from what they once were. Once upon a time I dreamed that one day I would have a family that would come to the orphanage and pick me out. They would tell me about the horrible mistake that brought me to this terrible place and take me home. I would never again be alone. But now, I dream of being adopted, and finding just one person in the world who might have room in their heart and home for me.
I'm not saying who her parents are...but I will say that Russia and Canada aren't necessarily related to her. They just happen to be the main countries mentioned later on. You'll see. if you're reading, please review!!