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Dearest Brother,

I have been pretending, Brother. I am nothing like you think I am. Never in my life have I been that knife wielding psychopath. Not even once.

Brother, I act this way so you will see me. You used to walk past me without even a backward glance. So I stopped being the quiet, obedient, and submissive sister I used to be. All because of love.

Love gave me hope. Love whispered to me, Brother. It told me that if I act crazy, then you see me. And you see me now, with a deeper emotion. Hatred. Terror. At least it's something.

I wish I could show you the true me. I wish you would care.

Brother, I am nothing without you.

With all of my love,

Natalia

Natalia shed a single tear as she crumpled the paper and threw it in the fire. She watched it turn black, and curl in on itself through the hazy lens of diamonds left unshed.

It made her think of herself. How the burning inferno of her heart is destroying her from the inside out.

She sat there until the fire died to embers, and until the embers turned to ash.

Then she left without a backward glance.


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