Hi there! I'm typing this because a couple of people I know paid me to do it... yeah. Those people are called "friends." Joking, joking... friends are friends, you know? They did say that I didn't have to do it, but I said in return that I really wanted to, so... Here I am now! Writing... a Hetalia story... for some awesome people... so, yeah. I need to stop saying "people." It's staring to annoy my audience =_="

Okay, this is gonna be a OCxRussia fic. I understand that a lot of people want me to get back to writing my Ao no Exorcist fic, and I promise that I will after I finish this short little side-thing. I just feel that I need a little break off of the Exorcist thing for a while ^.^' Yes, I do feel guilty about everything, but I'll do anything to get the road-block in my head OUT OF THE WAY so that I can continue to amaze my readers with my AWESOMENESS! XD

By the way, I used a different text editor than the one I usually use, so sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes! I don't know how long this thing will exactly be, but we'll just find out!

DISCLAIMER: TPB DOES NOT OWN HETALIA. IF SHE DID SHE'D MAKE SURE THAT GRANDPA ROME WAS STILL ALIVE TT_TT BUT THEN THAT'D MESS UP HISTORY... SO... SORRY... ITALY...

OvO

Elene walked down the echoing hallway of her highschool. The principle had asked her to leave early, though she didn't quite understand why. The soft tapping of a pair of black, polished, and buckled shoes made their way down the hallway, disrupting the silence that almost threatened to swallow the small girl whole. As the tapping made it's way past the corner, a girl wearing a pair of white, laced knee-high socks came into view. A deep red, a-line Lolita dress adorned her slim figure, the color contrasting deeply with her vampiristic skin-hue.

Black, curled hair poured down her shoulders and back, framing a delicate face with large red eyes and perfectly shaped lips. Most may understand that this explanation of this girl's attire may appear to be a little too cliché, but one must agree that this description put her in detail quite well. Elene also carried her bag which contained notebooks for her classes, and a dark-colored journal of about

300 pages. Rather thick, but she wrote a lot.

Wondering why she appears to be so gothic? Let me put it this way.

When Elene Readessa was younger than she was now, her father was killed when a drunk man mistook him for someone else and strangled him to death. This of course led to her mother's death who committed suicide from the intake of too many sleeping pills.

-Flashback-

"Auntie, why is momma sleeping with her eyes open?"

"Hush, honey. Don't look."

"Auntie, why why are those men carrying her away? Won't she be upset when she wakes up?"

A fair-haired woman looked sadly down at the child clinging to her arm.

"No, dear. Your mother won't be mad. In fact, she's very happy."

"Oh, as long as momma is happy, I'm happy!" The red-eyed girl smiled, closing her eyes at the thought of how her mother would react

if finding herself on a stretch of woolen cloth.

At this, the woman burst into tears.

-Present-

Elene stopped at the principle's office and knocked.

"Who is it?"

"Elene Readessa."

"Come in."

She clasped her petite hand around the gold-colored door knob, giving it a twist and quietly opening the door. Elene blinked at the sudden brightness from the large windows behind the old man at the desk. No. Make that two old men, one a bit younger than the other. The principle motioned for her to sit down in one of the chairs in front of him, and she obediently did.

"Elene, this is Dr. Tyskra. He has confirmed the causes for your sudden urges to- well, you know..."

"To hurt people?"

"Y-yes..." The principle trailed off, leaving an awkward silence to pursue. Finally, the doctor spoke.

"Ms. Readessa?"

"Yes?"

"I have finally diagnosed you with schizophrenia."

Elene's eyes widened in shock at the tone of seriousness in the man's voice. Her eyes darted between the two men, the pair of red orbs finally settling on the principle. He kept his eyes not meeting hers. She then went into a daze. The way that the doctor had said it...

That 'finally'... it almost made her feel... as though he wanted to get done with her. Move on with life. Leave her behind. Gone.

Poof.

"Okay, then what do I do now?" Elene asked with a much more forceful tone. The doctor looked up at her wearily and sighed.

"We'll be taking you on a plane to Russia for further examination. We may have a cure."

OvO

Oh my, what's going to happen next? I need to go to bed now, unfortunately. My parents are being evil. XC I'll update... and probably try to work on my other story as well =.=' And then maybe an OC pic on my blog... dunno for now. YES I CHANGED THE FORMAT OF THIS CHAP. It was waaay to hard to read it before.

Seez ya~!

~TPB