Hi there~ Rainbow here. I don't have much to say at the moment. So well enjoy ^^


Ever since he could remember it had been this way. No one ever noticed him. He was invisible to the whole world. Why? Was it because he was always compared America? Was it because he was quiet, didn't start fights unless it was the last option, because he didn't boast and gloat about his victories?

One day he was promised to be protected by France. All the older country really wanted was to compete with England who had America. Soon he was in England's hands forgotten by France. Then, nobody recognized him at all. Not s a country, not as a person.

Neglected, Ignored, Deceived. He knew all these words too well. He kept going though, no one would break him down, no one would make him give up.

But for what?

All the sacrifices he and his people had made. No one remembered them like they remembered the rest. He was the seconded largest country in the world and the most forgotten.

All he needed was some one to acknowledge him. To show him some respect. To show him some care.

For a time he thought he had known what love was, until that one day when the countries asked him "who are you anyways?" It had been right after Vimy Ridge. The battle where he had taken that huge land mass form Germany in World War ll.

His own father, his own brother all the people he thought were his friends had asked him who he was. As far as they could remember they had just met him that day. That's when he realized that he didn't know what love is. Nobody loved him and for a time he wouldn't have admitted it but he didn't love himself.

I mean sure he had Kumajiro, his best and only friend but sometimes he wished he had a human friend. Some one who he could be himself around, a person who would look at him like he shined.

For now he was alone. Over the years he had gained allies and rose to power just to be forgotten. Constantly reminding them of he was.

He was Matthew Williams.

He was Canada.


Was he really that scary? If he was he really didn't try to be. Latvia, Estonia, Lithuania were always so tense around him. Ukraine had left and Belarus pestered him less about becoming one nation.

He always knew he had it. That darkness inside his heart was always there, coming to the surface to many times to count. It gave him such ferocity, hate and anger. It made every one cower in fear; including the people he would never even think of hurting.

He usually got his way because of this power. It gave him a sense of power and triumph and…pride. Why pride anyways? Pride in scaring the people you love most? Pride in hurting those around you?

He was so lonely. An ache in his chest was always there when he woke up. The coldness that rested inside him chilling his body to the bone. It was more frosted than the winter air that danced around freely in his country.

He was always in his standard winter gear trying to warm himself up. The thick base scarf Ukraine had given him. It matched perfected with his long trench coat and briefs.

Nothing warmed him up though. Not the hearth of the fire, the warmth of his bed or the hot showers in the morning. It was always so lonely too. No one ever stuck around him unless they had too. It was always a quick discussion being overlooked with pure fear.

He felt hate swirl inside him. It was so unfair what they did to him. He was big and tall with the same strength as fifteen men. It frightened them that he could break a bone so easily. At first he would never have hurt anyone with his power unless he was at war. He would of only used it to protect those who were dear to him.

But now the bitterness had rose and he would not open himself up to anyone anymore. He had tried so hard before, to get to know his people and his friends and family. Now he just stayed alone, away form people.

For he was Ivan Braginski.

He was Russia. The one who was even colder than the Siberian winds.