My second fanfiction, I'm so excited! Kiev is Ukraine's headband, for clarification. Enjoy!

"I hate them ALL!" Katya cried, slamming the door and collapsing onto her bed, tears streaming down her face.

It was evening, a couple hours after a World Meeting had come to a close, and Ukraine had just arrived back home.

"Why must they make fun of me, tell jokes, stare? It is not my fault I am like this! The backaches are terrible enough, why must they do this? Why?" She wiped her face with her hand.

"Prussia and France giving looks and snickering, being all suggestive…" She sniffed loudly. "England the gentleman-" she ripped off Kiev and threw it onto the nightstand- "Blushing every time I get even near him..."

She flopped over onto her back and whimpered, staring at the ceiling.

"Nearly every country in that meeting room has their own way of making me feel-feel-" Her face scrunched up into an extraordinarily pitiful expression- "Miserable!" She sobbed quietly for a little while, then sniffed and rubbed her nose. "Why can't they be like Russia, who's always so sweet treats me like a normal girl? Or Hungary, who's always so kind to me and threatens France whenever he tries to…" She broke off, remembering, and cried for a little while. " And I swear to Kiev," She said in a pitiful menacing tone, "if Liechtenstein gets all wide-eyed when she sees me one more time." She glared at the ceiling as a fresh flow of tears came on.

"Those stupid males will never understand what they put me through…" She sniffed again, curling up and hugging a pillow (to the best of her ability, anyway).

"I wonder what the other girls go through…" She smiled meekly. "If anything…I wonder…"

Hope this prologue will make people story alert…Please take the time to, this is going to get really good, promise!