To my dearest Russia,
We have lost. Through the slightest of chances we were defeated. The Allied Powers have won. They freed many people. It makes me question my own freedom. You are not mailicous toward me, my love, you have not harmed me. Do not blame yourself.
I have been speaking to Ukraine lately. She is going to to leave. She made some very good points, dear brother. Good enough to convince me...
The Union has lost power. The power I so crave like a newborn craves it's mothers milk. You can no longer supply me with that power, Russia. Ukraine will leave, whether I go with her or not. If she leaves, what is to stop the Baltics from leaving? You? No. The Allies will assist them in thier escape. Although you have much land, what will keep it from shrinking? The Union is falling apart. Though we used to be a large crystal chandalier, the Allies have loosened the bolts. We are falling, vanya. It is only a matter of time until we shatter and break apart.
No matter how strong you think you are, big brother, you cannot stop the inevitable. Ukraine and I are already prepared to ally with America and Canada. Thier bosses agreed to assist us. Do not attack them. It will do no good. Although I would love to see those two nations on thier knees begging for mercy in a pool of thier own scarlet blood, I must remind myself we have just gotten out of another Great War. It is simply not thier time.
I no longer wish to be Communist, darling Ivan. I loathe the system. Ukraine is not fond of it either. We wish to change. Ukraine is leaning more toward America's system. I, Dictatorship. The only way to get anything done is to force people to do what you wish. A teaching I learned from watching you and the Baltics.
My people are willing to fight. That is right, Ivan. Not your people. Not our people. MY people. Kalyusha is weak, she will try to find a peaceful solution if you somehow stop her from leaving, but you know me well, sweet brother. I am not as peaceful as Kalyusha. I am not afraid to riot or bomb orphanages. I am not scared to put my knife to Moscow and take all your land to myself. I do know you are stronger than I, but some risks are worth taking.
I would like to manage my own trade. Create my own allies. Harm my own enemies... I wish to have my own language. I shall still use the Cryllic alphabet. I find it easy. We disagree on words, vanya. We spell words diffrently. Your Russian and my Belarussian languages are similair...but not the same. I wish to speak my own language, not yours.
You must remember, love, I am not angry at you. I can never get angry at the one I love so deeply. The one I think of every hour and every passing second of every day of my existance. The world must change with time. And the people must change as well, otherwise how are we to grow as nations or as mankind? I must go now. Kalyusha has finished packing our bags. I love you big brother, and will miss you.
Your ally,
Belarus / Natalia Braginski
