Author's Notes: So this is the first time I've done something like this, as you can probably tell by my clunky, awkward style. I promise it'll get better in later chapters though! I'm going in the order of who was annexed into the USSR, so Belarus and Ukraine are first. Afterwards, it'll be the countries added in during/after WW2, although I'm unsure about the actual order since most joined at around the same time. I don't own Hetalia, nor the amazing fic this story was based off of, For Every Hate There is a Reason, which is still a million times more amazing story than mine will ever be. I'll try to be as quick as I can be in updates, and tell me if a historical fact is wrong(it'll most likely be a year, I have trouble remembering those)!

Historical Notes: Oh boy, there's a ton of these. Okay, so when Belarus was made into a country of the Russian Empire in about 1826, it still had a bunch of Polish influence in it from being a country of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. This annexation made a lot of people cherish their Belarusian roots and start writing, which in turn gave birth to a bunch of Belarusian authors. However, Russia was preforming a Russification on old Polish-Lithuanian lands, one being Belarus. The language wasn't allowed and neither was the right to identify yourself as a Belarusian, so a lot of authors said they were Polish or Bulgarian to keep writing. After WW1 ended, the Baltic States fought wars with Russia to win their independence, which in turn led to other conflicts. After Lithuanian forces won their independence, Russia wanted to recreate The Grand Duchy of Lithuania, which had Belarus in it. So, Russia suggested that the two combine into one country called the Lithuanian-Belorussian Soviet Socialist Republic in February 1919. Both countries quickly disagreed but got forced into it by Russia. No Belarusians served in the union's government, only Lithuanians did. Soon Poland seized the union's capital, Vilnius, forcing a new relocation to Minsk, which was later taken by Polish forces as well. Soon, in July, Poland had managed to break up the union and leave Belarus in Russia's hands once more. Poland still had a big influence on Belarusian culture, this time language, soon so many Belarusians spoke Polish that they couldn't remember a word of their own language. It was also called the Belorussian Soviet Socialist Republic from here until 1991. Germany also showed up and persecuted many Belarusian Jews, which had very high numbers back then. Belarus was one of the countries hit very badly by not only the war, but the USSR as well, having even more people killed and receiving a major amount of the radiation from Chernobyl.

Side Notes: I can imagine Belarus being spiteful about what happened, considering how hard she was hit. She'd also ask many questions about just why Russia did this and why he thought it was okay.

Warnings: A bit of physical abuse, although nothing too major yet. Also a brief mention of radiation sickness.

It's so strange that I'm writing a letter to you that isn't flirtatious. It's strange that I would even be angry with you at all. But I am, and you should know why. I'm going first, as we decided to go in the order we were turned into Soviet states. I believe this all started back when you annexed me into your empire. I still had Polish influence in my country from his hold on me, which I can imagine didn't make you very happy. After you pushed more Russian influence in, it made my people realize their Belarusian roots and turned to writing. Of course, you didn't allow this, causing my writers to label themselves as Polish or even Bulgarian writers, just so you didn't silence them. Things had settled down for a bit until everyone broke free from your reign with a war after the Great War had weakened you.

You still weren't done ruining my life, were you? Shortly after Lithuania won his independence, you announced that you wanted to recreate the old Grand Duchy of Lithuania by combing us two, an idea neither I nor him was happy with. You forced it upon us anyway, in the winter of 1919. Did that please you, shoving our lips together into a forced kiss? Did it please you to force your own sister into such things? Of course, our union was doomed from the start anyway, as my own people refused to serve in our government. Although, that didn't faze you, did it? You just put Lithuanians in charge instead. Nice to know you still have your favorites. Our country was on the track to failure after Poland seized Vilnius,but our government was just moved to my own capital, Minsk. Then Poland took that away too, but our government was so far gone that relocating it to a new city had no effect. And thus, in July, only a mere seven months later, Poland brought down our republic. Lithuania went off to fight a war with him, leaving me alone. Until you came back into my life, only this time, you were here to make me your own. I'm sure you remember it, you took Ukraine and I both at the same time, although I was given your most brutal treatment. You sliced me in half, split right down the middle as 'East' and 'West'. Why? Was just regular Belarus not good enough for you anymore? No, you even changed my name to the Belorussian Soviet Socialist Republic, so it must not have been. Poland came by soon after and spread the Polish language around, which severely damaged my own; soon my people would only speak Polish! Then my east side was almost destroyed by the Second World War. I remember what Germany would do to me.

He used to brutally execute millions of my people and burned my villages. Ow, I can still feel the fiery smoke in my lungs again, burning me as it does my villages. He used to throw me down to the ground and shove his boot onto my head, asking me to surrender, 'you partisan bitch'. Of course, my people were smart and usually managed to drive out opposing German forces by hiding in terrains the Germans couldn't enter, such as swamps and forests.

But you just couldn't stay away, could you? I wish you had. I wish your country died right then as you reclaimed me as Soviet property once more. You killed millions more of my people, only you killed them for their innocent sin of being intelligent. You repressed me, does hearing that make you proud? I lost many talented writers, journalists, and scholars because of your irrational fears! You were scared of us rising up against you, so you treated us like slaves. Countries who visited you always thought it was cute, having us in almost-matching military suits, washing dishes, sewing clothes, cooking dinner, simple tasks like that. And I suppose it would've been, if we all weren't dying inside. Every time a civilian in my country was killed, I always felt a sharp pain rush into my heart which would usually knock me to the floor. What would you do? Kick me and command me to keep working, no matter what.

Then Stalin died, which improved your attitude a bit. You told us we could take it a bit easier and that we had to stop wearing our military uniforms around the house. Soviet fashion came in only a few select sizes back then, none of which fit me. After politely alerting you to my issue, you suggested a hand-made dress just for me. I agreed, and several months later I was presented with a Victorian-style gown in my favorite color, navy blue. It was a bit dated, as a lot of it was recycled from my wedding gown in 1919, but it made me feel unique, so I kept it. That was the only good thing you did for me back then though.

I hope you're happy with what you did to me, my culture. You butchered it like a cow...oh, sorry, was that too 'capitalist' for you? I was forced to become Russian, even though a majority of my population still identified themselves as Poles. Every time I tried calling Hungary, I had to ask her about mundane stuff because our phones were tapped. No use in pretending, we all knew it. That's why Lithuania stopped talking with Poland entirely and why Kazakhstan was nervous about even picking it up to answer it. Of course, the tip of the cake was that faithful day in 1986. You remember that, right? I'm sure Ukraine never lets you forget. I was just sitting up in my room, brushing my hair, when Ukraine burst into your room with an odd complaint: her mouth tasted like metal and she had a very bad headache that almost made her pass out. You told her in concern to get it checked out, right before she received a call saying that Chernobyl had experienced an accident with an exploded radiator. She also was worried that a bunch of fallout had fallen into my own country-60%, in fact. Sure enough, I fell against my vanity mirror in a severe coughing fit, that damn metal taste in my mouth. You were nice about this one though, quickly evacuating Ukraine's citizens and alerting others on the news...although you did downplay it a lot. It was a different time though. If this had happened back in the 1950's...well, you're smart. I know you can answer this question yourself.

You broke us, you broke me. When Lithuania finally declared his independence, the rest of us quickly jumped onto the idea. I still remember walking into the United Nations in September and telling them that my new name was officially Belarus, not Belorussia.

I still don't want to forgive you for everything. Thanks to you, my country is still a mess; I have a dictator, no free speech, and my citizens are constantly repressed. I'm not called 'the last part of the Soviet Union' for nothing! I've also found that a simple swig of strong vodka and a cigarette puff can make your past go away for a bit. I enjoy this fact. I do not enjoy you. I hate you, brother, for what you've done to me.