His name was Ivan Braginski. His name was Russia. He was who he was. And he just so happened to be psycho. But that was quite alright, because I was psycho too. Only, he didn't understand. He and I were made for each other he and I were the same. I was the only one who wanted to be one with him, and yet…I was the only one he didn't want. Beggars can't be choosers, nii-san, beggars can't be choosers.
But then, there was China: Rambunctious, sane, cute, loveable China. For some reason, China was the main person who nii-san wanted. Why? I was beautiful, I was voluptuous, and I was everything he would ever want and more. I understood him. I, Belarus, Natalia, knew him better than he knew himself.
Of course, he would never know. He didn't want to understand. Poor, poor Ivan; sweet, handsome, psychotic Ivan Braginski. I love you, nii-san. Nii-san, nii-san, nii-san, nii-san. I love you. So…will you ever return those feelings?
I have other options of course, but I don't want anyone else, nii-san. I can't have anyone else, nii-san. I want you. And I will have you.
Are you scared? Are you afraid of me, Russia? I don't mean to frighten you, my precious nii-san. But I will do what I must. Because I must have you, and you may have me. I've given myself to you, Ivan. I am yours. Understand it, embrace it. Love me.
As I love you.