I do not own Hetalia, nor do I claim to. I simply own the plot, and possibly horrible grammar and misspelling.
Anya walked towards her room. It was Mother's Day and yet no one had wished her such a day. If she needed to recall, she was like a mother to many of her friends -if they may be referred as such.
She sighed heavily and sank into the arm chair in her room. She looked at the mahogany night stand that was positioned right next to her. As she saw a bottle of Vodka perched upon it, she smiled, pouring herself a drink in a glass beside the bottle. As she brought the glass to her rosy pink lips slowly she sipped at it.
"It's not fair. I don't like it. Why is it that they even wish Marie a 'Happy Mother's Day' when she's not even... actually...she is a better mother than I will ever be." She said as she downed the drink. Not even a taste of her Vodka would make her feel any better at the moment. She didn't like how everyone hated her. She wanted at least one person to wish her such day. But... no one would.
Sighing to herself she stood and plopped herself on the bed. "I don't like this." She whispered. "Why do people hate me? I just want to make everyone happy! If we all become one, everyone will be at peace!" She huffed into her pillow.
Anya grunted loudly and punched her bed. "No! It's not fair! No one loves me!" She began to cry. As tears streamed down her face she felt so weak. She never liked to cry. She forbid herself from doing so, she was stronger than this. Yet again she found herself doing something she detested. Crying. Crying and crying.
Yet by crying, she felt as if everything she had bottled up had just left her heart and freed her from her hurting soul. She felt more and more at peace as she continued her tears. Her heart felt better by the minute and her soul felt freer than it actually was.
Now laughing lightly at herself she felt idiotic. Why should she be crying over something that is so stupid. Now, if she were crying over something someone said- now that, that would be different. It would be something totally different. She really wouldn't give the slightest darn of what people said. But of what people didn't say... it hurt her. Because she knew that was what was meant.
A couple of hours later she sighed and stood from her bed. She had fallen asleep and now she had noticed it was night time.
Anya felt like she wanted a cookie and some milk and then she would return to her room just to fall asleep once more. She heard some ruffling from the first floor but simply ignored it.
As she walked down the stairs she noticed all her 'friends' had already gone to bed...yet it was only nine... She dismissed the issue and walked to the kitchen in the pure dark.
She could only see visible darkness that took over her house. This was the worst day of her life.
As she reached the light switch for the living room a great amount of people jumped from nowhere and screamed something she'd been waiting to hear all day. "Happy Mother's Day!" They all cheered.
She broke down and cried- yet this time... it was for her overwhelming sublime of happiness.