Oh, how the world never cared to look twice at the Russian female who set herself in isolation. Her brother, the man who respesented the Western portion of their country where all their cities laid, was always shown the attention they both wished for. Whether it be from their brothers and sisters, or from outside countries, they never cared to give just a little bit.
It was sad. Everyday, she'd sit in the livingroom, watching as Natalie, their Belarusian sister, clung dearly to Ivan or clawed desperately at the door, not even taking notice of the female counterpart of the man she harrassed. Everyday, she'd watch as America came, had a meeting with the both of them, only to be asking the male twin what he thought and not bothering to ask when they were younger and lived under the rule of the ancient and most feared Mongolian Empire, only did the Hun pay more attention to the male than her.
Why, though? She too was Russia. Ivana Braginski. A woman who lived with her brother from creation and onward. Grew up with the same family. Same household. But no one, not even the timidly afraid Baltics dared to relieve her loneliness.
Was it because she was cracked? Mentally ill? Left to be dependent upon her brother who was the only one to say something or help her?
She wasn't even mentally ill back during the Mongolian Empire. It only begun after the collasp of the old the man's empire did she began to feel the effects of loneliness.
Yes, the Mongol had given her attention, but not the kind she so long wished and practically begged for.
It was horrid.
Everything.
2012, the new year, and the female was still left alone. Hidden away in her room. Tears that rarely ever showed outside the enclosure slowly dripping down her face. Everyone, even her own twin brother, was out celebrating together while she... She just laid and wasted away in agonizing loneliness like she had done every single year of her life.
No one cared, though. No one even bothered to show they cared. Even when she let her strong and cracked exterior slip away and showed her true feelings, no one paid any attention.
She was just a vass and empty shell. With no friends. No companions. No love. Nothing. Just herself in everlasting wilderness that would always be there while her brother relished in the paradise of company in his cities.
All alone. Just her. And no one else. Left cracked and dependent. That's all Ivana was. A lonely, mental, dependent, cracked, childish young woman left to relive the moments of her horrid solitude on her own...
Yeah, sorry it was short and long written/posted after New Year's. I just came up with the idea today, so yeah...