I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. This is in Serbia's View and I know that so far there has not been a Hetalia Serbia. Anyway in this FanFic Serbia is a male and stuff. Thank you for the info and What kind of outfits do Serbs wear?
Brief History Lesson The Trail of Tears was the forced relocation and movement of Native Americans, including many members of the Cherokee, Muscogee (Creek), Seminole, and Choctaw nations among others in the United States, from their homelands to Indian Territory (present day Oklahoma) in the Western United States. The phrase originated from a description of the removal of the Choctaw Nation in 1831.Many Native Americans suffered from exposure, disease, and starvation while on route to their destinations, and many died, including 4,000 of the 15,000 relocated Cherokee. There is a lot more info about it, but I wanted to make it brief.
Personal Side Note My great grandpa who is currently 92 years old is a full blooded Indian and my great grandma mother had told my great Grandma not to be with that Injun which is an offensive term for Native Americans. Despite that my great grandma married my great grandpa. By the way this is on my mom's side of the family.
It use to be said that a Good Indian is a dead Indian.
Quick question have you heard about the American Civil War?
Unexpected
By Waterrain
I woke up and the back of my head is killing me. Why am I on the kitchen floor?
"I must have been drinking too much brandy." I muttered to myself and my eyes were half-lidded. Curse the lousy lights, I heard a cheerful voice, and who is inside of my house.
"Hey, Serbia. I came back for my snacks."
Oh it is just America and he pulled me up along with placing me onto a chair. When did America ever leave snacks here? I winced and why does it hurt so much to think.
"I decided to go into your attic and grabbed your journals for you. Don't tell anyone, but I know where every single Nation keeps their journals and diaries. Oh and your journals are on the table. See?"
What I had journals stored there and when was the last time I ever went into the attic. I glanced at the table and noticed that there was a lot of journals on my table.
"Jeez, Russia is such a cold hearted bastard."
America told me calmly and I felt him pouring something on the back of my head. It burns, he is giving me a headache, and I gave him a brief glare.
"Shut the hell up America."
I snapped angrily, but then winced and he wrapped my head up while humming.
"I can handle being hated and stuff, but Russia secretly can't stand it. Well at least when it concerns you. He must have hit you with his pipe extra hard this time."
America said to me quietly and I started to shake my head because honest to goodness I really can't bring myself to truly hate someone.
"No it can't be true."
I whispered fiercely and my head was really hurting.
"I had a few video cameras in some of my snacks and yes my video cameras are waterproof. I turned them on after I left just in case Russia showed up."
He told me gently, I looked at him in disbelief, and America sighed softly.
"Every time I manage to get you to remember your past and stuff because it is the right thing to do since everyone should always remember the past. The whole if you forget your past then you are doomed to repeat it. You get really emotional, Russia always finds out, and he makes you forget by hitting you hard on the back of your head."
America whispered, I shook my head, and looked at him with calm eyes. This can't be true. America must be lying and he handed me a tape.
"Just watch it and you'll understand…I'm telling you the truth."
He told me softly and I decided to open it up along with pressing play.
"Be strong, Serbia. The truth hurts a lot, but the important thing is dealing with it and being able to live with the truth."
America stated calmly to me and my eyes did not leave the small screen.
TBC
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