Hetalia, Russia

Okay, so right now I'm in my room. It has been three days since the events of World Meeting, and I am currently being used as a pillow/teddy bear by 4 countries. I'll explain why in a moment. There is no electricity, so I'm writing this while using a flashlight. I'm really happy with my progress on the Baltics and Russia. They now completely trust me, a fact I know to be true by the events of tonight.

I woke up in the morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. I got dressed and went downstairs to see if I could help. When I walked into the kitchen, Lithuania was cooking and Estonia was finishing some paperwork. Neither of them noticed me, so I cleared my throat, announcing my presence. Both jumped at the sound and whipped around until they caught sight of me. That's kind of a problem for me. I don't like making noise, so I'm very easily overlooked. One time, my science teacher asked for an answer to a question, and somehow he missed my hand waving in the air. While I was the front row. Yeah, I'm not very noticeable.

"Oh, good morning, Ruth," said Estonia after the initial shock wore off.

"Good morning!"

"Ruth, did you wash all the dishes last night?" Asked Lithuania.

"Yep," I said with a grin.

"You didn't have to. We would have done it when we got up."

"That's okay! I like helping."

He just shook his head and continued cooking. I saw that the table wasn't set yet, so I searched for a tablecloth, plates, glasses, and silverware. By the time I was done, the food was ready. Russia still hadn't come down yet, and I was getting a bit impatient. Finally, I tired of waiting.

"I'm going to go wake him up," I called to the others, who stared at me with horror and fear.

I knocked on Russia's door, but there was no reaction. I cracked open the door, and glanced inside. Russia wasn't even awake! I moved to stand over his bed, and tried shaking him.

"Russia, it's time to wake up!"

"Nyet, I'm tired," he mumbled.

I thought hard about what to do. I remembered that little kids liked breakfast, and a plan formed in my head.

"Well, alright then. I guess you'll just have to miss breakfast since all the food will be gone by the time you get up."

He was up in a flash. That trick never fails to work. In record time, he had gotten dressed and rushed down the hallway. I probably should have warned the Baltics, though, judging by Latvia's squeal.

Once breakfast was finished, we all headed off to do something. I observed the dirty floor, and decided that I would sweep. I pulled out my small ipod and a portable speaker, then plugged it in. I put on a playlist and got to work. I love listening to older songs, especially if they were in the jazz or swing music genre. While others listened to Macklemore or whatever was popular right now, I listened to Glenn Miller, Jackson 5, or Frank Sinatra; dudes like those. Oddly enough, I fit right in here since nobody is truly sane. I'm a bit strange in the real world. For instance, I can't understand my age group. If I'm in a room full of teenagers, I go hide in a corner or talk to an adult. I am good friends with all my teachers, and we love testing each other. I don't do that with normal people.

Anyway, I was dancing to the music while sweeping (it's really fun!) when I heard something move behind me. I twirled around to the music just in time to see a grey-haired head duck back behind a corner. I stopped sweeping and waited until Russia popped back out again. When he caught my eye, he froze. He knew he was caught.

I paused the music and motioned for him to come closer.

"You want to help me with this?"

He looked confused. "You're not angry at me for spying on you?"

"Not really. I mean, it is your house. If you want, you can grab a broom and dance with me."

He shrugged and went into the storage closet to find another broom. When he came back out, he looked lost. I explained what to do.

"So all you do is move the broom and yourself to the beat of the music. It gets the job done a lot quicker when you're having fun."
Since I was done instructing him, I restarted the playlist. The first song to come on was Glenn Miller's 'In The Mood'. I spun around the floor, clearing away all the dust. After a few minutes, I noticed Russia's body swaying in time. I grinned and nodded at him, and he started dancing as well. We actually managed to get through the entire house! When we finished, both of us were laughing.

"I have never had so much fun, da!"

"Yep, that definitely was awesome!"

Russia sadly had to get back to his paperwork, so we bid each other farewell and I tried to figure out what to next. However, fate had something else in mind for me. As I rounded a corner, I was pulled into the clothes washing room by 3 pairs of hands.
"What was that all about?" Lithuania was speaking.

"What do you mean?"

"Russia was actually doing chores, and he was laughing like a normal person!" So Estonia was here too.

"He was having fun. He doesn't often get that chance, so I gave him an opportunity. He just wants to be around people who won't run from him all the time."

They (including Latvia, who was in a corner) stared at me in doubt, confusion, and a hint of awe. My answer had satisfied them for the time being, so they let me go. I explored the house for the rest of the day, and when night came, I had a perfect view of a thunderstorm over a field from my window. It would be thundering tonight, to my delight.

I had just settled under my covers when I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in," I called.

In the doorway Latvia, Estonia, and Lithuania. All of them looked a bit freaked out.

"C-can we sleep in here tonight?" Asked Latvia while shivering.

They looked so pathetic just standing there in their pajamas that I had to say yes.

"Come on, onto the bed."

Their faces brightened, and they all got onto my giant bed. Seriously, that thing could fit 5 people! The Baltics' seemed much more calm now that they were with someone they considered safe, so I let them stay like that. I wondered how Russia was faring.

I got my answer a few minutes later when the country himself burst into the room. Everyone except myself froze at his entry. However scared the Baltics had seemed when they came in, Russia was even worse. He was shaking like the leaves on the trees outside!

"R-Ruth, I will sleep with you tonight, da?" He looked desperate for comfort.

"Of course."

He opened his mouth to thank me when an unbelievably loud boom of thunder rang out. Russia cried out and dove onto the bed, cowering into the first person he made contact with. That person happened to be the tiny country of Latvia. No one said a word, waiting for his reaction. Latvia had a hidden bravery though, and it only came out when he was confronted with someone who was more scared than he was. We watched in silence as Latvia hesitantly raised his hand and stroked the fluffy, grey hair of the bigger country.

"I-it's okay, Mr. Russia. It's just noise."

He muttered something into Latvia's chest, but it was loud enough that we could all hear it.

"It sounds like the bombs."

My heart broke for him. Now it made sense why he was so terrified of the storm. That was one of the curses of being a country: you were there for all the battles and wars. Thunder shook the house, and Russia whimpered. I knew I had to do something. Whenever I got scared, my mom would always sing to me. Listening to her voice always calmed me down and washed away my fears. I decided to sing a lullaby.

"Hey," I said, getting their attention. "How about I sing a song?"

The Baltics glanced at each other and nodded back at me. Russia had stilled, so I took that as a yes on his part. Speaking of which, I reached over to him and rubbed against him, causing him to latch onto me instead of Latvia. I pulled him halfway into my lap and rubbed his back. The Baltics watched with wide eyes. They had never seen the huge man so scared, and they had most likely forgotten that he could feel emotions other than his usual mix. With a soft sigh, I gathered the rest of them close and began my lullaby.


"Little child, be not afraid. The rain pounds harsh against the glass like an unwanted stranger. There is no danger. I am here tonight.

Little child, be not afraid. Though thunder explodes and lightning flash illuminates your tear-stained face, I am here tonight,

And someday you'll know that nature is so. This same rain that draws you near me falls on rivers and land, and forests and sand. It makes the beautiful world that you see in the morning."


I continued singing until I reached the last verse.

"…in the morning. Everything's fine in the morning. The rain will be gone in the morning, but I'll still be here in the morning."

I finished quietly and gazed at the nations who had snuggled up to me during the song. I smiled softly, and got out my flashlight. Now I lay here surrounded by warm bodies and soft breath.

I feel needed once more. You see, at my home (in the real world), I am not needed. It's like England with America. In the beginning, America depended on England to keep him safe. When he grew up, England was no longer needed. My brothers are the same way. I like pretending that they still need my help, but in reality they don't need it or like it. Here, though, I have people to take care of. I know that sometime I will have to go back, but this makes it even harder.

I'm going to end this now. I think my flashlight is bothering them.


How was that? There was a storm the other night, and I kept thinking 'It sounds like a war out there'. Then I wondered what a country would think about that, so I wrote this. The song is called Lullaby for a Stormy Night by Vienna Teng. I'll try to update as often as possible. To major-fangirl-in-here17: Nice guess, but I'm not Californian, although I do like warm weather. Keep reading on, people! You are all awesome!