Life-with-Hetalia

When I was little, all I had was my big brother. To me, he was the only one who cared. There was сястра (siastra) as well but...she had already made her choice about things so long ago. No. Just brother and I. He was all I ever had. He took care of me, protected me...loved me. I always wanted to do the same for him, but I couldn't. Other countries would hurt my brother. People like Prussia, Mongolia, and Sweden, they'd beat my brother up and laugh at him. They treated him like he was nothing...I had to watch him come home each day, bloody nose, black eye. He'd run to Yekaterina and she'd comfort him till

Alice was upstairs in bed. After she received her news from the doctor, she came home, went upstairs to her bed, and cried till she fell asleep. Why was this happening? It was obviously the last thing they needed and there's no way they can handle it. They can't even handle just having the girls! "Alice!" Francis called for her as her came through the door. The woman stirred in bed when her husband called for her, but didn't awake. The Frenchman frowned before setting his keys on the stand in the hallway and peeked into the living room. Not there. After checking the kitchen, he headed up stairs to the bedroom. Seeing her sleeping bed, the m

"Come here, sweet pea." Maddie bit her lip, but sat in the chair next to her mother. She tugged at her sleeves and averted her eyes to her lap. Alice sighed and stroked the girl's hair. "Madeline, we can't help Amelia if we don't know what's wrong." The Brit cajoled. "Now please help us with this." The girl didn't say a thing. Francis knelt down in front of his daughter to meet her eyes. "Ma fifille (my little girl)," He said sweetly. "I know you are scared; I know you love your sister and don't want to betray her trust, but we need to know." Maddie started tugging on her sleeves even harder. After a moment, she gave a small nod. "Well.