What's Wrong With Me? [1/?]
anonymous
October 14 2009, 06:57:00 UTC
Russia was a strong country. He endured long, frigid winters, withstood massive invasions, and survived a century of revolutions, changes in power, and severe corruption within his government. He was proud to say that he can handle anything and everything thrown in his direction. His massive size (both physically and geographically) easily gave him an advantage in power, and the latter half of the twentieth century showed just what he was capable of doing (damn that American, by the way). He was the image of a “content” nation, but no matter how much he wore that smile of his, he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him.
Well, a lot of things when worded that way - he always had that aura of utter creepiness around him, there's his obsession with stalking some of the smaller nations who resided out west, and half the time, his reasons for doing things just weren't considered “sane”.
But, there was something about himself that Russia consciously knew was wrong. Underneath his history and nuclear weapons and brutish facade, he was a fragile soul just like every other nation. With enough pressure, he broke, just like any other individual would. He still wept and begged, despite his appearance of being so cruel and incompassionate. It was difficult for his head to wrap around that thought, that he really, truly was insane, but it was enough for him to know that he's not how he should be in the head.
Just one look at his fellow nations supported this suspicion of his. There was England, whose glory days of being the largest empire in the world crumbled as soon as it reached its zenith (again, damn that American; his revolution and preaching on a democratic government made him a bad influence on his adopted siblings). There was France, who had one of the most God-awful armies in military history (Russia still laughed at how General Winter handed Napoleon's ass to the Frenchman on a silver platter). There were the Baltics, all who, under his own hands, suffered greatly until they gained their independence almost two decades before (was it a bad thing to want their company once in a while? Those three apparently thought so). The list could go on, but every one of them had something in common: they very well still had their marbles in a jar. None of them were crazy like he was, and all of them can look at each other without fear for the other...or themselves.
There was one subject that Russia has had his eye on for a long time. China was one of the few countries who he could classify as a “friend” (meaning that the Asian wasn't petrified of him whenever the two were in a room together). His southern neighbor had to be the one person who Russia can relate to the most despite their huge differences; China was a small, delicate thing (very much unlike Russia's tall and big-boned appearance) with porcelain skin, silky black-as-night hair, and dark eyes that did not hide the wisdom of a country that had been in existence for thousands of years. The two were polar opposites, yet Russia still could see a resemblance between them, a strong one that made the gargantuan man want to only be closer with the tiny Oriental nation. They both shared a similar history of having their pride and power completely crashed, their lands assaulted and torn to pieces, of losing close loved ones and forced into doing their bosses' biddings against their wills.
Despite their very similar, very tragic histories, there was one matter that left Russia lying awake in the middle of the night. In 1905, he completely lost the ability to see between black and white, resulting in a completely blurred sense of justice, along with a tendency to sink into mood swings that he couldn't control. Now, the first decade of the twenty first century was coming to a close, and China was still balanced, lucid, and very much sane.
Well, a lot of things when worded that way - he always had that aura of utter creepiness around him, there's his obsession with stalking some of the smaller nations who resided out west, and half the time, his reasons for doing things just weren't considered “sane”.
But, there was something about himself that Russia consciously knew was wrong. Underneath his history and nuclear weapons and brutish facade, he was a fragile soul just like every other nation. With enough pressure, he broke, just like any other individual would. He still wept and begged, despite his appearance of being so cruel and incompassionate. It was difficult for his head to wrap around that thought, that he really, truly was insane, but it was enough for him to know that he's not how he should be in the head.
Just one look at his fellow nations supported this suspicion of his. There was England, whose glory days of being the largest empire in the world crumbled as soon as it reached its zenith (again, damn that American; his revolution and preaching on a democratic government made him a bad influence on his adopted siblings). There was France, who had one of the most God-awful armies in military history (Russia still laughed at how General Winter handed Napoleon's ass to the Frenchman on a silver platter). There were the Baltics, all who, under his own hands, suffered greatly until they gained their independence almost two decades before (was it a bad thing to want their company once in a while? Those three apparently thought so). The list could go on, but every one of them had something in common: they very well still had their marbles in a jar. None of them were crazy like he was, and all of them can look at each other without fear for the other...or themselves.
There was one subject that Russia has had his eye on for a long time. China was one of the few countries who he could classify as a “friend” (meaning that the Asian wasn't petrified of him whenever the two were in a room together). His southern neighbor had to be the one person who Russia can relate to the most despite their huge differences; China was a small, delicate thing (very much unlike Russia's tall and big-boned appearance) with porcelain skin, silky black-as-night hair, and dark eyes that did not hide the wisdom of a country that had been in existence for thousands of years. The two were polar opposites, yet Russia still could see a resemblance between them, a strong one that made the gargantuan man want to only be closer with the tiny Oriental nation. They both shared a similar history of having their pride and power completely crashed, their lands assaulted and torn to pieces, of losing close loved ones and forced into doing their bosses' biddings against their wills.
Despite their very similar, very tragic histories, there was one matter that left Russia lying awake in the middle of the night. In 1905, he completely lost the ability to see between black and white, resulting in a completely blurred sense of justice, along with a tendency to sink into mood swings that he couldn't control. Now, the first decade of the twenty first century was coming to a close, and China was still balanced, lucid, and very much sane.
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