Brat Rasija(Brother Russia)

My brother Russia…he was at it again. I thought it had been a phase. That, when the wars had ended in the 1900s, he would go back to being my gentle big brother. But he hadn’t. If anything, he’d gotten worse. Now he…he had crossed the line. It should have been over. Now he’s taken our poor sister. Invading Ukraine is the worst he can do. He’s going to start yet another war and he will have no one but himself to blame. I only wish there was some way to bring him back from this, but there isn’t.

If only I had known he would be corrupted beyond salvation, maybe I could have saved him. Maybe I wouldn’t be a bystander now as he hurts our sister, maybe I could have save Ukraine from this suffering. But I am already too late. Russia has become like Germany during World War II. Germany has just barely come back from that, but the countries still hate him. I don’t want the same fate for my brother. My big brother who risked his life to raise me and Ukraine. So many what if’s and maybe’s plague my every thought. But what could I do?

I am a small country compared to my big brother. Any defense I could muster would be thwarted easily and the people that run my company do not understand the dangers of Russia. Invasion of my Brother’s country would only serve to bring about more death…I couldn’t let my people die. But I couldn’t let my sister’s countrymen die either. Perhaps I could garner the help of some of the other countries…Perhaps.

Weißrussland(Belarus)

Belarus had asked me to help her. But what could I do? The other countries despise me, except for Italy and Japan. I couldn’t stop him. Not since my military was taken from me. Besides, it’s not like I owed either of them. Why should I risk myself and my people when I would gain nothing in return? Bah, I refuse. Let them fight their brother. Let them cower. It’s every country for themselves. This is war, not a game.

Chomu, Brat Rosiya?(Why, Brother Russia?)

Why, Brother Russia? Why must he hurt me this way. He’s hurting my people… taking my land. How can he do this? After he did everything to care for us? After he wasted his time to raise me? Me and my sister? I couldn’t fight back. Not when I remember who he was, who he used to be. Not when i see his eyes and the scarf  he’d always wear. A once white scarf that is now eternally pink, stained from the many deaths in his country.