Russia's daughter [HETALIA FANFIC]

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I was currently walking down the streets of Moscow, looking through the windows of the stores. Suddenly, I saw something. It's looked like a flash of violet. Walking towards the alleyway-where i saw the thing- i blinked a couple times to make sure that I wasn't seeing things. As I got to the ally, there was a girl, sitting in a cardboard box. She had a striking resemblance to ... me and another girl I had raped. She had silver-strawberry-blond hair, violet eyes and the face of her mother. (I don't know much Russian, just da, and niet. So that's all I'm gonna use.) "hello mister." She said and tried to get up, I'm guessing so she could bow. She looked about 3 years old. "Hello, what are you doing out here all alone?"

The girl looked at me and grabbed something. She brought up a pipe that had a dry, red substance on it. "You're not gonna hurt me, are you?" She asked. I laughed. "Niet." I said. She set down the pipe. "I'm out here all alone, and I don't have any parents. But I'm still gonna smile. You like smiling, da?" She asked. I grinned at her. The one that makes people shiver. She only grinned the same grin back.

"Da, I do. Do you have a name?" She looked through her box and pulled out a piece of paper that had handwriting similar to mine. It's said'y/n'. I looked at her. "You know, I had a child once named y/n, but her mother took her away." She looked at me. "That's what happened to me!" Now I'm sure of it, this child's my daughter. "Do you remember what your mother looks like?" I asked her. "Da." She said. "She has blue eyes, red hair, and is pale. I don't know her name, but last time I saw daddy, he was wearing a big beige coat with a star on it!" (Russia wasn't wearing his coat) "child," I said,"I believe you are my child. I have that coat, and I know your mother." Y/n looked happy, then sad. "What happened to mummy then?" She asked. I told her what happened, from when she was pregnant, to when she ran away and left her here.

"So she doesn't love me?" She asked. "I'm sure she does, but she couldn't take care of you, so I will!" I picked up the child, only wearing shorts and a tank top, both of which were ripped. " you need more clothes, da?" She looked at her clothes. "What's wrong with these?" I smiled. "Well, for one, your in Moscow, for two, there ripped, and for three, green isn't your colour." I walked about 3 steps before she jumped out of my arms and tried to go back to the cardboard box. "WAIT! I forgot my magic silver pipe of suffering!" She crawled over and grabbed it and tried to crawl back, which was failing. I giggled again, and picked her up. "We are ready now, da?" She nodded and I walked back to my mansion. What a lovely day this turned out to be.