Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Warning: Mentions of violence and abuse

He is perfect, in every way possible. The way his long, dark brown hair that is tied into a ponytail follows his movements, shines in the sunlight, and how it frames his beautiful and angelic face. How many times have I dreamed of how it would feel like to touch it, burry myself in it, inhaling the smell of Chinese cuisine, tea, and plum blossoms?

He has amber eyes that seem to see into your soul. They are always so soft, warm, and so full of emotions, as if he cares for every little thing that he sees, and that is probably true, too. I have never seen him ignore people that need help. My secret love is the most loving creature walking on earth, and I am sure that no one could rival his kindness.

I could go on forever, losing myself in the pictures in my head of his silken lips, slim waist, his adorable blush when someone points out that he still has some crumbs around his mouth after eating, usually Chinese pastries. But I know that I shouldn't think of him like that. There are two reasons for it.

Yao Wang is this school's math teacher, and he is soon to be 24 years old, and I am 17. But that is not the biggest problem. On his beautiful, soft hand (that always haunts my dreams, caressing my cheeks, as his sweet voice tells me that everything is going to be okay, and that he will protect me from all the horrible things in this world), sits a golden ring.

That ring ruins my entire life. Every time I think about him, that ring comes and reminds me that I can never have him, and that I should just stop. I need to stop thinking about him. I don't need any more pain in my life, but if I don't, then I would not be able to press on a fake smile for my sisters and for Yao. I would not be able to take care of Katyusha and Natalia. And who would if I am not there? No one.

But the pain of knowing that the one I love the most is married to a lovely Chinese woman that suits him perfectly is always there. Her name is Jia. Jia means beautiful in her mother tongue, and it is not surprising. Yao deserves someone that is just as perfect as she is.

When he talks about her, he has a warm smile, filled with love for that woman that I despise. Just because I hate her, does not mean that I can't see that she is way better for him than I will ever be. She can make him happy, I can't.

I am a poor student, with horrible parents, that mark me with bruises and swellings. The others in my class have stopped asking me about it, and it is probably because I scare them away, but there is nothing I can do to change it. I am huge, but my clothes make me even bigger. But the truth is that I am very skinny underneath the heavy tan coat. I have violet eyes that also add to my scary appearance.

Who wouldn't be scared of a big, tall, purple-eyed Russian that wears a scarf in the summer? Even Yao was a little scared at first, but then again, who wouldn't be?

My beautiful Yao does not need someone like me. The only thing I can do is to watch him from the sidelines and hope that he will have a wonderful life filled with happiness.

…

The classroom is full of students as usual. Mr. Beilschmidt talks and talks, but I don't listen. We are learning about American History, and I hate that subject. And Alfred's enthusiasm is more annoying than ever before. He jumps out of his seat and answers every question; even the teacher is starting to lose his patience.

The German teacher must have asked something, since Alfred has raised his hand and waves it so fast that I can't even see the hand, and Mr. Beilschmidt looks very irritated.

"Me, me, me, me, I can the answer, me, me, choose me, please." I can feel the headache coming.

"Mr. Braginski, answer the question."

Well, I did not see that one coming at all. I don't even know what the question is.

"I don't know." Alfred gasps loudly as I answer, and I already know what is going to happen.

"How can you not know, you commie bastard? American history is important, America is important, unlike your cold, communist home!"

"I don't like America, and I don't think it is important at all, damn capitalist pig." My evil aura appears, and I can feel that many of the students are sitting on the edge of the chair and casting glances at the door.

"You damn-"

"That is enough Mr. Jones, Mr. Braginski! I think that Yao will be pleased to see you two after school."

My heart jumps when I hear the familiar name of my love. Even if I end up getting in trouble at home, seeing him is worth it.

"But-"

"No buts. I would think that you are used to this by now. I think it is time to continue the class."

Mr. Beilschmidt takes up the history book, and starts reading out loud, and my mind has already drifted to a certain Chinese man that I would be seeing soon. I can't wait to see my little sunflower. But even in my thoughts about him, I can still feel Alfred's hateful stares and Arthur who is trying to calm him down.

I look to my left. There sits Raivis Galante and Eduard von Bock. Two boys that are so scared of me that they tremble all the time. There is one more, and he sits behind me. Toris Laurinaitis, my favourite of the trio. It really is a shame that his boyfriend is so annoying, and won't leave him alone. The Lithuanian is the closest I have ever come to a friend, and the sad thing is that he is, just like everyone else, is scared of me. It looks like no one will ever see me. The only thing they see is the big, scary Russian.

So, tell me what you think about the story. And is this T or M? Please let me know, I don't want to do anything wrong.

-Nessa