A Hetalia Fanfic

This is a fanfic I actually posted on Quotev if you wanna read the whole thing. It's called "It'll Be Ok" on there and I just wrote it for the feels really, it does include an OC of mine, don't worry, she's not a mary-sue. I'm mostly posting this here because I want input, even if you dont like Hetalia(Which i know some people really dont like) it would really help me if you could just give me some of your thoughts on my writing and positive criticism. Ok without further ado here is chapter one. Your head hurt. No, your head throbbed. It throbbed in a way that made it hard for you to move or even lift your head from the pillow you were resting it on. Sunlight pushed its way into your room as if ignoring your sheer cream colored curtains. You were now regretting not listening to your older brother when he asked if decor was more important then nursing a hangover. This however was no hangover. This was the pain that was a result of being a delicate nation in a war where she had no place being. You took a deep breath and mustered the courage to look at the grandfather clock by the door. Through half lidded eyes you stared at the old gentle-clock as his face read the time for you. 5:56 am. This is the third night in a row you haven't been able to stay asleep past 6:30 in the morning and it was really getting to you now, it also didn't help you'd stay up till 1:00 am trying to get comfortable enough to sleep without worrying about your people. You let out a sigh and forced yourself up from the bed resting your weight on your hands. The mattress was soft and your blankets seems as if they were beckoning your more and more as you shifted under them, how come going to sleep couldn't be as easy as sleeping in? What a sick joke. You pushed some loose strands of snowy white-blonde hair behind your ear and pulled the strap of your black tank top back onto your shoulder. You forced yourself to sit on the edge of the bed with a groggy pained look on your face that softened into a sad and a bit confused look as your pain cleared a bit and your mind was flooded once more. You scratched the back of your head as if trying to contemplate something then went to take a step from your bed to have your bare feet touch the cold hard wood floor. Once standing you made your way to your dresser and pulled out your usual dull uniform that consisted of a white button up, white skirt, a black bow tired around your neck, a long deep blue military coat and black knee high lace up boots. Something caught your attention from under some other clothes though. It was frilly, a light blue color, hugged with lace. You pulled it out of the dresser and replaced it with your uniform and soon the smell of mint and chocolate filled the area around the cloth. It was a dress. Your dress to be exact. Given to you by your brothers when you all went to visit your cousins, Belgium and Netherlands. It was a sweet dress, knee length with a scoop neckline that had lace around every ending of the fabric. You hadn't been able to wear dresses for a while. They weren't made for war, they were made for sunny days, Christmas dinners, first dates; Warm feeling. You hug the dress and close your eyes as you breath in the sweet smell of Belgium's chocolate and the soft minty smell that has always seemed to fallow you. After exhaling your memories you opened your eyes and your hands fall in front of you with the dress still safely in between your fingers, though your face carried frown and a dull set of eyes. She huffed a sigh again and gently and reluctantly folded the dress nicely and placed it back in its spot behind all the dark military outfits to be retrieved after peace could be found again. The girl picked up her uniform and carried it to the messy bed that she was in earlier and set them there neatly before pulling off her clothes and going into her attached bathroom to wash herself. It was going to be another day with out art, color, music, delicious smells, and her brothers laughter. Once she finished her bath and brushed out her long almost cloud like hair she came back to the bedroom with her towel wrapped around her and goes to her bed to put on her clothes she previously set out. As she dressed herself she thought about the war she was suffering though. She wasn't even a major player in it but mostly neither was anyone else, and she, like those others, were being used as leverage. Only, it was her own brother who was using her. You see, you were Germany's older sister, you were the country of Mohninsel, an island nation in the North Sea. Your other brother, Prussia, is the oldest out of you three, you being the middle child. You were different from your tough brothers and father Germania. You found happiness in the arts, you liked peace, and for the life of you, you couldn't understand how you were related to them. You did love them yes, but you were a weak nation, founded by pacifists who wanted to escape the cruelties of warring countries and make beautiful things, therefore you felt no need to try and take from others and cause problems. You tied the ribbon into a lovely bow around your neck and straightened the collar of your shirt and the hem of your skirt then looked at yourself in a long mirror. This was not how it was meant to be for you. Suddenly a loud knock was heard at your door that startled you. You quickly turned your head to face the door, "J-Ja?" You called still a little startled.

Thank you so much :3 If you get a chance would you like to read the second chapter? ^^