The large house was empty and Ukraine looked around, a mingling feeling of disappointment settling in her chest. Her sister, Belarus, had gone out in search of Russia their older brother in yet another one of her desperate attempts to force her love on the poor boy. Something was screwed up with that child, Ukraine thought. Why would she want after her own brother? Ukraine sighed shaking her head, her footsteps echoing around her as she walked through the silent halls. Maybe she could invite Austria over… he wasn't much one for conversation but he filled the rooms with music and that would be better than the silence Ukraine had to bear. She was almost over to the phone when she stopped. If Austria came no doubt his infuriating boyfriend, Prussia would too. While Ukraine acknowledged that Prussia was perhaps the right choice for Roderich, because Austria needed someone to help him as he was so stuck up all the time, and Austria was also good for Gilbert as he really needed someone that was down to earth. The thing that annoyed her however, was the fact you would never to be able to get one without the other. She had heard of close couples but she thought that that was slightly ridiculous. She wondered who she could ring, and her thoughts lingered on Ivan, he may be scary and intimidating but Ukraine was actually rather fond of her younger brother. She shook her head as she heard Ivan's words ringing in her ears. He had told her that he was going away with China, and he really did not wish to be disturbed. Ukraine felt a smile stretch across her lips at the thought of China being trapped with Russia 24/7 and not able to make contact with anyone else. Ivan was also a man of few words and had given Ukraine very short notice of his leaving, which was why she was alone in Russia's house. Her mind went back to possible people she could perhaps phone up, but everyone she thought of had some sort of irksome partner she would have to put up with. England was always followed around by America and Canada had the immense pervert that was France practically attached to him. Norway wasn't one for socialising anyway and Denmark always ended up breaking something. Finland was very sweet but Sweden scared her slightly and anyway Sealand was one absolute bugger of a child. Her mind drifted further south. Germany was good company but Feliciano irritated her. Sure he was adorable and incredibly cute but Ukraine was looking for conversation to fill her empty weekend, not cuteness, too much pasta, and inane babbling. She like Romano despite his standoffish attitude and Spain was a laugh but the pair were rather obsessed with tomatoes and Ukraine couldn't stand them. Stupid things- honestly was it a vegetable or a fruit? It didn't matter anyway because they tasted awful. She also didn't want a couple arguing in Ivan's house. Especially not those to as they were almost as likely as Denmark to destroy something. Japan was nice, and Greece was bearable. But cats. Cats always followed Greece and she detested cats. They are needy, filthy, and lazy creatures and she didn't have time for them. She realised that she was being way too picky and that there would be no nations left at this rate. Her thoughts drifted to Belgium and Hungary. She supposed that they could have a girly weekend of sorts but would either of them want to come to the cold vista that was Russia's house? Sighing she picked up the phone and thought that it was at least worth a try to ring them.
Hungary hadn't even bothered to answer her phone and even Ukraine could tell that Belgium didn't want to come over from the tone of her voice. Relieving Belgium from any sort of pressure she hung up and went back to her quiet evening. She hoped that Belarus wouldn't come back tonight. Her sister was annoying, even though she had some endearing characteristics. She poured herself a glass of Ivan's 'premium Russian Vodka' and downed it quickly. Again and again she refilled her glass regretting every last drop she drank. Partly because she knew the hangover in the morning would be awful, but mainly because Russia would go mad when he found out that she'd drank his favourite beverage. The haziness of the drink crawled over her brain as she sat alone in the stiff wooden armchair. The fabric was a rich brown and slightly faded, the quality was good though and none of the seats had frayed or been worn as she knew Ivan wanted to keep his house as posh as possible. Maybe posh wasn't the correct word. Tidy? No. Clean? No. Classy? Perhaps. She didn't really know how to explain to sum up in a few words that Russia did not want any of his possessions to appear cheap or second rate- especially when America came round. She felt anger rise up inside her. It came from nowhere and she threw her glass at the wall without the expression on her face even slightly changing. She stood up and went over to the phone and hammered in Hungary's number and let the phone ring. Hungary didn't have an answering machine and had one of those unfortunate phones that didn't automatically stop ringing. Five minutes, ten, twenty, then a furious 'What!' greeted her ear. "HELLO!" Ukraine yelled into the mouthpiece, glee flooding through her veins, "My beloved Hungary!" "Beloved? What are you on about? It's the fucking middle of the night you dick-wad." "Hush hush m'dear and come and visit me know! Please and thank-you!" she said in a sing song voice, and hung up. Goodness she was drunk. She giggled and she knew that either Hungary would turn up the following morning or ring her back. She skipped up the large staircase to the guest room she was staying in. she looked at it and shook her head; she wanted a more familiar place to stay in. Suddenly she had an idea; she decided she was going to sleep in Ivan's bed. That was something she never would have done if she had been sober. However, she was pitifully drunk and she turned sharply on her heels and skipped towards Ivan's room. She dived into the mountains of pillows and softness that was Russia's massive double king sized bed. She buried her nose into the pillow and almost gagged when china's sweat stench shoved its way up her nose. She threw the pillow off and grabbed one of her brother's. It still stank but it was more familiar and she allowed herself to fall asleep in it.
She woke to angry banging on the door. It was dark and her head felt awful, she almost threw up when she rolled off the bed. She was still wearing her clothes from last night and she did not dare look in the mirror as she passed it, she knew she had appalling bed hair. She stumbled towards to the door and opened it up to a chilly looking Hungary standing in the doorway. "Err, Hi." Ukraine mumbled as Hungary pushed her way through the door and stormed into the living room. She sat heavily down on one of the sofas. She didn't remove her coat, and kept her arms crossed. Ukraine walked uncertainly over to her as she ran her hand through her untidy short hair. "Would you like a drink…"Ukraine asked. She shook her head, her lips in a small pout. "I don't want to end up looking like you tomorrow." Ukraine winced at the spitefulness in her voice. Ukraine sat down next to her and muttered, "Well I don't blame you for that…" she tried to shake the blurriness from her vision and inquired of Hungary why she had even bothered to turn up. Hungary shuffled her feet, a small habit of hers when she felt uncomfortable. "Well… it's because you said please." She whispered. Ukraine shivered, even though she was warm and felt the colour rise to her cheeks. There was still alcohol coursing through her veins, and had she been sober otherwise she would never had done what she did. With a practiced movement she placed a hand at the back of Hungary's head and kissed her. Her lips were soft, if a little dry from the cold air but Ukraine breathed in her gentle scent, wanting to drown in it. She poured everything, and all of her emotion into that one gesture. She felt a little like Sweden then, not being able to put her feelings into words and having to use gestures. She felt a warm moisture spread over her cheekbones. It took her a while to realise that those were Hungary's tears sprinkling from her eyes and onto the other's face. It could have been ten seconds or perhaps even an hour but eventually Hungary pulled away. Her eyes glistened from emotion. She sniffed gently before moving towards Ukraine again. She paused teasingly before their lips met and whispered, "I love you". In that moment Ukriane realised that she had always wanted this, and that she wasn't going to be alone anymore.