Ukraine woke up with a bad feeling in her chest. She pressed her hands to it and then withdrew them as she felt pain. She wandered into her bathroom and examined herself for any signs of injuries. There were none. She dressed for the day and checked the newspaper. Nothing was wrong in her country yet her chest still hurt.
"Maybe I should talk to Vanya," she murmured. Her mind made up, she walked out the door towards her garage. One of her drivers was beside her in a flash.
"Where are we going, Miss Ukraine?"
"Hi. I can drive myself; it is just a personal trip."
The man bowed and vanished as quickly as he had come. She climbed into her small car and pulled out, placing her cell phone in the passenger seat. "I really would not have minded having someone come with me, but if they knew where I was going, they would stop me. Should I tell? Hi."
Sometime later she parked in Russia's driveway. "His car is here," she said, looking at the little larger car she had parked behind. "He must be home." She walked up to the door, and then noticed it was slightly open. She tensed up but entered. "Vanya!"
Her only reply was an echo. She walked through room after room, searching for her brother. "Vanya, it is your sister, Ukraine!" She started climbing the stairs. "Ivan? Are you up here?" His bedroom door was open and she peeked in. "Russia?" She could smell blood so she came fully inside. Russia lay on the floor. "Oh my… VANYA!"
Argh. This is shorter than what I wanted. I'm just in a mystery writing mood right now.
Ukraine's hurting chest is because of Russia's injuries. I think that in a family of nations, the others should be able to know if one is hurt. The reason I sent Ukraine is I felt like they would be closer than either is to Belarus. For Belarus fans, no worries, she'll show up.