"Okay, everyone is dismissed!" America shouted. The meeting was finally over. Russia had to get out fast, while his younger sister was distracted. He headed for the stairs. Hearing his sister ask where he was, he sped up, looking behind him.
Bang! He had run right into someone. Russia watched as a young girl flew down the stairs. As she hit the bottom, Russia raced to help her up. "Are you okay, da?" Her nose was bleeding. She didn't move. She looked familiar, but he couldn't place why. "Wake up!"
She opened her eyes and sat up. Her head raised and she was looking at him. "Who are you?" She wiped her bloody nose on the sleeve of her dress. "What am I doing here?"
"I'm Russia. I knocked you down the stairs. I'm terribly sorry. Can you stand?" She rose slowly. "What's your name? Do you have a guardian here that can take care of you?"
"I-I don't remember. I think I was looking for someone, but I don't know who." She looked around. Her hair was unusually short. She probably would've looked like a male if not for her dress.
"You don't remember anything? Not even your name, da?" Russia was concerned. He just gave a young girl amnesia.
"My name… My name is…I don't know." She wiped her nose again. "Wait. I was here looking for my big brother, I think. He had a meeting and asked me to wait 'til it was over to talk to him."
"Da, I was at that meeting. Do you know his name?"
"No. I don't remember why I needed him, either. I hope it wasn't too important."
"Well, most everyone from the meeting is still upstairs. You can go up and look for him."
"But…I don't remember what he looks like. Will you come with me, Mr. Russia?"
"I-I," He began, thinking of his own younger sister. Then he saw her blank, scared face. "I guess so. Let's go." He took her hand and led her upstairs. Upon entering the room, he saw that about half the people had left already. Surely this girl's big brother wouldn't leave her behind. She looked around, her face showing no signs of recognition. "How about you come home with me today? You fell hard, and you should be resting."
She shrugged. "I wonder if my brother was looking for me."
"Let's go." He led her back down the stairs and out the door. Russia opened the passenger door to his car and she climbed in. "Buckle your seatbelt."
She nodded. "Okay." Russia walked around the front of his car and hopped in the drivers seat. When he turned the key, Russian ballet music played from the speakers. He blushed and shut it off. "Wait." She turned it back on. "I like it. It's really nice."
"Alright." He pointed to the glove box. "There's tissues in there. Your nose is still bleeding." She pulled out a travel package of tissues and held one to her nose. "Again, I apologize."
"It's okay. I feel fine, except for not remembering some stuff." She smiled slightly at him as he backed his car out of the lot and began to drive home. "Thank you for taking care of me."
"I owe you, da? I mean, I knocked you down the stairs." He kept his eyes on the road.
"But still, thanks."
"You're welcome. You remind me of my sister when she was younger." He remembered playing with his younger sister when they were kids. That was before she became…insane.
"Do you love your sister very much?" She asked innocently. How was he to answer her?
"Da." He mumbled. He turned the car into his driveway. To his surprise, Switzerland was sitting against the closed garage door. He stood and walked to the car. Russia stopped the car and got out of hi seat. "Stay here, okay?" She nodded. He closed the door and walked to the smaller nation. "Something wrong?" He asked.
Switzerland glared at him. "You have five seconds to explain why you have my sister, then I'm going to shoot you."