Ukraine: Bipolar Vengeance
Scenario 1:
Russia was walking through one of America's cities, because he was looking for something to give Belarus for her upcoming birthday. His little sister might kill him if he didn't remember, and though he might not stay dead, the experience isn't a fun one.
He was mostly thinking about what he should get her, other than his hand in marriage, so jewelry was out of the question. He was hoping to avoid that sort of confrontation. Knives were discarded as well; he didn't want to make her any more dangerous than she already was. He was toying around with the idea of clothes. A new dress, perhaps? But what are her measurements…
He was startled out of his musings when he heard whimpering coming from a nearby alleyway. Russia was prepared to ignore it and move on, but he had a bad feeling about this. He has learned to trust his instincts, as they have saved him from much pain in the past. He glanced in the alleyway slyly, not letting on that anything was wrong.
He paused before he passed the dismal entrance, when he heard a soft sob. 'It must be a woman' Russia thought to himself. He remembered back to when he found out what had happened to his older sister. He recognized the voice. That voice, it was no stranger's. It was another country. Specifically, it was Ukraine's voice.
So that's why he had a bad feeling. Someone dared hurt his sister. He might not be as close to her nowadays, but he would still murder anyone who laid a hand on her. Despite his huge size, he silently withdrew his rusty pipe, and stalked into the alley. He found her in a bricked up doorway, holding herself and shivering. She looked up with tearful eyes.
"R-Russia?" She whispered. "Is it really you?" Ukraine stood up, arms wrapped around her (partially) scrawny frame.
"Who did this to you, big sister?" Russia asked menacingly, kol'ing. "They will pay." Ukraine slowly walked towards Russia, who stowed his pipe away in his coat.
"They will. Why don't we start with you, little brother?" Ukraine's whole demeanor changed. Her arms fell from around her, revealing a gun that she had hid beneath her voluminous chest. Her voice changed from a fearful whimpering to a vengeance-fueled drawl. She pointed the weapon at her brother's forehead. "Have fun in hell." BANG!
Russia woke up a few hours later, chained from head to foot. He struggled futilely against his restraints.
"Awake already, little brother?" Ukraine slowly stepped from the shadows. "Now your real punishment begins…" She trailed off menacingly, holding up a bloodstained riding crop. Russia recognized it-he had beaten Lithuania with it during his USSR days. What else had Ukraine gotten a hold of…?
So what do you think? My second attempt (first was for KHR) at writing something serious. The first attempt was lost when my computer crashed. All 23 pages of it. So I wasn't happy. I'm trying to fix it, but it will never be as perfect as the original. I'm sorry if Russia seems OOC. And Ukraine is supposed to act all psycho. It was on purpose. She had a psychotic break, and this is the result, in my mind. Review if you want me to continue, or if you have any suggestions. I already have Canada, Poland, and N. Italy finished, and Lichtenstein is under construction.