"Russia says he has a black eye that bleeds a little, but he said not to worry and that he'll take care of it."
North nearly shouted at her sister, "PUT THE PEDAL TO THE METAL WE NEED TO HELP MONGOLIA!"
South smirked and pressed her foot fully onto the acceleration pedal, making the car jump from forty to seventy. When they reached Russia's house, they heard loud screams of pain and protest; they couldn't make out what was being said, but they were certain it was Mongolia. They let themselves in and the first thing they heard was, "GET OFF OF ME!" They both stood still, letting their imaginations get away from them. South was the first to come back to reality.
"Let's go find them."
"Right." They followed the shouts, which lead to a bedroom door. They both wanted to open it badly, but they didn't want to disturb them.
"DAMN IT RUSSIA, GET BLEA OFF OF ME! WHAT IF SOMEONE WALKED IN HERE RIGHT NOW? WHAT WOULD THEY THINK?!" Mongolia shouted at the Russian, who was trying to put an ice pack on the swelling eye. However, Mongolia held his wrist so he couldn't do so.
"Монголия, if you would just let me put the ice pack on, this would all be over." Russia answered the struggling man underneath him. He had resorted to sitting on the Mongol's stomach to keep him in place.
"I TOLD YOU, I DON'T NEED AN ICE PACK!"
The door opened and revealed North and South Transylvania, both of their faces saying, 'What is going on in here?'
"IT IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" Mongolia told them. He knew that look a little too well.
"It looks like Russia is trying to put an ice pack on you, but you don't want it and are keeping it as far from your eye as possible." South explained, slightly disappointed that it wasn't what she was thinking.
"Alright, it's exactly what it looks like then."
Russia payed no mind to the two nations that walked in. North walked to the other side of the bed to look at Mongolia's eye. It was starting to turn a purple-ish and yellow-ish color. She saw scratches going horizontal from his forehead to his chin and the scratches started bleeding.
"Монголия, you're bleeding again~" Russia spoke with child-like innocence.
"YOU DO WHAT YOU DID LAST TIME AND YOU'RE DEAD! YOU HEAR ME? DEAD!"
"What did he do last time?" North injected herself into the conversation.
"He poured rubbing alcohol on a cloth and rubbed it on my face! ASSHOLE!"
"Watch your mouth Mongolia, there are impressionable children in the room." South scolded.
North crossed her arms and nodded, "That's right. Hey, wait...I AM NOT AN IMPRESSIONABLE CHILD!"