"Belarus! Look!"
"Who the hell are you? Get out of my house!" The little blonde pulled a knife out of nowhere and held it out menacingly, practically growling.
"Waah!" Katushya cried, panicking. "It's me! Ukraine! Your sister?" She held up her hands in front of her face fearfully.
Natalia lowered her knife a bit, looking confused. "But... You're..."
Katushya beamed happily at her little sister. "Isn't it great?" She held out her arms, displaying flat chest proudly.
One of the little blonde's eyes twitched in confusion. "But... I didn't even... hear you coming. What?" Her arm fell to her side.
"I don't know what happened! I just woke up this morning and they were like this! You didn't even hear me coming did you?" she giggled.
"So your chest just magically disappeared?" Natalia said sceptically. Katushya nodded enthusiastically. Well that sounds suspicious. "And you have no idea how?"
"Not a clue. But maybe God finally answered my prayers!"
"No that's not it." Natalia said curtly. Her sister's face fell.
"What do you think happened?"
"I don't know. But you should be careful. Changing something on your body usually changes something in your country."
"Estonia did mention that..."
"Well what do your breasts represent?"
Katushya thought this over for a few seconds. "I have no idea," she shrugged.
"You're unhelpful. And this is not my problem. Get out of my house."
"But aren't you happy that my back doesn't hurt anymore?" The older country pouted.
"Not really. I don't particularly care if your back hurts or not."
"But Nat-"
"Get out. Now."
Katushya hung her head. "Fine." She left mumbling about happiness and backs and trading places.
She was about to get into her car when her portable rang. She looked at the caller ID. It was her boss. "Hello?" she answered.
"Ukraine, we have a problem."
"What is it? If it has to do with the gas supply, I don't want to hear it."
"It doesn't," came the immediate answer.
"...What's wrong then?"
"It's the crops. All the crops have shrunk."
"...What do you mean shrunk?"
"All the fields are about an eighth of the size they used to be. We don't know what happened."
Katushya put her hands to her chest slowly. "An eighth... that sounds about the same as..."
"As what?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. I'll take care of it. I think I know what happened."
"Well what-" But she didn't hear the rest. She hung up and dialled Ivan's number. He answered after three rings.
"Hello?" came the polite, childish-sounding voice.
"Russia?"
"Ah! Ukraine! How are you sister?"
"Not good, I'm afraid. I need your help."
"What's the matter?"
"You dabble in magic sometimes, don't you?"
"...Yes." His voice sounded darker now.
"And you know which other countries do as well, right?"
She heard a small bit of relief in his voice. "Yes I do. Do you need to know who they are?"
"Yes I do. My land is having problems and I think it might be because of someone's magic."
"No problem!" He said brightly, glad to be able help (rat out other countries).
"Oh thank you! Who are they?"
"Well," he said confidentially. "There are only a few. There's Iceland, Kenya, and Brazil. But the biggest and most active one is England."
"England... Thank you so much Ivan!"
"Not a problem! Have fun!"
"Ha ha I will. Goodbye."
"Goodbye sister."
And with that, they hung up. "England... Why would he shrink my breasts?" She thought for a moment. I have to call Estonia. I'm on my portable a lot today! She dialled the blond's number. He picked up after the first ring.
"This is Estonia," he said politely.
"Estonia, it's Ukraine."
"Yes, I know. I have caller ID. How can I help you."
Katushya blushed at her mistake. "Can you find England's number for me?"
"...And why do you need to call England exactly?"
"Because you were right. My crops are an eighth of their size. And I think he is the one that did it."
"...I see. Hold on just a moment. I will find his number for you." Katushya had only about forty-five seconds to wait before Estonia spoke again. "I found it. The number is (NOT AVAILABLE TO READERS! BWAHAHA) okay?"
"All right. Thank you very much Estonia!" Ukraine said brightly, relieved that she had a friend who could find numbers so easily.
"I hope everything works out well. Goodbye."
"I hope so too. Bye." She hung up for the third time and dialled the number that Estonia had given her. It rang four times. Five. Six. Voicemail. Oh dear.
Sorry for not posting yesterday. I was at my friend's house. But I will try to post twice today! Review please!