When Ukraine Stops Kievan Rus's Rampage and Takes Him to Russia's House
"What the hell a' we 'posed ta do with him?" Scotland grumbled staring at the odd nation huddled in the corner. All of the other Ancients went to great lengths not to be within five meters of him, possibly because of the odd smile on his face that looked more like a snarl, or maybe because of the slightly uneven and threatening air about him.
"We need to call Russia or maybe Ukraine...I'm sure they'd be happy to have Kievan Rus'" England answered, shuffling some papers.
"I'll call!" Northern Ireland yelled, he was happy to get away from the creepy guy. Besides, Ukraine was nice, Peter had told him so on several occasions. Humming he walked into the kitchen and grabbed up his older brother's phone and searched contacts until he found Ukraine. Pressing dial, he heard someone pick up after the first ring.
"Hello?" A voice on the other side questioned.
"Hullo! This is Northern Ireland, younger brother of England. We request ye ta come ta England with yer brother an' sister." North explained, in a similar manner to how he'd heard his brothers speak to other nations.
"Why?" Ukraine asked.
"Um, 'cause,'cause, well, ye hafta! It's too hard ta explain right over the phone." North huffed.
"I-I suppose...let me tell my brother and sister. We will be there by tomorrow." Ukraine stammered, not entirely sure what to make of Northern Ireland, but still curious to see what England could want them for.
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"Big brother!" Belarus whined, attaching herself to Russia; who in turn tried to shake her off. Clinging tightly, she asked "What if this a prank?"
A frightening look settled on Russia's features. "England wouldn't dare mess with Russia,da?"
"Of course not!" Ukraine answered. "I do not believe England's one to play pranks. I'm sure this visit is for very important reasons." She told Russia smiling, then gave her sister pleading eyes; begging her not to upset Russia. Belarus huffed in irritation and turned away from her sister's eyes.
"Ah! Here we are!" Russia smiled leading his sisters up to England's front door.
Just as they were to approach the door it banged open, a redhead running out of it screaming hysterically "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Russia and his family abruptly came to a stop watching the scene unfold with mild amusement. Several more shouts were heard from inside before a platinum blond ran out of the house, a rather large butcher's knife clenched in his pale fist.
Ukraine's mouth dropped open. Several seconds later she sobbed "Papa!" This caught the rampaging man's attention. His purple tinged eyes grew large and the butcher knife fell from his slack fingers; this was met by a screech from the redhead who had been knocked down just moments before.
"Ukraine?" The man muttered.
Ukraine nodded her head, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. "Papa, how...?"
The man looked to the younger one cowering at his feet. Stepping away, he approached his daughter, what he assumed to be his son and a young lady he did not recognize. "Britannia has clumsy boys."
Though confused, Russia gave the man a smirk. "Ah, yes, I have been summoned by England on more than one occasion when he uses magic."
The man's lips twitched. Turning to his eldest he questioned "Is he..?"
"Yes papa, this is Russia and with us is our little sister Belarus." Ukraine smiled.
The man relaxed, and a wide grin slipped into place. Opening his arms he gathered the trio into his arms whispering "My children, I have missed you."
Belarus and Russia became tense and their confusion only intensified. "Sister, who is this man?" Belarus inquired, giving his a dagger-like glare.
Ukraine gasped. "I am sorry! This is our father, Kievan Rus'" Ukraine apologized to her siblings. "I did not think...and you were so small Russia when he disappeared.." She murmured more tears leaking from her eyes.
"Sister...you do not need to cry, we understand." Russia said, awkwardly patting the buxom woman's shoulder.
Ukraine sniffled. "I am glad, you are not angry." Turning to their father, she inquired "How long will you be staying papa?"
The man shrugged. "They are not certain how long we have." He replied.
"I see, then you must come home with us!" Ukraine grinned latching onto her papa's arm. Looking to her younger brother she asked "Can we stay at your home for a while Russia?"
"Of course, sister. I am very interested in getting to know our father as well." Russia agreed.
"Wonderful!" Ukraine laughed. "Then let's not waste time, let's go now." She demanded leading their small group away from England's house.
Thanks for reading, sorry it took so long to be uploaded; but school eats up a lot of time. Please review. I wanna do a chapter of Native America coming into the afterlife, but I have no idea how to write it or what exactly would happen. Any suggestions?