Ukraine didn't get more than about 3 hours sleep that night, as she had fallen asleep at around 4 o'clock.
She was pretty annoyed when at 7 in the morning she was awoken by loud music and giggling from downstairs, although it wasn't an unpleasant sound.
The busty woman sighed and changed into a comfortable blue dress, not bothering with socks (which she regretted - the floor was cold).
As she headed down the creaking wooden stairs, the music seemed to grow louder. She recognised it as British rock music. Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen, to be exact. Ukraine greeted France and Lithuania, who were innocently playing a game of Go Fish on the floor, and walked into the kitchen. She promptly burst out laughing.
In the kitchen, the radio was playing one of England's CD's loudly. Canada was cooking pancakes, sat on the worktop. Italy was making omelettes, and England was pouring glasses of milk and making a cup of tea.
That was pretty normal, but the reason Ukraine was cracking up was because England was dancing. He was wearing just his t-shirt and boxers again, and he was doing a ridiculous dance to the timeless song. He was turned away from Ukraine and didn't see her, nor did he hear her raucous laughter.
As the song changed over to Penny Lane, The Beatles, England began to sing along. Somehow he managed to coax Canada into singing it with him. Ukraine walked into the kitchen and expected him to stop and act all embarrassed.
But clearly he was in a good mood that morning, and he didn't care. In fact, he grabbed Ukraine around the waist and began to dance with her. He was smiling one of his rare, genuine smiles, and it had to be said, his laugh was infectious. Ukraine let out a chuckle and danced around the kitchen with him for a while. Eventually he spun her around, and let her twirl off. Ukraine caught herself on the kitchen surface, hand narrowly missing Italy's omelette. She was grinning from ear to ear and the grouchy Brit was acting quite out of character.
"You're happy today!" she giggled. England smiled at her and began to butter some toast (come on guys, everyone can do toast)
"Well, it's a beautiful day! And I'm surrounded by beautiful people!" he chirped. Ukraine's heart gave a slight jump at this, and her cheeks tinted red. To hide this, she glanced out the window and saw that it was sunny, with a clear blue sky. If a little cold. Her mind flashed back to memories of England's house. It rained constantly and it was very unusual for it not to be cloudy. Of course he'd be happy!
"Vell, I suppose your house doesn't have much weather like this." Ukraine replied. England shook his head and spread some Marmite on another piece of buttered toast and took a bite from it.
"Yum." was his only reply.
Somehow England, Canada and Italy had managed to make breakfast for the whole house without breaking, burning, or setting anything on fire. Everyone munched their pancakes/toast/eggs without complaint, and France took this opportunity to tease England. As usual.
"Honhon!~ It seems zat you are able to cook! Miracles do 'appen." he sang out. He tore a bite out of his omelette and patted Italy's head. Italy beamed.
"You're lucky I'm not willing to throttle an eight year old." England growled. France spluttered.
Later that day, after Alfred had woken up, (so around lunchtime) England had gone for a walk, taking most of the nations with him. This left Ukraine, Seychelles, Poland and Hungary who had just popped over. Iceland and Liechtenstein were both playing upstairs, leaving the grown ups to talk.
"So like, vhat's up, sister?" Poland asked Ukraine, slinging his arm around her neck. The few female nations regularly met up to sort out their problems and chat. Usually Ukraine or Hungary hosted, and Vietnam, Taiwan, Liechtenstein and Seychelles came over too. Sometimes one of the cities would be there too, and Poland was allowed to come because let's face it. He's Poland.
Ukraine gave a long sigh and leaned into Poland a little.
"I'm so happy looking after everyvun like zis but it does make me a little..." she trailed off the end of her sentence. Hungary nodded.
"Looking after zose leetle vuns does make you feel strange. It's not describable." she said with a smile. Ukraine drained the rest of her coffee, and winced as the hot liquid seared down her throat. It wasn't that hot a moment ago.
"There's something else too, oui?" Seychelles asked. Ukraine breathed out.
"You can't tell anyvun, but since Denmark knows everyvun else probably does too." she muttered.
"Like spit it out babe!" Poland exclaimed excitedly.
"Vell, ve accidentally lost Iceland last night. Don't say anything Hungary, he's safe now.
It's just zat somezing very very bad must have happened in ze forest. Ve found him in a very high tree vith scratches all over, and a very big, shallow cut on his ribcage. He vas crying and even Mr Puffin was distressed." she whispered to them.
The other women (and man) were silent for a few moments. Iceland didn't cry. He had barely ever cried the first time he had been a baby, according to Norway, and he hadn't cried in over 100 years. Or more.
"We like, totally have to find out vhat it vas." Poland said thoughtfully. A serious expression took over Seychelles' face as she thought for a moment.
"You need to make sure your windows and doors are bolted at night so they can't get out again." she said seriously.
Ukraine opened her mouth, about to ask them about something else, when they heard the door swing open and England's voice called out.
"Ukraine! We're back!" he said.
The strong smell of rosemary wafted in through the door and the female nations cast confused glances at each other. Suddenly, England, France, Finland, and Lithuania bounced in, cheeks red from the cold air. The girls took one glance at them and burst out laughing.
They all looked as though they had been dragged through a bush backwards. A rosemary bush, to be exact. France's and Lithuania's hair were full of sprigs of rosemary. The plant was stuffed inside every single one of England's pockets, sticking out from under his watch. Finland's hat resembled a hedgehog with the number of needles in it. Rosemary was stuffed down France's trousers, spilling out of his shoes. The stuff was everywhere.
Just as they began to calm down, Finland chose that moment to announce that the others were even worse, sending them into fresh waves of laughter. Hungary was actually crying, she was laughing so hard.
"How did you lot end up... like... haha!" Seychelles giggled. Her shrieks of laughter stopped her from finishing the sentence.
"Er, you see, we were at the park nearby and we were rolling down a hill-" England began.
"L'Angleterre is such a child at 'eart, really~" France sang. England flicked him on the ear and continued, scowling a little.
"We were rolling down the hill when we discovered far too late the massive rosemary bush at the bottom. We all got stuck in it and Romano ended up at the bottom of the pile-up."
A light blush spread over his features, tinting them pink.
"Angleterre, I do believe that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." Seychelles giggled. England allowed a small smile to touch his lips, before hurrying off to change. The other nations went upstairs with him, except France. He stayed for a moment, just to grin at Ukraine.
"Ohonhonhon~ Do not try to deny it. We all caught you staring." he smirked. With that he left, leaving Ukraine confused.
"Vhat? I don't know vhat he's on about." she stammered.
"Ukraine! He like, said don't deny it! You've totally got a crush!" Poland cackled. Hungary whistled, and they all fell about laughing.
Ukraine still had no idea.
(A/N) LAWL. RANDOM FILLER.
Also slightly crack. England dancing to the Beatles and a surprise encounter with a rosemary bush? Ohhh yes.
I should probably mention you guys won't usually get updates on Thursday or Monday unless I've already written one and just need to post. Thursdays I go to Guides and Mondays I go climbing with my dad and sister until 9pm :3 I go to bed at nine so yeah.
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