So I am just going to reboot all of this. Go back and reread the story to make sense of everything. My ADHD makes it impossible to focus on one story and drive it through to the end. Right now I have three. All based off of characters of Eastern Europe. Only one is finished, and that is the one that isn't even on the computer. So, I'm not sure how many still follow this story, but I'm back baby!

~UC

The phone rang throughout the house. Lithuania answered it. "Hello? This is Russia's phone…oh, hello Mister Putin…" Russia froze.

"Shit! I completely forgot about my boss!" she whispered, "I'm not here!"

"Oh I'm sorry sir, sh-he's not home at the moment…I will…a-a meeting with America?…I'm not sure about that sir…because, um, he hasn't been feeling too well lately…I will have him call you back later. I will let you know how he is…I will…oh-I'm um, just taking care of an old friend sir…oh, thank you…he is just going through a tough time right now…oh, well you're welcome sir…I will makes sure he calls you. I promise…good bye." Lithuania hung up. "Your boss is such fun to talk to."

"I'm sorry. Did you say I had a meeting with America?" she asked.
"Next month," he replied, "You know Putin and Obama." She sighed.
"I'll never understand America's views," she said.
"You're going to have to tell your boss eventually," he said. She sighed.
"I don't even want to imagine his reaction," she said.
"Your boss is…married, right?" Lithuania asked.

"He got divorced back in 2014 so he's been in a pretty bad mood ever since. That's why I'm so worried," she replied, "Why do you think I've never told him about…" she trailed off.
"What?" Lithuania asked.
"Nothing..." she said. She then gave him a look that said the subject was to be changed. "It's nothing important," she said, "Right now I have think about the G8 meeting that's coming up in a week and what I am going to do!" She dashed upstairs.

An ear piercing scream rang through the house. Lithuania bounded up the stairs as fast as he could. He dashed down the hallway and almost kicked open Russia's door.

"Russia! Are you okay?! What happened?!" He then saw the blood. He passed out. Belarus finally got to the room. She had just awoken.

"What do you want?!" she moaned. She then saw the blood. Russia was trembling with tears in her eyes. Blood was everywhere. All over the sheets. She was awake now. "Holy shit, already?!"

"S-So much blood…" she said trembling, "S-Sis I think I'm dying." Belarus sighed.
"Come on. Let's get you showered off and call Ukraine," she said, "I am not talking about this by myself."

"I already called her," said Russia.
"Really?" she asked, "Oh damn it Russia, you didn't freak out at her, did you?"
"…no…"

A few minutes ago...

This is Ukraine. Who is calling?
SIS!
Russia?
UKRAINE!
Russia? What's wrong?!
I-I was asleep. And then I-I woke up and-and…Blood everywhere! I-I dont know whats going on! HELP!
I'll be over as soon as I can.

Now

Belarus sighed. "I will wait for Ukraine to get here before I explain this to you," she said, "Get something straight. Being a girl sucks." She looked at Lithuania. "You! Up!" Lithuania slowly regained consciousness. He attempted to get up. But ended up collapsing again. "For fucks sake! It's just blood you pansy!"
"It's not the blood! I've seen blood. It's just…ohh I don't feel good…" he passed out again. She gave him a kick in the ass.
"Sis! Don't kick him!" There was a knock at the door.

"Damn it! Come in for fucks sake! You don't need to knock!" Belarus yelled. Ukraine rushed in.
"I got your-Oh…wow," she halted.
"I don't think this is normal," said Russia. Ukraine helped her up.
"Shower off. We will explain afterwards," she said as she tried to comfort Russia, "Lithuania. Can you take care of the sheets?" Lithuania was still not moving.
"I think he's pretty much out," said Belarus, "Don't worry I got him." She picked him up and slung him over her shoulder.

"What is going on?!" Russia asked. Ukraine sighed.
"Russia, remember those days when you were little and I asked you and Belarus to not bother me?" she asked.
"You threatened to break our necks!" Russia said.
"Or the days when Belarus was a bit too hash on you?"
"Like when she blocked every single Channel on my television?" Russia asked. Ukraine nodded.
"Or the days when I wasn't well enough to play out side with you?" She nodded. "Well…um…" Ukraine turned red, "Belarus? A little help?"

"That's going to happen every fucking month," she said setting Lithuania down on the couch. She then pinched his nose.
"You bleed like that every MONTH?!" Russia gaped.
"Don't forget all the other things that go along with that," said Belarus.
"There's more?!" Russia asked.

"I'll let you find out on your own…" said Belarus. Lithuania then woke up gasping for air.
"Wow. I had a dream I was underwater and I couldn't breathe!" he gasped.
"Oh, too bad it wasn't real," said Belarus, "Male. Go clean up the sheets. Don't faint in them. If you do you are out of the job!"
"Y-Yes Belarus!" he ran upstairs.

"Wait...Ah! I see now! I am so stupid," Russia laughed, "These must be the periods that you talk about all the time."
"Yes."
"Ahh...I get it now...I'm still very freaked out."

"Did you get them?" Russia asked. Lithuania handed her the bag. "Sorry for making you go. It really must have been awkward."
"Oh no problem. Belarus does the same thing with me," he said.
"What?!"
"It's normally either me or Poland," he said, "mostly me."
"Why?"

"She says that the entire store overreacts when they see her in that aisle."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"No I'm used to being pushed around. And I am used to women…and Poland," he said, "Remember, I was married twice."

"Oh yes, I remember," she said. He smiled.
"Remember, you can come to me if you have any troubles," he promised.

"Thank you," she said, "You think growing up with two sisters would make me an expert on this. But nope." Lithuania smiled.
"Don't worry. Not even women understand women."

"Do I have to go?" Russia asked.
"If you don't go, then people will get suspicious," Lithuania said.

"But if I do go everyone will laugh at me," she replied. He sighed.
"I highly doubt that miss."
"But what if-"

"Russia, we're already outside the building," said Lithuania.
"They're going to notice my disguise," she said. She wore thicker layers, a wig, bindings around her chest, and had trimmed her nails as well as stuffed her gloves a bit. She looked a lot like the former Russia though. Her disguise was very good.
"If they did, I'm sure you'd be fine," he assured.

"Thank you. Lithuania, you do so much!" She hugged him before stepping out of the car and stumbling towards the building. Lithuania sighed. Why am I doing this? I hate Russia. Why am I forgetting about what he did to me back in the Soviet Union?! I really am a total pushover when it comes to women, aren't I?

Meanwhile...

"Here comes Russia," said Romano starting to hide. Everyone dreaded Russia at the meeting. Russia's form of greeting always made everyone uncomfortable. He greeted everyone with a kiss on the lips, according to his traditions. The large being entered the room. However something was different. Russia had an uneasy and nervous feeling emitting from the usual aura of dread. Along with being a lot thinner. Russia then forced a smile. She started the greetings with Italy.

"P-Privet Italy," it sounded like the Russian had a cold. Russia kissed Italy. Italy stood there speechless. This wasn't like Russia. That kiss was…amazing! His lips were so soft! "Is the South here?"

"I-I-In the bathroom," he said, "But I could greet you for him!" Italy puckered his lips. Russia laughed. Russia skipped over Germany since he had requested not to be greeted that way and went to Japan. But Japan also pushed the giant away by the chest.

"I…like personal space," he said, "Please no. I don't want to be cursed again." Russia shrugged and moved on to France. France didn't hesitate since he was used to this greeting. England was next. He had been trying to say no but just didn't have the heart to tell Russia.
"Angliya!" Russia sing-songed before giving him a quick peck on the lips. Finally Russia went to America. "Skipping you because you are jerk," she said.

"Good. You're lips probably are crusty and hard anyways," said America. Canada smiled. For once I'm happy to not be noticed. Russia then turned to Canada.
"Oh! I did not forget about you Canada," Russia said. Canada smiled nervously as he got greeted. America then noticed something.

"Hey wait a second…" Russia stiffened. "Did you lose weight?" America asked. Russia sighed.
"What are you talking about?"
"You went from a bunch of lard to amazingly slim! I hardly even recognized you!" America said, "How did you do it?! Tell me your secret man!"
"Lard?!" Excuse you! I was never fat!
"America!" England interjected, "if anything, he looks sick. Are you okay?"

"Oh come on!" France interjected, "Just be happy for him and his sexy figure!"
"I'm just concerned!" England said.
"You are just jealous!"
"Why you–"

"Hey!" Germany yelled, "Let's get on with the meeting!" Everyone took their seat. "Russia, welcome back to the G8. After what happened, you understood why we had to temporarily suspend you?"
"Yes yes. I understand. But now I promise, no more invading!" Russia said. For now...

"Alright, let's begin already!" Romano complained.
"But China is not here," said Russia.
"China's not in the G8, remember?" said England. Russia nodded.

The meeting continued on. After an hour, her she had a horrible migraine. It wasn't helping when Italy was ranting about something pointless. Holy shit Italy! Shut the fuck up!

"Russia?" She jumped.
"Y-Yes?"
"Are you feeling alright?" England asked. Russia paused for a moment. What should I do? "Russia?"

"Fine!" she snapped. England backed off. She felt someone tap on her shoulder. She jumped. Canada held out an aspirin. She smiled. "Thank you," she whispered. He nodded. She pushed on.

There was one hour left in the meeting. Russia then got a horrible pain in the pit of her stomach. No. Please not here. Russia zoned out of the meeting. She bit her lip to prevent from moaning. This is bad. This is really bad.

"Russia?" A voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Y-Yes?"
"Are you on board?" Germany asked.
"With…what?"
"Were you even paying attention?" Germany growled.
"Ah! S-Sorry, I zoned out..." Germany sighed.
"Are you on board with China making an appearance next meeting?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. I am on board," she replied.
"Good, then it is settled." Another wave of pain hit. Ouch…this really hurts. I'm not used to this. She closed her eyes and took a breath. Her chest hurt even more. The bindings. They were so tight and really irritated her.

"Russia?" She tensed up. France asked her a question, "Are you not feeling well?" Russia sighed. She nodded. "Would you-"

"I-I be right back," she said. Slightly hunched over, Russia left the room as quick as she could. She stopped at the restrooms. Which one should I go in? She just entered the women's restroom and locked herself in a stall for a moment. She took off her coat and the layers underneath. She then unwrapped the bindings as quickly as she could. She sighed in relief. I was so close. I can't believe I lived through that for three fucking hours! What do I do? Deal with it? At least they can't find me here.

Eventually, the pain decreased. Reluctantly, Russia put her bindings and layers back on, wincing in pain. She sighed. She left the safety of the stall and checked her appearance in the mirror. Someone then came running. Russia froze. If another person saw her as a guy in here… The person poked their familiar face out of the stall. It was China. But he had a black eye and a bloody nose.

"China?!"
"Ah! Russia!" China jumped, "what are you doing here?" Crap! What do I say?
"What are you doing here?!" Russia replied, "And what happened to you?"
"There's a Chinese meeting here," he said, "It gets very violent aru. Poor Hong Kong! He got caught in the dog pile. I'm hiding in here."
"But you are not in China."
"If we were it would be even worse aru," he explained, "Arguments on where we should have had it would take place."
"Oh," said Russia, "You're eye is throbbing." She got a few paper towels for his nose.

"Thank you," he said, "Why are you here aru?"
"Um…I have a G8 meeting," she said.z
"Are you hiding too?" he asked.
"You can assume that," she replied, "I think I should get back now. I should probably see what's going on."
"Good luck aru!"
"Thanks! You too." Russia then returned to the meeting.