Ukraine X Gertrude

Yes. I'm definitely lost. Ukraine thought as she wandered aimlessly though the streets of this very dark and unfamiliar place. America had invited Russia over to visit and Ukraine had decided to tag along. That was a mistake, as she had lost sight of her brother and their over-enthusiastic friend, and wound up straying to some unknown part of the country and quickly ended up lost, which wasn't difficult considering how vast the country was.

Ukraine heard music coming from somewhere nearby and as she turned the next corner she saw the bright neon sign, illuminating the name 'Oswald's'. Deciding this might be a good place to call America's house from she went inside. The place looked quite high-class, with expensive wines and other alcohols lining the shelves behind the bar, and all of the guests wearing tailor made suits.

Noticing an old-ish looking woman sitting at a table alone, Ukraine decided to make herself acquainted and try and find out where she was. It wasn't until she spoke that the old woman seemed to notice that she'd sat down.

"Excuse me; I was wondering if you could perhaps tell me where I am." She asked politely.

The old woman turned to look at her. "Oh, this is my son's cub. Isn't it wonderful? He's such a lovely boy." She replied.

"I'm sure he is, but could you tell me where in America I am?" Ukraine tried again.

"He's not here right now, he's out doing business with that lovely detective he talks so much about."

Realising she wasn't getting any answers any time soon, Ukraine smiled politely and stood up. "Thank you for your help."

Before she was able to leave, she felt a hand on her arm. "Wait. Why don't you come home with me so that I can introduce you to him when he gets home?"

"Oh, no, it's alright-" her protests were fruitless as the old woman was already pulling her from the club and back down the deserted streets of... wherever the hell she was.

Gertrude opened the door to her apartment and entered, Ukraine following behind, pulling the door shut as she did. She hadn't really wanted to come here but the old woman had insisted, and she seemed nice enough. Ukraine had actually warmed to her on the way over as she talked about her son, Oswald.

"Sit down. Would you like a drink?"

Ukraine obeyed. "Um, no thank you." She declined. The older woman nodded and took a seat next to her, much closer that necessary.

"I'm sorry dear; I forgot to ask you your name." Gertrude remarked, moving even closer to the country (if that was possible).

Ukraine felt her face heating up at the closeness and stumbled slightly over her words. "Oh-um... Ukraine..."

"Like the country? That's wonderful." She smiled and clapped her hands together before returning them to her side, accidentally brushing her hand against Ukraine's as she did so causing her to turn an even deeper shade of red.

Ukraine had a feeling this was going to be a long night.

"Mom! I'm home-" Oswald began as he opened the door to the apartment, but quickly stopped when he saw the sight in front of him. Stunned, he slowly backed away, closing the door as he did so. He'd just come back later. When she wasn't... busy.