Idk if this should be a chapter in the story or one of those things where the countries mess around.

If you're expecting a North and South Korea POV switch, sorry, dat ain't happening. This entire chapter (I guess) will be in Soviet's and Russia's POV. This is so you get to know a certain, I don't know, Soviet's favorite child and biggest country in the world?

Oof I'm stupid.

Sorry if I offend any Russians or anybody in particular... Especially the first thing that happens in this chapter.

Soviet Union POV

"Россия! У меня есть мороженое!" (Russia! I have ice cream!) I screamed as I cautiously entered the house.

Ukraine had called me earlier and told me that Russia was in one of his...uhm...moods. I had stopped by a nearby ice cream truck and got a vanilla ice cream sandwich, one of his favorites.

Russia was literally tearing up the house, and was working on wrecking the couch when I entered. He turned to me with a scowl on his face and I immediately showed him the sandwich.

"Calm down, Russia." I slowly made my way to Russia as he appeared to calm down. He was eyeing the ice cream sandwich and had gotten off the couch and just stood there.

I glanced to my left and saw Belarus, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Lithuania, and Estonia huddled in a corner staring at Russia with wide eyes. They looked at me and I motioned for them to go upstairs.

They silently crept to and up the stairs like I told them. I then turned back to Russia. He was bouncing up and down and groping for the ice cream sandwich, which I held over his head.

He started whining after a while. I shook the sandwich. "You can have it if you calm down and stop being a торнадо." (tornado)

Russia looked down at the ground. "Прости папа..." (I'm sorry, Dad)

I offered the sandwich to him and he gladly took it. I then sent him up to his room. I called the rest of my kids down, at least, the ones who are visiting right now.

"Estonia! Kazakhstan! Ukraine! Belarus! Lithuania! Come down and help me fix the house."

The five of them stumbled down the stairs, Belarus almost falling on her face when she reached the bottom.

"What do you need, әкем?" Kazakhstan asked. "What will we be doing?"

I motioned around the living room. "Take your pick."

The living room was a mess. The walls for splattered with liquids and foods from the kitchen and the couch's cushions foam was everywhere. The dining table was flipped upside down and the chairs littered the room in all sorts of angles, one was even split in two. The pictures that were hanging on the walls littered the floor.

Surprisingly, Russia left the TV and the desk it was on alone. But maybe he was going to do that when he finished with the couch.

"Like I said, take your pick. I'm dealing with the couch and the foam."

Time skip

It took us an hour and a half to completely fix the house. Russia had done a number to it. I even had to order a completely new computer since Russia wrecked the old one.

"Now that we're done with that," Belarus said and turned to the rest of us from her seat on the couch's new cushions. "what's for dinner?"

"Ka ji pasake?" (What did she say?) Lithuania asked.

Lithuania never learned English. I mean, sure, she's learning it right now, but she only knows a few words here and there. She also goes to a different school than the other countries.

I repeated what Belarus said in Lithuanian.

"Ar šiandien jautiesi virėjas, tėve?" (Do you feel like cooking today, Dad?) Lithuania asked me.

I shook my head. "Per daug pavargęs." (Too tired)

"How about we go out to eat?" Estonia suggested. "Me võiksime peatuda Ameerika poole." (We could stop by America's.)

Lithuania asked what Estonia said in English and we translated for her. She shook her head. "Taip, mes išeisime valgyti, bet neisime į Amerikos namus." (Yes, we will go out to eat, but we will not go to America's house.)

"Да. Давай не будем идти в дом Америки. Мы найдем что-нибудь на Родине." (Yeah. Let's not go to America's house. We'll find something in Motherland.) I said.

"Somebody call Russia down."

Ukraine rushed to the stairs and called up, "Russia! We're going out to eat! Put on a jacket and let's go!"

Russia came down the stairs quickly. He then ran over to me and was so excited he couldn't stop jumping around. "Where are we going? Will it be good? Have I been there before? Who am I kidding, I've been to every place in Motherland. How far is it? Will we go anywhere else afterwards?" Russia didn't stop asking questions.

I put a finger to his mouth and laughed. "I can't tell you where we're going if you keep blabbering."

Russia blushed and apologized. He then asked one more time where we were going.

"The one and only Grand Cafe Dr. Jhivago of course."

Russia was so happy and excited he literally pushed all of us out of the house and ushered us onward.

"Calm down, Russia. We have plenty of time to get there." Kazakhstan, who was the oldest, said to Russia when he ran ahead.

Russia turned back around and puffed his cheeks. "We need to hurrry, though! It could close any second, it can't close if we're inside!"

Estonia laughed. "Russia, the restaurant doesn't close. We can arrive there at midnight and they'd still serve us."

Russia stopped. "Oh, right..." He turned back to us. "Sorry, I'm just really excited."

"When are you not?" I chuckled.

Since everyone wasn't really hungry, we decided to go to a few places before eating. We first went to the mall.

We were walking around for a good bit before we came to the arcade section. Russia immediately grabbed Ukraine and Belarus's hands and dragged them to the games.

"Come on, come on! Let's play!"

"Woah, woah!" Belarus laughed. "We need to ask Dad first."

"Go ahead, I'm right here." I called to them.

While Ukraine, Belarus, and Russia looked for arcade games to play, Kazakhstan, Estonia, and Lithuania still stood by me.

"Are you gonna go do something? We have all day." I told them, translating it for Lithuania right after.

Kazakhstan shrugged. "Маған аркада ойындары ұнайды, бірақ мен оны дәл қазір сезінбеймін." (I like arcade games, but I'm not really feeling it right now.)

Estonia pulled out his phone and started texting somebody. "Hey, Dad?" He looked up at me.

"Hm?"

"Is it okay if I hang out with Finland? He's somewhere here."

I sighed. I didn't really like Finland, but Estonia loved him and I have to accept that. "Fine. I'll text you when we're leaving."

Estonia hugged me. "Thanks, Dad!"

He ran off through the mall to look for Finland. "Be careful!" I shouted after him.

"Kur eina Estija?" (Where's Estonia going?) Lithuania tugged my sleeve and pointed after Estonia. I told her what had happened. She shook her head. "Tėti, Estija auga. Jūs turite leisti jam būti su tuo, kurį pasirenka." (Dad, Estonia is growing up. You need to let him be with who he chooses.)

I sighed. "Я знаю, Литва. Это просто ... сложно ..." (I know, Lithuania. It's just... difficult...)

Lithuania looked at me with confusion in her eyes. "Вы поймете, если у вас есть дети." (You'll understand if you have kids.)

Kazakhstan tapped Lithuania's shoulder. "Мен әкеме қатысты болса, біз жасай алатын нәрсені таптым." (I found something we can do, if that's alright with Dad.) Kazakhstan looked at me hopefully. I knew he was excited about whatever it was he wanted to do with Lithuania. I nodded to show him I allowed it, and he dragged his younger sister away.

I sighed. I was alone now. Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus were in the distance playing arcade games, Estonia ran off to hang out with his boyfriend, and Kazakhstan and Lithuania ran off to...somewhere.

I was leaning against a wall and watching Belarus and her brothers to make sure they didn't do anything reckless when I heard a familiar shout.

"Hey Soviet! I didn't know you were here."

All too familiar. So familiar that I got annoyed. And no, it wasn't Third Reich, Japan, or Italy. Last I heard, Japan is still having a mental breakdown so Italy is with him, and Reich is spending time with his father. His dad doesn't really like me so...

I turned to the voice and I wasn't surprised to see who it was. Britian was walking to me and he had a big smile on his face.

I rolled my eyes. "Please, let my kids get bored." I murmered.

Do you have a friend who is just overly annoying to the point that when you see them you just go, "Oh god..."?

That's me and Britian.

Britian stepped beside me and as usual, immediately started a conversation. "What are you doing here?"

Even though I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to be rude to the nice, but annoying country. "Kids and I want to go out to eat. We aren't hungry right now, so we're just going to random places."

"And where are your kids? You have a lot, who are with you?"

I sighed. "Russia lives with me. Ukraine, Belarus, Kazakhstan, Lithuania, and Estonia are visiting. Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus are playing arcade games over there, Kazakhstan and Lithuania are hanging out over there to the left, and Estonia's boyfriend is somewhere in this mall so he ran off to find him."

Britian shook his head. "America and his brothers are already a handful. Do tell me how you do it?"

I shrugged. "Even I don't know. Just raise them the way you think right I guess."

Britian went silent for a moment and then started blabbing again. This time I tuned him out and watched my kids, at least, the ones who didn't run off into the mall to find someone I didn't like. So far so good.

"Who's the mother?"

I froze and turned to Britian. He had my full attention now. "Excuse me, what?"

Britian flinched and looked overwhelmed, but he still repeated the question. "You're kids, who is the mother?"

I looked down at the ground. I didn't like remembering my ex-wife. I mean, sure, it was her who produced the kids that I love oh so dearly and with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I like remembering her.

All my kids but Russia know who their mother is. This is because Russia was too young to remember her, our marriage started falling apart shortly after he was born.

"Soviet Union?"

I jumped. Right, Britian was still here. He looked really apologetic and waved his hands repeatedly while he apologized. "Sorry, sorry. If it bothers you to tell me then don't. It is none of my business anyway."

That's one of the few things I liked about Britian. He understands when someone's uncomfortable talking about something and won't pressure them further.

"Thanks. I might tell you one day, though. It's just..."

"Russia?"

I nodded. "He doesn't know who his mother is. I don't know if he's pondered it or not."

"How is that?"

"He was too young to remember her when we broke up. I haven't seen her since. The rest of my kids know who she is, but I told them not to tell him."

Britian sighed. "I know these aren't my kids, and that I probably have no right to say this, but Russia looks old enough to tell. Maybe he'll even understand." He thought for a moment. "Is there a reason you haven't told him?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I'm not comfortable telling anyone."

"It's not in my place to judge you for that, lad."

"Britian! It's America! He wants to get something but we won't let him. He's holding onto the door and won't let go." France called to Britian from the side of the hall.

"Coming, honey! Bye, Soviet." Britain hurried away to take care of America.

Now that I think about it, Russia and America are perfect for each other. When they're in the mood, they're both brats. Fun.

I turned back to watch Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus. I wasn't watching for long when Kazakhstan and Lithuania came back. "We're bored, Dad." Kazakhstan said.

"Alright, I'll get the others." I turned to the trio by the arcade games. "Russia! Ukraine! Belarus! It's time to go."

Russia groaned. "But it's fun here!"

"Russia! Let's. Go."

Russia slowly followed his older brother and sister as they made their way back to me. "I was just about to beat Ukraine, too." He pouted.

I rolled my eyes and texted Estonia that we were leaving, telling him that we were in the same place as when he left. He immediately texted back, begging to stay and that he'd catch up later.

Belarus saw the whole conversation and me hesitating to reply. "I think you should let him, Dad. He said he'll be fine. Besides, Finland will keep him safe."

I sighed. "Fine."

Me
Fine, whatever. But if you're not at the restaurant by the time I text you a third time, counting this one, you're not getting a seat.

I know, I know, petty. I was upset but that wasn't an excuse.

I angrily shoved my phone back into my pocket. "Let's go."

As we walked out of the mall, Russia tugged my sleeve. "You okay, папа?"

"I'm fine." I replied in a flat voice. Russia didn't ask anything else because everyone knew that if I responded in a flat voice with "I'm fine," then I didn't want to talk and I'd yell at them for a long time if they asked another question.

We walked in silence until we came upon a museum.

"Ooh, ooh! Can we go there? Please please please please?" Russia begged.

"Fine. Но мы уходим, как только кто-то говорит, что ему скучно или голодно." (But we leave as soon as someone says they're bored or hungry.)

Time skip

We were at the museum for a while, and it was really fun. Russia kept pointing and commenting on pictures, artifacts, and more stuff he found cool. Lithuania was more chill about and wasn't really interested in anything there, while everyone else was more interested in the paintings.

I had no problem with everything there. I loved everything I saw, like Russia. He almost touched a painting with his head; if I hadn't pulled him back he would've ruined it.

After about two hours of walking around and looking at things, Russia came bounding back to me with a frown on his face. "Я голоден." (I'm hungry.) He said.

I was starting to get hungry as well. I turned to the rest of my kids and asked, "Кто-нибудь голоден?" (Anybody hungry?)

Everyone nodded. "Well then, let's go."

Lithuania seemed to understand what we were doing despite not understanding English. She led the way to the restaurant. I had texted Estonia earlier and he was waiting for us at the restaurant entrance.

"Hey guys," he called out when he saw us. "and perfect timing, Dad. Finland had to go home so I asked him to drop me off here."

I nodded and smiled. "So everything worked out?"

Estonia nodded. "Sööme!" (Let's eat!)

Time skip, Soviet's heading home with his kids, Lithuania went to her house to deal with matters with another country

We were all stuffed from the food at the restaurant. We walked slowly and Russia almost fell on his face so often I had to walk by his side the whole time. He was talking in hushed voices with Estonia and Ukraine, occasionally laughing from time to time.

"What are you talking about?" I asked them.

Russia looked up at me, giggling. "Ukraine's telling us really funny stories that happen to him during school."

"Why can't you talk louder then? I wanna hear."

"About that..." Ukraine said. "I thought you wouldn't like them because I hang out with.. countries you don't like..."

I shrugged. "You guys are growing up, and Russia is the only one who lives with me. Hang with who you like, but that doesn't mean I'll like them."

"Thanks, Dad."

I nodded and Ukraine talked louder. We were all laughing and having a good time until Mongolia bumped into me.

"Өө! Уучлаарай, миний алдаа." (Oh! Sorry about that, my mistake.) He said, rubbing his head.

"English, please." I grumbled.

Mongolia opened his eyes and scowled. "Oh...you... I am not sorry then."

"Not like I was sorry either."

"Wow, rude."

"Excuse me? How am I being rude?"

"I actually apologized."

"You just told me that you weren't sorry."

My kids stood awkwardly and watched as Mongolia and I argued. We never liked each other, and he's tried to invade my country several times. Failing miserably each time, and only stopping when Russia and China threatened to invade his country. Both. At the same time.

He stopped trying to invade, but our countries and us still don't get along. We argue constantly, even over the stupidest things. Sometimes I wonder how UN and everybody else puts up with us.

My argument with Mongolia started getting more heated, and then I guess Kazakhstan felt someone would take a swing because he grabbed my waist and pulled me back pretty hard.

I didn't expect it and Kazakhstan probably used more force than he intended. Kazakhstan is really strong, but he only really uses his strength to prevent fights and stuff like that. I fell and crashed my head into the ground pretty hard. My head hurt a little bit, but I was wearing my ushanka so I was fine, Kazakhstan still stood over me and asked if I was okay, though.

Mongolia started laughing. "Bravo! Nice trick! Why don't you do it more often, but without the ushanka?"

I got up and it took all of my might to not beat him up. Even so, Kazakhstan and Estonia grabbed my hands and all of my kids and I ran off back to the house. I grumbled the whole way.

When we finally reached the house, we were all tired out. We were all panting and I noticed something. The little pain in my head had grown now.

Know how I said that I was fine because my ushanka was on and that the pain wasn't much? Turns out I was wrong. My head hurt. A lot.

I wanted to grab my head and cry but I didn't want to freak my kids out. I quickly pulled out my key and unlocked the door and hurried inside.

I was speed walking to the stairs by the time Belarus was closing the door. Russia noticed me and called, "Папа, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah... I'm f-fine..!" My voice shook when I replied and I practically ran up the stairs.

I ran to my room and locked the door. I clutched my head and curled up into my bed. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes as the headache got worse.

My head was pounding and it was the worst headache I had ever experienced. I whimpered but made sure I didn't make any loud sounds, for fear of worrying my kids.

Why am I even keeping it from them? They'd help, I'm sure of it. But then Kazakhstan would blame himself for my headache. I don't want him to.

What the heck...make it stop...

Russia POV

When Soviet ran upstairs I knew something was wrong. Not only from his voice shaking, but his quickness to get away from us. I walked back to my siblings to see how they were.

Kazakhstan was sitting on the couch talking with Ukraine, and Belarus and Estonia chatted by a window near the kitchen.

"Do you guys think something is wrong with папа?" I asked them.

"Something wrong with Dad? We didn't notice anything." Ukraine said, turning around.

"But he ran up the stairs really fast."

"Russia, you're being paranoid again." Belarus walked to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Take a few deep breaths, Dad probably just went to do some paperwork."

I pushed her hand off my shoulder. "But when I asked if he was okay his voice shook. A lot."

My siblings went silent at that.

"Was he crying?" Estonia asked.

"No," I replied. "He wasn't."

Ukraine put a hand on his chin. "Why would Dad run upstairs as quickly as possible and not tell us anything?"

"It could possibly be related to something that happened recently." Belarus said.

"But what?" Estonia asked, moving from his spot by the window and standing beside Belarus.

"Mongolia..." Kazakhstan murmered.

"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked.

Kazakhstan continued. "When he was arguing with Mongolia, I pulled him back to make sure another fight doesn't happen. I pulled too hard and he crashed onto the ground headfirst."

Everyone was silent once again.

"So...his head hurts?" Estonia asked.

"Actually, I think he has a headache." I said.

Everyone turned to me. "Why do you think that?" Belarus asked.

"Remember when I hit the ground that hard before? I had a really bad headache that hurt a lot. He could have that."

"I remember that." Kazakhstan said. "Makes sense."

Everyone agreed. Kazakhstan sighed and put his head in his hands.

"What's wrong, big brother?" I asked him, tilting my head to the side a little bit.

Kazakhstan sighed again. "It's my fault he has that headache. If I hadn't pulled him too hard then he wouldn't have hit the ground and...you already know."

"It's not your fault, Kaza. You just didn't want anybody getting hurt. Enough fights have happened already, after all." I smiled.

Kazakhstan smiled. "Heh, your smile always brightens a rainy day, Russia."

He got up and rubbed my ushanka, causing it to fall over my eyes. I pushed it up and giggled. I immediately stopped giggling though and looked towards the stairs.

"We should check on папа."

"Right. Lead the way, Venemaa." (Russia)

We crept up the stairs to keep Soviet from hearing us. We thought that if something was wrong, if he heard us he'd make sure it'd look like nothing was wrong-a bad habit that he told me he's trying to overcome.

Eventually, we came to his door and I pressed the side of my head against it. I could hear faint whimpering on the other side of the door. I tried to open the door but it was locked.

"So what is it?" Kazakhstan asked.

"Папа is whimpering behind the door. It's locked." I responded. "How do we open this?"

"Move." Kazakhstan had us all back away and he backed up a little. He then sprinted and rammed his shoulder into the door, causing it to fling open.

Kazakhstan stumbled inside and the rest of us rushed in. We looked to the bed and saw father curled up in it clutching his head. Tears rolled down his cheeks and his eyes were closed.

"Папа!! Are you alright?" I rushed to his side.

I kept calling out to him but he didn't respond. He continued to clutch his head and whimper, murmering things now and then as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Is-Is he okay?" Belarus asked, reaching for Soviet.

As soon as Belarus's hand touched his back, Soviet opened his eyes.

He looked around at us and turned to me. "Russia...get your...siblings...ou-" he yelped in pain and clutched his head harder, tears rolled down his cheeks faster.

"What did he say?" Ukraine asked.

Soviet was in so much pain that he was panting heavily and could only say probably two words before panting again. I understood what he said though. "He wanted me to make you guys leave."

Estonia walked over to Dad and made his face level with his. "Me ei jäta teid siia nii palju valu. Me aitame, kas teile meeldib või mitte." (We are not leaving you here in this much pain. We're helping whether you like it or not.)

"P-please..."

"Ei. Me aitame." (No. We're helping.) Estonia straightened up and turned to Ukraine and Kazakhstan. "Ukraine, get an ice pack." Ukraine rushed to get the ice pack and Estonia turned to Belarus. "Check his temperature."

Belarus placed her hand on Soviet's forehead. Her face turned to horror and she pulled her hand away. "He's...really hot...hotter than I've seen before..."

Everyone in the room knew this was serious. I got up. "We don't know how to handle this. I'll call France. She'll know."

Ukraine came into the room again with an ice pack. Kazakhstan took it gently and I pulled Soviet's ushanka off his head. Estonia and Belarus grabbed his arms and put them at his sides.

We could know all see the pain he was in. Much more pain than we thought. He screamed. A loud one.

Ukraine covered his mouth and Kazakhstan placed the ice pack on Soviet's head. Soviet was full on crying now, murmering things like: "It hurts..." "Make it...stop..."

I ran out of the room and downstairs to look for my phone. I had set it down somewhere when we entered the house. I scrambled around in a panic until I found it.

I punched France's number into my phone and waited, chewing my nails. The phone rang twice and France picked up.

"Bonjour Russia! You never call me, what's the occasion?" France said in a cheerful tone.

I tried to keep my voice from shaking and failed miserably. "H-hey France... U-uh..."

"Is something wrong, Russie? You're voice is shaking."

I couldn't contain it anymore and shouted into the phone, my voice full of panic. "Папа has a really bad headache! He's in a lot of pain and we don't know what to do! Belarus said his temperature was hotter than she'd ever seen before! Please, France, you have to help us!"

Soviet let out another scream from upstairs. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I waited for France's response.

"I'm on my way."

I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard her shuffling through the phone. I heard her yell to Britian, "Britian! I might be gone for a while, a friend is in pain!"

I heard Britian yell back, "And what friend is this, dear?"

"Soviet!"

As France got her stuff (I assume) Britian walked into the room she was in. "Oh, let me come! Me and him are friends."

"No, dear, you need to take care of the kids-by that I mean America. And you need to make sure Australia doesn't bring any big rodents and bugs into the house."

I heard Britian sigh and agree. I heard more shuffling and then running as-I assume-France left the house.

"Alright, I'm on my way. Does he have an ice pack on?"

Another scream from Soviet, this one louder. I shuddered and responded. "Y-yes..."

"Okay, that's the best you can do for now. Keep the ice pack on and change it frequently until I get there."

A click and then France hung up. I hurried back up the stairs with my phone still in my hand. I ran into the room and everyone was the way they were when I left, with the exception of Ukraine and Kazakhstan. They were now holding onto Soviet's legs.

"Kaza? Ukraine?"

"He started kicking." Kazakhstan said.

I sighed. "Alright... I called France, she's on her way and she said to change the ice pack frequently."

Everyone nodded and Soviet was still crying. This is how we spent our time until France showed up: me sitting around and frequently changing the ice pack while my siblings held onto my fathers body parts. Why? They didn't tell me.

Oh, and everything was silent besides father's crying and screaming.

Eventually, the doorbell rang. I sprinted down and opened it up. France stood there as expected.

"Thank goodness your here!" I said. "Папа is upstairs in his room."

France held a little med-kit and something else I don't know how to describe. I lead her upstairs and into Soviet's room. Everyone was the same.

"Thank you so much for being here! He's crying and screaming and we don't know what to do." Kazakhstan said in the calmest voice he could muster. His voice shook a little bit, though.

Currently, Kazakhstan is the only one who can really talk right now. The rest of us went silent. We were so worried for our father that we couldn't even talk.

France walked up to the bed and took the ice pack off. She felt his forehead and asked Belarus to do the same. "Is it the same as before?"

Belarus nodded slowly, her face solemn.

"L-light...h-hurts..." Soviet managed to murmer.

France's face turned into curiousness. I turned the light off and closed the blinds and curtains. I turned around in time to see France grab and examine Soviet's hand. It was shaking uncontrollably.

"You can let go of him now," France told my siblings, setting Soviet's hand down. "he's in too much pain to even move."

My siblings let go of father and stared at him. Soviet continued to cry and I wanted to cry so badly. Seeing him in pain made me sad and upset.

I took a deep breath and sighed. "Do you know what's wrong?" I asked France.

"Symtoms so far say it's a migraine. But we can't be sure." France said.

"Are you sure it's a migraine?" I asked her.

France looked at me with a look of confusion. "Excuse me?"

Estonia found his voice again. "Soviet has told us about the headaches in the Soviet Union. The island has different kinds of bacteria and germs than the rest of the countries. I hear the headaches there get really bad, sometimes even fatal."

I resisted a gasp. I had heard the same thing before, but the situation we were in right now makes me nervous.

"Didn't папа say that a common way to get the headache is from smacking your head on the ground very hard?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Ukraine responded this time. "Yes."

Kazakhstan seemed to shrink when I mentioned the whole, slamming your head on the ground thing. France noticed. "Kazakhstan, what is wrong? Your wings are droopy."

Which was true. Kazakhstan's wings are only droopy when he's upset.

Kazakhstan sighed. "I feel like it's my fault he's like this."

"And how is that?" France asked, examining Soviet.

"I pulled his waist too hard and he slammed his head on the concrete."

France froze. She then looked at Kazakhstan with a face of: "You what?"

"You weren't commiting Sweet Home Alabama-"

"No no no no no!" We all shouted, shaking our hands.

"That is disgusting! Папа was arguing with Mongolia and Kazakhstan thought they were about to fight-"

Another scream from Soviet. I shuddered. France's face turned from disgust to relief. "Oh, thank goodness."

We all had a little laugh but it didn't last long. Soviet started sputtering again but this time I couldn't make out any words.

France turned to him. "This must be one of the headaches you talked about, Estonie."

I was getting more worried by the second. This type of headache can be fatal. But I remember Soviet Union saying that there's a 2% chance of it ever being fatal, but still, you never know.

Soviet screamed again. But this time, is was longer and more blood-chilling. So far, when he screamed it usually lasts five seconds, and sure, it's loud, but it wasn't a blood-curdling scream. This time it was a blood-curdling scream and it lasted ten seconds.

France sprinted out of the room. I just sat there with my siblings and waited for this horrifying scream to end. It was like I was in a horror movie but it was real life.

Tears started to fall from my eyes but I didn't make a sound. Everyone but Kazakhstan in the room had visible tears falling. Belarus was the only one who actually made sounds.

I guess since Kazakhstan is the oldest, he needs to be strong for all of us. Which I don't blame.

I sat next to my father and held his hand. He turned and-what looked like using the last of his energy-grabbed my hand back.

He attempted to sit up but immediately collapsed back onto the bed and cried louder. "M-make...m-make i-it...
s-s-stop..."

I rubbed his forehead despite it being so hot. "Тише, папа, тебе нужна твоя энергия." (Hush Dad, you need your energy.)

I wasn't sure if he complied or not because he let out another scream.

"I need to go outside." Belarus got up and left the room.

I wish I could do the same, but I didn't want to leave Soviet and he was clutching my left hand.

France entered the room again. "I called a Soviet doctor and asked him how to treat it. He said he's on his way, I'll be back."

"Where are you going?" I asked France.

"To pick up the doctor from the Soviet Union. Continue with the ice pack I told you about."

France then sprinted out the house. Who knows how long it'll take to get that doctor. However, I did as she told me to and I took the ice pack on the desk and walked downstairs with it.

For some reason, my family has a lot of ice packs, so I just placed it in the freezer and grabbed another cold one.

While heading up the stairs I murmered, "Худшие выходные ... Пожалуйста, не умирай, папа ..." (Worst weekend ever... Please don't die, papa...)

I entered the room and placed the ice pack on Soviet's forehead. He grabbed and clutched my hand again.

"Ukraine? Can you take over in getting the ice packs?" I asked Ukraine.

"Sure, I need to leave this room more often anyway." Ukraine sighed.

"Kunagi oma elus pole ma kellegi pärast nii muretsenud..." Estonia muttered. (Never in my life have I been so worried for someone...)

"Усе нас хвалюе, Эстонія." Belarus said. (All of us are worried, Estonia.)

"Мұның бәрі менің кінәм..." Kazakhstan's wings covered his face. (And it's all my fault...)

"Kazakhstan, stop. It wasn't your fault and you know it. You were just looking out for father." Belarus said.

"My 'looking out for him' made him get this headache!" Kazakhstan's wings flew back and visible tears pricked the corner of his eyes. "What if you accidently hurt someone you care about and you don't even know if they'll survive!?"

Soviet squeezed my hands and whimpered. "Guys, stop. Your shouting is making the headache worse."

Belarus and Kazakhstan went silent, but Kazakhstan sat back down on the windowsill and covered most of his body with his wings. "Just leave me alone..."

Belarus sighed. "I'm sorry, Kaza. If you want, talk to me later."

No response.

Estonia and Ukraine exchanged glances. I was getting more worried by the second.

Time skip

On Ukraine's 20th trip to change out the ice pack France finally got back. With the doctor, thank god.

They both rushed up the stairs and into Soviet's room.

"Пожалуйста, переместите." The doctor said. (Please move)

I moved and Soviet reached for me, but couldn't do anything more.

Time skip

Soviet was asleep now. His breathing was a little fast, but the doctor said that's normal for someone who has the headache.

"Итак ... вылечился ли он?" I asked. (So... is he cured)

The doctor shook his head. "Нет, по крайней мере, пока. Требуется около трех недель, чтобы головная боль прошла или была вылечена." (No, at least, not yet. It takes around three weeks for the headache to go away, or be cured)

We all nodded. "What do we do over the three weeks?" Estonia asked.

The doctor looked at Estonia in confusion. "Why doesn't he understand?" Estonia asked me.

"He's from the Soviet Union, the national language is Russian." I explained. "But there are other languages. Try and speak Estonian, I know some Soviets speak that."

Estonia repeated what he said in Estonian. The doctor made a 'oh' expression with his face. "Убедитесь, что его температура ниже 160 ° С. Если это так, наденьте пакет со льдом и дайте ему это лекарство." (Make sure his temperature is below 160° celsius. If it is then put the ice pack on and give him this medicine.) He pulled out a purple bottle. "Используйте это только когда его температура выше 160 ° по Цельсию." (Only use this when his temperature is above 160° celsius.)

(I'm an American Idk how Celsius works-)

The doctor then pointed to the orange bottle he had given Ukraine. "Дайте ему это лекарство каждый день каждые пять часов, пять унций каждый." (Give him that medicine every day every five hours, five ounces each.)

"Miks ainult viis untsi?" Estonia asked. (Why only five ounces?)

"Этот материал очень сильный." (That stuff is very strong.) The doctor said. "Если вы чувствуете, что он лучше и может двигаться, позвоните мне. Подобные головные боли могут вводить в заблуждение при использовании лекарств." (If you feel like he's better and able to move around, call me. Headaches like that can be misleading when medicine is used.)

We all nodded and thanked the doctor before he left.

"Wish I could've helped." France said.

"Nonsense!" I said, quickly lowering my voice after Soviet flinched. "You were helpful. We didn't know a thing about any medical stuff, if you weren't here then the doctor would've never been called and папа wouldn't be getting any help."

France laughed. "Well, I better go now. It's only so long until Britian cannot stand the kids alone."

We said our goodbyes to France and she left the house. Belarus sighed. "Alright, we can help Dad now."

"Should someone wake him up?" Ukraine asked. "The medicine should be taken every day every five hours, and five ounces each."

Estonia stood up and gently shook Soviet awake. Soviet groaned when he opened his eyes. He looked at Estonia with a look of confusion, but there was also still pain in his eyes.

Ukraine took the bottle cap and filled the medicine to the five ounces line. He then gave it to Estonia. "Time for your medicine, isa." Estonia said. (Father)

Soviet swallowed the medicine and gagged for a few seconds after that. He then closed his eyes and turned to his side, falling asleep again.

Kazakhstan and I pulled the covers up to his chin. We all left the room (with the medicine) and wished our father goodnight in our own native languages.

"Қайырлы түн."

"Head ööd."

"Надобраніч."

"Дабранач."

"Доброй ночи."

Yup, Soviet gets really sick.

I'll leave you to guess which language is which at the end there. And by the way, they all mean the same thing. Goodnight.

Next chapter will take place on a Sunday and we'll be back to normal with the N. and S. Korea switches.
Is this the longest chapter so far? I think so.

I think the reason why is because I didn't want to leave it on a cliffhanger because I wanted next chapter to be just South and North Korea switches (and maybe others), and not continue on from this.

It is 11 at night I need to sleep.