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[wontstopcrying]

[Ukraine was just minding his own business.  He was just taking a leisurely stroll and pondering such deep things as what he should make for dinner and that he should find some red thread so he could fix the little tear in one of his favorite shirts.  It was then that he heard the noise from the library.  It was a spectacular crash! Fearing someone

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[originalmilf]

[Having heard someone running so quickly down the hallway, Ivanna poked her head around the corner just in time to see him falling backward.]

[Oh no. How often does this happen, brother?]

[Still, she rushes over.]

Ukraine! Oh dear...

[wontstopcrying]

[It happens far too often for his own good... though usually he's walking and not running full speed into the doorframe.]

Ivanna!

[His eyes are a bit unfocused at the moment but he'd know you anywhere!]

[originalmilf]

Here, elevate your head.

[She carefully lifts his head to rest on her knees as she inspects his injuries.]

[wontstopcrying]

R-really I'm probably fine...

[But he'll let you inspect anyways, because he did run into that door really fast.]

[originalmilf]

Shhh.

[She'll take care of big brother!]

Are not bleeding, is good... bad bad lump though. Should get ice.

[wontstopcrying]

[You are such a good little sister!]

Ah... that's probably a good idea.

[originalmilf]

[Of course dear.]

[She pets his head a moment.]

I do not want to leave you here, come up. Very slowly, do not make self woozy.

[wontstopcrying]

Oh sister, don't be silly standing won't make me woooo-ooh...

[Whooooa the room is kind of spinning around now here.]

[originalmilf]

[She catches him, somehow (she is the stronger nation after all,) and manages to support him on their way down the hallway.]

Steady. Keep steady. Like sailing boat.

[Not... that she knows much about that. It just seems to fit.]

[wontstopcrying]

L-like a plow maybe?

[He doesn't really know boats either but he does know plows!]

[originalmilf]

Yes yes, like plow.

[Gently sits him down in the kitchen and goes to get him ice.]

[wontstopcrying]

I missed the harvest this year...

[He slouches in his chair.]

[originalmilf]

Shhh, harvest was months ago brahtya.

[She brushes his hair back gently and presses the ice to his lump a thin cloth between his skin and the cold.]

You know what month is da?

[wontstopcrying]

[Aaaah... that feels a whole lot better.]

Of course, it's Winter.

[originalmilf]

Nyet, brother... Is winter, da, but month. Which month?

[wontstopcrying]

What... month...

[Give him a moment here.]

...January?

[It's correct but from his tone it seems like he was mostly guessing.]