[двадцать пять]

[kol_shevik]

[The first thing he feels is warmth.

The second (the dull ache in his chest), third (the raw feeling of a half-healed throat) and fourth (the still searing pain of the slowly closing gash in his leg) things all decide to hit him at once, just to make sure he didn't forget about them, because they're lonely and Russia never calls.

Before he even

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[motheringnation]

B..Brother....

[he's back, brother is back. Thank goodness...]

Brother does not sound well.

[She tries to pull herself together..]

Will be over in a few minutes.

[kol_shevik]

Sounds fine, but if Sister must, can come visit. Why is sister leaving house in first place?

[motheringnation]

Yes brother.

[Ignoring that last bit and is soon knocking on the door of your house]

[kol_shevik]

[By this point, he's limped/fallen/rolled down the stairs and may or not be waiting creepily right inside the door, which he opens in a hurry.]

[motheringnation]

[She might be surprised but it's brother. He does these things. Instead he's being hugged by slightly tearful sister]

...was so worried about you...

[kol_shevik]

[Awkwardly hugging back so many hugs.]

Sister has no need to worry. Foolish town is nothing compared to glory of Soviet Union.

[motheringnation]

[Ah but this is sister hug. Comes with tears. She sniffs and pats his shoulder.]

I know brother but still....

[Looks at him closely.]

Brother is sure he is alright? Shall make some borscht for you? Tea?

[Overly attentive older sister go!]

[kol_shevik]

[He nods, coughing a little. Such a liar.]

Да, would be nice, sister.

[motheringnation]

Will do it then.

[Gives him one more hug before going to start tea and borscht]

[kol_shevik]

[LIMPING AFTER SISTER because getting in the way is his job and it would be truly terrible if he did not perform this urgent task of making things difficult for Ukraine.]

[motheringnation]

[And making tea and food is always more difficult when brother there because has terrible habit of getting in way. However soon there is tea set on table and Ukraine is placing bowl of borsht in front of brother]

Eat.

[And she sounds slightly commanding, recalling days of when she was the one in charge, looking after her two small siblings.]