Ukraine looked over at her siblings sitting across from her at the dinner table.

Russia was slowly chewing on a piece of bread, his lavender eyes staring off in the distance.

Belarus, on the other hand, was chattering away like a little bird, gushing to Russia about what their house would be like after they got married.

Ukraine smiled absentmindedly.

Sometimes, she was very jealous of all the attention Belarus seemed to get from Russia, but she knew that in the end, Russia would look to her in a time of need.

Belarus may be the beauty, but she couldn't be loving or caring like Ukraine.

Belarus soon quieted down when she realized that her "future husband" wasn't paying attention. The young girl huffed, and went back to picking at her food.

Russia still stared off at the wall, unblinking and unmoving.

Ukraine sighed as she looked at the face of her younger brother.

"Poor guy."

She knew he could be a total creep at times, but really he was just tired and little confused.

Ukraine cleared her throat then, causing the other two to look at her.

"I'm done. Um...Belarus, you're doing dishes tonight."

She pushed her chair back and stood up, ignoring her sister's whining and complaining.

Suddenly, it hit her.

Ukraine screamed as her entire body felt like it was engulfed in unseen flames- burning and searing her flesh.

Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her arms around her torso, and began rubbing viciously.

"What the.."

Both Belarus and Russia jumped up and ran to their sister.

"Ukraine, what's going on, da?"

Whispered Russia in his thick accent, dropping to his knees in front of his sister, and putting his hands on her shoulders.

"It's burning!"

She screeched as wave after wave of painful heat convulsed through her body.

Finally, after Belarus had managed to dump a pitcher of water on her- Ukraine stopped screaming, and started to sob into Russia's coat's shoulder.

"What happened, da?"

Russia asked, concern clouding his normally bright, shiny eyes.

"Nuclear…reactors…they blew up."

She said it through gritted teeth.

"Look Russia. Look at her arms."

Belarus said softly, peeking over Russia's shoulder.

Ukraine's skin had been burnt, leaving painful red fleshy spots.

Ukraine began to cry softly, crying for the damage done to her country.

"It burns."

Was all she could say.