New Zealand woke up. Her stomach was in knots, and had been all day. It had been hurting all day; it felt like she was sick, but she didn't want to tell England about it. If he knew then she would have to eat his 'get well' soup. She rolled her side; all she had to do was hold on for a day more and it would surely go away. New Zealand brought her knees up to her body, tucking into a ball. She paused, then moved her thighs. They were wet. She didn't think she had an accident, but her stomach was hurting terribly. She felt around, and yes, it felt damp. Oh, England was going to be furious that she wet the bed; the laundry was just done two days ago.
With a shaky hand she lifted her sheet; she didn't see anything, but then again it was dark. She scooted to sit up, trying not to disturb her sheep; England already made such a fuss about letting him in the house that bleating int the middle of the night would not win any favors. New Zealand tip toed across the room to turn on the gas light. She winced in the sudden brightness. Her hands! She flipped them over, but they were still tinged red. She glanced back at the bed and hurried over to it.
"Baaa," her sheep bleated, annoyed at having been woken up in the middle of the night.
"Shhhhh!" she hissed back. There was no noise of England getting up, but that didn't mean he wasn't awake. Another moment passed in sleepy silence. New Zealand let out a quiet sigh. She turned back to her bed and pulled down the covers.
Blood! Why was there blood on her sheets? She lifted the hem of her night gown, and yes, there was blood. The sheets fell back to the bed with barely a whisper. What was she going to do? If she was bleeding it must be serious. Why, oh why hadn't she gone to see England the moment the pain started? What was he going to say? New Zealand bit her lip; she would not cry, crying only made things worse. A stiff upper lip, that's what England always said. She sniffled back the sobs and quickly wiped her face.
"What are you doing out of bed, Zea?" came a voice behind her. New Zealand whipped around. Australia was standing in the doorway, still ribbing sleep from his eyes.
"Nothing, what are you doing up?" Had she made sure the blood was covered? She didn't know and arranging the sheets now would look odd. Oh, she hoped Australia didn't see.
"I had to pee and I . . ." Australia trailed off, his brow scrunching, "Is that blood on your night gown?"
New Zealand looked down. Shoot! She forgot it was on her night dress.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you sick? Lay down, I'll go get England," Australia said frantically, already turning in the door.
"NO, no he can't know. He'll be so angry that I didn't tell him right away," New Zealand said.
"I'm already angry that you two are not in bed where you belong," came England's voice. New Zealand sighed; Australia jumped at the sudden new voice. England was standing right behind him in the doorway.
"Off to bed, now," he said pointing towards Australia's room. Australia looked back at Zea and mouthed "sorry" to her before shooting out of the room for his bed. England watched him go before nodding and turning back to New Zealand. She, shifting her weight from foot to foot, played with her dress,
"Why do you have blood on your dress?" asked England. She looked up to find him frowning at her.
"I , I don't know. I just woke up and there was blood on my sheets and on my dress. I don't know," she almost wailed; she didn't wail she reassured herself, waling did not go with a stiff upper lip.
"Does your stomach hurt? Was the blood between your legs," relied England. New Zealand nodded.
"Well, don't worry, it's completely normal."
"Normal?" gaped New Zealand, "How can bleeding be normal?"
"Well, sit down," England picked her up and set her on the bed. He sat down next to her after moving her sheep. He put his hands to his knees and looked at her.
After a deep breath, he started, "There comes a time in a girl's life that she starts becoming a woman. You might have noticed how much you grew, or uhmm, developed, lately. This bleeding comes along with the, ah, other stuff." He waved his hand at her 'developing stuff'.
"So you mean I'll bleed all the time now?" she looked desperately at him.
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With a shaky hand she lifted her sheet; she didn't see anything, but then again it was dark. She scooted to sit up, trying not to disturb her sheep; England already made such a fuss about letting him in the house that bleating int the middle of the night would not win any favors. New Zealand tip toed across the room to turn on the gas light. She winced in the sudden brightness. Her hands! She flipped them over, but they were still tinged red. She glanced back at the bed and hurried over to it.
"Baaa," her sheep bleated, annoyed at having been woken up in the middle of the night.
"Shhhhh!" she hissed back. There was no noise of England getting up, but that didn't mean he wasn't awake. Another moment passed in sleepy silence. New Zealand let out a quiet sigh. She turned back to her bed and pulled down the covers.
Blood! Why was there blood on her sheets? She lifted the hem of her night gown, and yes, there was blood. The sheets fell back to the bed with barely a whisper. What was she going to do? If she was bleeding it must be serious. Why, oh why hadn't she gone to see England the moment the pain started? What was he going to say? New Zealand bit her lip; she would not cry, crying only made things worse. A stiff upper lip, that's what England always said. She sniffled back the sobs and quickly wiped her face.
"What are you doing out of bed, Zea?" came a voice behind her. New Zealand whipped around. Australia was standing in the doorway, still ribbing sleep from his eyes.
"Nothing, what are you doing up?" Had she made sure the blood was covered? She didn't know and arranging the sheets now would look odd. Oh, she hoped Australia didn't see.
"I had to pee and I . . ." Australia trailed off, his brow scrunching, "Is that blood on your night gown?"
New Zealand looked down. Shoot! She forgot it was on her night dress.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you sick? Lay down, I'll go get England," Australia said frantically, already turning in the door.
"NO, no he can't know. He'll be so angry that I didn't tell him right away," New Zealand said.
"I'm already angry that you two are not in bed where you belong," came England's voice. New Zealand sighed; Australia jumped at the sudden new voice. England was standing right behind him in the doorway.
"Off to bed, now," he said pointing towards Australia's room. Australia looked back at Zea and mouthed "sorry" to her before shooting out of the room for his bed. England watched him go before nodding and turning back to New Zealand. She, shifting her weight from foot to foot, played with her dress,
"Why do you have blood on your dress?" asked England. She looked up to find him frowning at her.
"I , I don't know. I just woke up and there was blood on my sheets and on my dress. I don't know," she almost wailed; she didn't wail she reassured herself, waling did not go with a stiff upper lip.
"Does your stomach hurt? Was the blood between your legs," relied England. New Zealand nodded.
"Well, don't worry, it's completely normal."
"Normal?" gaped New Zealand, "How can bleeding be normal?"
"Well, sit down," England picked her up and set her on the bed. He sat down next to her after moving her sheep. He put his hands to his knees and looked at her.
After a deep breath, he started, "There comes a time in a girl's life that she starts becoming a woman. You might have noticed how much you grew, or uhmm, developed, lately. This bleeding comes along with the, ah, other stuff." He waved his hand at her 'developing stuff'.
"So you mean I'll bleed all the time now?" she looked desperately at him.