Madame Unicorn

Zhanna smiled at Thomas and the Doctor, "I'll still be here when you get back, so take your time."

Zhanna woke up to find Tom strangling the main surgeon. She sighed, rubbed her eyes and looked at the pair, the doctor clearly struggling for life. "Thomas, let him go. He'll be here to do his post op check up on me. Jesus, you're so defensive all the time! Mind you, I can see why, the love of your life nearly dying and all..."

Zhanna looked at Tom as he fell asleep, the lines of time creeping slowly over his face. They were not the strong young couple that could take on anything, anymore. They had responsibilities, and issues to deal with.. With a country to run. Revolution was hard, no matter what the state that the nation is in. Zhanna fell into her own slumber, feeling that everything was going to get worse before it could get better.

Pulling Thomas up onto the bed that was three times too big for her, Zhanna wrapped her arms around her Husband and laid down beside him, comfortable in his arms. "Tom, I'm feeling okay, never better. No complications at all. But then again, we should wait until the doctors do their rounds. I feel awesome. We'll do this when you feel ready. And when I'm out of this hospital."

Zhanna ran her hand over her Husband's head. She could see that the country was in turmoil. But what were they to do? "Thomas, it's not a question of I, but we. The people see me as a public figure and one of the leaders of their country, as well as you. We need to work something out. Together." Zhanna lifted Thomas's head up and kissed his lips gently. "We may need to make sure that the Australians can help us should the panic increase any further. Also, we should call upon the military to maintain the civil unrest and try to build up the economy again. That's all I can really think of at the moment. But I will help you. And we'll do this, together."

Zhanna's face changed as soon as she saw Thomas. All the worry, anger, fear and negativity that she felt over the instability of the country melted away when she saw his reaction. She smiled timidly and looked intently at him. "A heart attack nearly every three minutes since yesterday? That's not like you Thomas. If it's got something to do with me then.. Well in all of the six years that we've been together I haven't seen you get emotional, like this. What happened to me, and I don't know the full story; Must have really scared you." Zhanna sighed and took Thomas's hand, gripping it hard. "But we're here now. I'm apparently healthy, you seem to look okay. Everything will be fine. But please tell me what's going on."

As soon as Zhanna fell asleep she seemed to fall into a deep slumber. Whether it was from the Morphine, or the fact that she knew that she was in safe hands, she did not know. Either way, it was good to feel like this after having many a sleepless night for so long. Slowly, after what seemed like an eternity, Zhanna stretched and half opened her eyes, groaning, "Michael.." Zhanna blinked and opened her eyes fully, fixating them on a point in the ceiling, before looking around the room. Letting her eyes fall on the door, the white fixtures, and her Husband. Zhanna smiled and let her eyes fall upon Thomas's chiselled body, his slicked dark hair. Coughing, she sat up and held out her hand for Thomas to hold. "Missed me honey?"

Zhanna sighed. "I know, He's always been paranoid like that. But you're here, and I do quite like talking to you. Besides, I hate being alone. And yes, I know I'll be in observation. It's not like I can go anywhere else now, can I?" She wiped the tear back and smiled. "This is only a minor setback, I'm sure we'll be fine," Zhanna looked at Michael, "But if you dont mind I'm going back to sleep..."

Zhanna smiled. She thought about her husband and missed him already. But she knew that as soon as their eyes met they would fall in love again. It's how things always happened. "Mmm, Morphine.. No wonder I feel so good! But you say I was shot? I wonder why. Still, it's not like I can remember anything." Zhanna fell quiet and looked away from Michael. "When do I get to get out of here.. You know I hate hospitals.. I'm more of a believer of getting better on the job, like we'd do in the old days..." She gently grabbed Michael's hand and looked at him with big lucid eyes, "Can you tell Thomas that I've woken up please? I miss him.." A single tear ran down her face.

Opening her eyes gently, Zhanna looked around slowly. All she could see around her was white. White sheets, white walls. Where was she? Looking over to her left, Zhanna groaned as she lifted her hand gently. ?" "Well, fancy seeing you here. Now could you tell me why I'm in here? And where is my Husband!?"

"Annihilation sees no problem with this definition of colonialism."

Constance read over the second article and nodded in Ava's general direction. "Yeah, I like that. Short and sweet."

Constance looked around the room at all of the various leaders and diplomats. She was not used to this kind of meeting, and it scared her a little to see so many of the asian/oceanic leaders around one table. She sighed, and cleared her throat. "Annihilation has no problems with the text so far."

Constance was the first to speak out of the remaining group. "Thank you for your words and strong sentiments, but Takeo talks of an Asian this and that. I believe that Oceanic nations, such as Annihilation, want to be grouped in with Asian countries. I do support an idea of a bloc, and I do believe that we all need to work together." Constance cleared her throat, "But we should not be working towards something that will only benefit a few countries. We should be working towards a treaty or bloc that will benefit all countries in this region, and will represent all countries, not just countries in the vicinity of the North Pacific Ocean!" Constance stood up and looked around the room, apart from Haruhi and maybe Hannah, she was one of the youngest females there. "Let us work together, pool all our resources to create a bloc that will be of use to ALL of these countries represented here. Oceania and Asia."

Michael Williams stood up, carrying a bottle of Scotch and a wreath covered in a large assortment of flowers and leaves. He lays the items down against all the other tributes, and bows his head silently, silently praying to a unknown God to protect the Generalissimo. "Please watch over this respected and liked man, and may you have mercy on his soul.." Michael straightened his back, and walked over to the microphone, smiling before the gathered audience. "A tragic day has descended on this world.. We must come together as one, no matter what disputes lie between us, and honour such a courageous, and yes, crazy man. My heart, and I'm sure a lot of yours, goes out to Liska, and Procincta, for the loss of their leader." Michael steps down and walks calmly back to his seat. There is nothing else that needs to be said.