It has taken us all morning to escape the whole world bombarding us with questions and comments about me and Ivan. We first tried going from table to table in the breakfast room, but it didn't help. Each table asked more than the last. We tried going to our hotel room, but Prussia and Poland were hanging out there since they had the connecting room. The Baltic's must have been fearful of Russia. They wouldn't want to invade his privacy and get punished by him. After about an hour of searching for rooms in which to be alone, we finally found the hotel kitchen to be empty. We close the heavy kitchen door, and collapsed atop of one another out of exhaustion.

"Finally," I manage to say. "We can be alone." I put my head on Ivan's shoulder and close my eyes. "They were asking too many personal questions."

"(y/n). . ." Ivan begins. I can see he is nervous about something, but is trying to remain confident. "What exactly do we do now?"

"What do you. . ." I pause. Does he mean in our relationship or here in the kitchen?

"I know I should have been a man before. I didn't know what to do exactly when you showed up, so I let you take charge. I shouldn't have let you run from everyone. I don't want your heart broken like mine was." He says honestly. I'm confused. This man cares so much about me, he hasn't been able to be himself. "How has your heart been broken?" I wonder.

"People hated me for all the people I hurt or killed. I said I was sorry, and I really was! But they stopped forgiving me, so I stopped apologizing, but then I realized they had never forgiven me in the first place. They stopped talking to me for a long time. I had only myself, the Baltic's, and a field of sunflowers at home." He answers. I am speechless.

"I was extremely lonely, and I forgot what it was like to have real friends." He continues. "When I first heard you were finally coming out of isolation, I had decided that I wanted to become your friend. But then I found out you are extremely beautiful. More beautiful than all the field of sunflowers all across the globe, than all the stars in the sky, and all the snowflakes in all of Siberia. I couldn't give that up. Я люблю вас" He says while kissing my forehead and playing with my long (h/c) hair. (I love you)

Tears start to fall out of my (e/c) eyes, and drip onto Ivan's coat. When he sees this he pulls me in a bit closer to himself. He lets me burrow my face into his warm coat and scarf, while petting my head. I try to say something to him, but my words just don't seem to come out. His words gave me so many mixed feelings. "Замять детка, папа здесь" he whispers in my ear lovingly. (Hush now baby, Daddy is here)

. . .

"We can't just sit here forever." I eventually say after cuddling for about 15 minutes. Ivan nods his head. "Да." He releases me and gives me a second to stand up before he goes to stand up as well. "What do you want to do now?" He asks. I look around before trying to head toward the door. Before trying to open it I ask, "Want to go grab a slice of pie from the café?"

I place my hands on the kitchen doorknob. It feels very cool, like it hasn't been touched in days. I give the doorknob a little twist, but it doesn't move. I try again with both hands on the doorknob. The door won't open!

"Ivan, I think we have a problem." I say while pointing to the door. He takes a look at the door, then tries to open it. The doorknob doesn't budge, then flies right off an nearly hits me. "You think?" There's no way out. We're stuck in here for real!

. . .

I bang on the heavy metal door. "Anyone out there!? Can anyone hear us? Let us out!" I yell. "I don't think anyone is out there." Ivan says sadly. "Do you have your phone on you?" I check my purse. I search every pocket. "Here it is!" I say upon finding it. "Do you have anyone's number?" I ask.

I forgot to ask England, or France, or America, or Anyone for their number. Hopefully Ivan knows some, right? Ivan shakes his head no. "I only know my own. That still could be useful, да? I left it in our room where Poland and Prussia are."

"It is worth a shot. What is it?"

"8 800 200 23 16, or you can text me at 2316"

I type in the numbers into my phone and press the call button. I wait a few seconds for a response.

. . .

"Hey Feliks! Do you hear that?"

"Co?" Feliks responds. (What?)

"I think I hear a phone ringing in this room."

"I'll get it!" Feliks says excitedly. He finds the phone on the hotel desk. "It's a call from an unknown number, on Russia's phone." He thinks about declining the call. It's not my phone, and I don't know who it is, but whatever. He picks up the phone. "Helloo~"

"Hello. Poland is that you?"

"Yes! Is this (c/n)?"

"Yes. I need your help. Ivan and I are stuck in the kitchen. Can you get us out?"

"Hmmmmmm. . ."

"Is that a yes?"

"Hmmmmmm. . ."

"Please?"

"Sorry, me and Prussia are busy right now. Oh, and tell Ivan I'm not afraid of him. Do zobaczenia później!" (See you later) He hangs up.

"Now where were we?"

. . .

"Goddammit! We are never going to get out!"

"What did Feliks say? Is he coming to get us out?"

"No."

"I think I remember Toris's number. Try 370 706 64024."

I dial the numbers and click call. Nobody answers. I sigh. Will we ever get out?

. . .

《Authors note: Those are real phone numbers. Go ahead and call them if you are brave enough》