Flap, Flap, Flap, the tiny bird on my screen flies to avoid the green pipes, collecting coins on the way. It flies too close and does a faceplant on the pipes. I put down the phone and look at the time. Me and Ivan were trying to waste time playing flappy bird for about half an hour, and we are already getting bored . . . and hungry.

I turn and look up at Ivan. He rests his chin on the top of my head. We hear my stomach growl. "Ivan, I'm craving something sweet." I say with pleading eyes. "How long do we have to stay here?" In response, Russia's stomach growled a bit too. "I guess some food wouldn't hurt, but I'm not really hungry."

"But I just heard your stomach make that noise. Plus, you didn't eat much during breakfast time. You must be starving!" I say. He looks around the kitchen for a bit, and sighs. "I just don't feel like eating every once in a while. I'm used to feeling starving." He says. "But if it'll make you feel better, I'll eat something."

I smile and get up off of him. I start opening every cabinet, oven, fridge and freezer, taking out anything I think might be useful. The kitchen is kinda cramped. The island counter is close to both sides of the room. The fridge door is so massive that no one can pass through the right side of the room without crashing into it. There are many high tech equipment, however. There is a huge walk-in freezer, with tons of food stored there.

"Do you think we should call my phone and Lithuania's to try and get help again?" Ivan asks. He holds my phone, already typing in the number.

He first calls Lithuania, but he doesn't answer.

Then he calls his own phone.

. . . Prussia's point of view . . .

"I think the phone is ringing again. I'll pick it up this time." I tell Feliks. "I have an idea! Do you want to prank whoever it is calling Russia?"

"I forgot to tell you." He begins. "I kinda already did. (C/n) and Russia are stuck in the hotel kitchen. They called a while ago and asked me to get them out, and I said no." Feliks says while rubbing off some sweat off his forehead. He laughs awkwardly. "Russia is going to kill me, but I'm not afraid of him." He suddenly says confidently. "Because I am like, totally, the best."

"Sure you are" I respond with a smirk on my face. I playfully punch Feliks. "I have to admit, I am the most awesome-est country! Don't you agree?" I walk up to the phone that is ringing. I pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Привет! We are stuck in kitchen. Can you help get us out?" (Hi)

"I'll tell someone to open it."

"Спасибо огромное!" (Thank you so much)

I hang up.

"Are you going to tell someone to open the door for them? Who are you even going to ask? You just, like, TOTALLY ruined my plan!" Poland says with an angered frown on his face.

"Of course I won't." I say with a laugh. "They'll have to figure it out by themselves, and we'll let them out in an hour or two if they aren't out yet."

. . . (y/n)'s Point of View . . .

"Prussia said he will ask someone to open the door for us." Ivan says sighing. He obviously looks unhappy.

"That's great news! Why do you sound so sad?"

"Would you really trust Prussia?"

I think about it for a moment. "I guess you're right." I look on the kitchen counters where a ton of ingredients are laid out. "Want to bake cookies while we wait for help?"

"Oh! My бабушка used to bake me these really good сахарное печенье. We bake those, да? I know the recipe." (Grandma; sugar cookies)

He starts listing ingredients one by one:

5 cups flour

6 teaspoon baking powder

5 eggs

1/2 cup whipping cream

250 g butter room temperature

2 1/2 cups sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla

2 egg yolks beaten

1 tablespoon whipping cream

1 cup sugar

I find everything we need and place them next to the cooking tools. He stands next to me and guides me on what to do, what ingredient to mix in, what temperature to preheat the oven to, and how quickly should I kneed the dough. Some minor steps are actually very important in making the cookies. The oven needed to be preheated to exactly 362°F. Otherwise, the cookies will be not baked fully, or will be baked too much.

It's time to decorate the cookies. I decided to move my cookies to the counter on the other side of the room so I could surprise Ivan. I already cut my cookies into shapes of sunflowers and hearts, and one cookie with me and him on it. "Can you pass me the pink, red, yellow and brown sprinkles?" I ask.

We turn around at the same time, and time seems to be moving in slow motion. He accidently brushes his lips on mine, accidently kissing me. My face turns pink, but I keep grinning. He tries to play it off by holding my face and leaning in to kiss me, making it seem like he kissed me on purpose the first time. He lets his tongue venture into my mouth, and goes over every spot with his tongue. He tastes like vodka. He kisses me with so much passion, my heart burns, and feels as if it will fall out of my chest any minute. He lets go of my face and slides his hands a bit lower, just below my breasts. I wrap my hands around his neck, but it's a bit of a stretch since he is taller than me. He breaks the kiss and stares into my bright (e/c) eyes. I stare into his gorgeous violet eyes. Who gave him the authority to melt my heart?

"Я действительно тебя люблю." He whispers in my ear. "Я так сильно тебя люблю." (I really love you; I love you so so much)

"Я люблю тебя больше." I say with a smile. (I love you more) I'm thirsty for more, but is it too early for that? I desire his affections; his refined and pure heart. He hugs me tight once more, and let's me continue decorating my cookies, as he goes back to his.

. . .

"Ivan, these cookies are for you!" I say while handing the plate of finished and decorated cookies in the shape of hearts, sunflowers, as well as one shaped like him, and one shape like me. When Ivan see's them, he is stunnied in pure jubilation, and even sheds a tear. "They're beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as you are" He says so sweetly. "I love them, and I love you." He tells me with a kiss on my forehead.

He takes one of the cookies, and is about to put them in his mouth, when he pauses for a second. "We should share these." He says while placing half the cookie in his mouth. He leans toward me, and motions to me to take a bite.

The kitchen door is suddenly opened. It scares me slightly, causing me to drop part of the cookie on the floor. We break apart from sharing the cookie, trying to act casually, but I refused to let go of Russia's hand.

"I heard you guys needed a hero!" America says confidently. "Prussia told me you guys were stuck here, so I came to save the day!"

"Finally! It's been 4 hours since we got stuck here!" I say without thinking. Russia looks at me with a sorrowful shocked look. Doesn't she appreciate how close we have bonded over this incident? He thought. We leave the kitchen together, walking hand in hand, carrying our cookies we baked in the other.

When we got to the room, Poland and Prussia were gone. They had went to the pool and fitness center with the Baltic's who had been there almost all day. The room was cleaned, and empty other than one note lying on the bed.

Sorry not sorry
With love, from Feliks and Gilbert

I take the note and put it away. I collapse onto the bed, right next to Ivan, who is trying to take a mid-day nap. We were locked in there for about 4 hours, and all of outside is heavily blanketed with snow and ice. "Сладких снов." He tells me while yawning. (Sweet Dreams)

"Сладких снов" (Sweet Dreams)

. . .