"Goodmorning!" The usual voice wakes me up, knocking on the door. "The snow has stopped and the streets are all cleared! We can all go home today!" Ivan is still asleep as I make my way to the door to let France in. He brought me a small white cup of coffee.

We take a seat at the window ledge, and gaze down at the still forest, dripping with the water from the melting snow.

"You should come and visit me sometime, Mon Amour." Francis tells me. He seems extra friendly today, but I ignore him. I'm not exactly in the best mood. "What's the matter?" He holds my hand to comfort me, but I wriggle my way out of his grasp. I look over at Ivan who is still sleeping, like a small kitten bundled up in warm wool blankets.

"I have grown so close to Ivan during this meeting and our staying here due to the blizzard." I take a sip of the warm coffee. "We may have had our ups and downs, but I don't want to leave him."

"You'll see him again. I-" Francis tries to reassure me, but I cut him off. "It's not that. I can't trust Ivan to be alone. Yesterday he. . .he. . ." I stop. The thought of almost losing Ivan for good brought tears to my eyes. One tear drop escapes, and rolls down my cheek. It falls onto my shirt and dissolves away, and just like that it is gone. For good.

Francis dries my face with a tissue. "It'll be all right in the end." He whispers. "It'll be all right." He fails to sooth my worry-filled heart. "I still don't know." I don't want to come and visit Ivan one day and find him lying on the ground. Dead. It's too much of a horrific life to live, knowing that is a possibility.

"Just come downstairs with us for breakfast and to the pool with us one last time. The others will find a way to cheer you up." He looks around the hotel room, searching for something nice for me to wear. "Plus, we don't know when we'll see each other again."

. . .

"Hey! (C/n), come sit with us!" Alfred calls me and France over to the table he and his friends sit at. Everyone already has plates full of good looking food, all from different regions of the world.

"Where is Ivan?" China asks me. "He normally is up by now." He seems slightly worried. He would be if he knew what had happened last night. "He had a rough night yesterday." That is all I say concerning what had almost happened. I don't want all my new friends seeing me weep.

England changes the subject. "I'm so relieved to be finally going back home." He takes a sip of his tea. "I can finally get away from this dreaded snow."

Alfred starts to laugh so much he starts choking on his food. "Remember the time it started snowing a little bit where you live, and that sent everyone into panic. Plane flights were delayed, work was closed. Remember how much snow there was, Arthur? Remember?" He measures about half a centimeter with his fingers.

Arthur's face turns a visibly red shade due to anger and embarrassment. "That was a lot of snow! It barely ever snows there. Everyone was surprised and confused." If we were in a cartoon, there would definetly be steam coming out of his ears like a kettle.

Latvia goes up to me from the other table. "I heard you are going to the pool one last time before you go home. Can you be on my team for a game?" I nod. "I would love to!" He is about to go back to the table he and Lithuania, as well as Estonia and Poland sit at, when he remembers another question he wanted to ask. "Where is Mr. Russia? Yesterday we heared a loud noise on our wall. It actually woke me up. I was wondering if both of you were okay."

"He should be upstairs, sleeping. And don't worry. Both of us are okay. Ivan probably just has a stomachache or a headache." I remember what happened yesterday, how forcefully Ivan pushed me at the wall. My back still hurt a tiny bit.

Just that moment we see Ivan coming down the stairs. He doesn't look tired, nor sad, but not happy either. He seems relieved, like a ton of bricks have been lifted off his shoulders. He holds all his stuff, which isn't much, and heads toward us. I run up to him. "Ivan! You are up! Are you feeling alright?"

"Why would I not be? Did you think I can't handle my alcohol?" He asks. I nod, instantly knowing I'm wrong. "I'm Russian! Of course I can drink a lot without getting too drunk or hungover. Alfred can probably get drunk just off smelling alcohol." Alfred looks in our direction. "Whaat!?" Arthur starts to laugh. "You know it's true, Alfred. Don't decline it."

China calls out to Ivan from across the room "Come sit down with us, Ivan."

. . .

"Last one in the pool is a rotten tomato!" Romano yells before doing a huge cannonball into the pool. Many follow, creating a huge puddle surrounding the pool. Japan, Greece, and France sit in the hot and steamy sauna. Prussia goes and throws people into the pool. His victims today are Ukraine, Austria (He got super angry when thrown in) as well as Iceland. Germany and Italy are at the fitness center. Ludwig is lifting heavy weights, and Feliciano is trying to lift lighter weights, while secretly admiring Ludwigs muscles.

Prussia starts a game of shoulder wars, and teamed up with Feliks. Earlier, I promised to Latvia that I would be on his team. He sat on my shoulders and tried to knock Poland off Prussia. Italy and Germany came back from the fitness center just in time for the next round. Prussia teams up with me against Italy and Germany. For the final round, I team up with Ivan. Almost every round led to a victory, and I was crowned the "King of Shoulder Wars."

. . .

The check out time for the hotel is approaching and we all need to go our separate ways soon. The Baltic's, Russia, and I have to take a train East to reach Ivan's house. The train station is 4 blocks away, close enough to walk.

The train station building is huge from the outside. Big glass doors lead to multiple smaller rooms, one for each train that departs from the station, with a long line reaching out from each one. Ivan leads us to the proper room where we wait for our turn. The entire building is overflowing with excitement. The line gets shorter and shorter, and eventually we reach the front. Ivan buys each of us a ticket. The tickets have our names and seats printed on it, along with the trip number, date and destination. These allow us to go down to the tracks, where we anticipate the trains arrival.

A voice from the loudspeaker system starts to speak as a loud train comes into view, casting a dark shadow over the station. "Train 105-08 arriving at platform B. Destination, Moscow"

"Is that our train?" Latvia asks. Estonia nods. The train was long, and took up more space than the station could hold. It had 15 carts, maybe more. Two short whistles tell awaiting passengers to get onboard.

Ivan holds my hand and walks me in through the sliding train doors. A long red carpet covers the long corridor floor. We reach the room our seats are in, room 12 in car 3. We sit in one big secluded area, where only our group sits. Ivan sits next to me, and I sit next to the window. There is an empty seat next to Ivan. The baltics are intimidated by him, and prefer to sit on the other side, across from us. Lithuania lets Latvia sit by the window so he can look at the beauty of all the villages we pass. Lithuania sits in the middle, and Estonia sits furthest from the window. He starts to takes a nap since we'll be on the train for a long time.

"You'll love the place," Ivan tells me about his house. "There are so many sunflowers in the field next to it. You can stay in any room you choose, да?"

"That's nice, but I think I would prefer sharing a room with you." I say while yawning. I hug his warm arm, and close my eyes. Ivan smiles and hugs me back, but lets me sleep. He looks at the mountains and valleys out the window. "Спокойной ночи, мой подсолнечник." (Goodnight, my sunflower)