'I'm so bored' you thought. You were at the world conference, every country was here today. Because of this the meeting had so far lasted 6-7 hours, and at this rate would probably take about a week to completely finish. And to make matters worse there was about a 10 hour time difference between here and (your country) so you were pretty tired too.

This world conference had taken place in Moscow, Russia. You've never really been anywhere this cold before. Even though the room was heated and you had on a heavy winter jacket you were still pretty cold.

You didn't really have much to say on the matters being discuses, so to pass the rest of the time you drew in your note book

~ (time skip :D)

"All vight anyvon 'ave anything else to say?" you looked up from your doodles to see the voice had come from Germany, his blue eyes scanned the room. But no one made any sign of wanting to speak. He sighed.

"all vight, we shall continue this meeting tomorrow."

There were sighs, and sounds of movement from around the room and various comments of "finally", and "thank god it's over".

You wasted no time and got up, threw your sketch book into the duffle bag you had brought, with various items for the trip, and walked out of the room and down the hall way. The exit was a couple floors down, and escalators scare you so you took the stairs.

After a while you made it to the door, and looked out a window, it had already gotten dark and was snowing outside. 'just great' you thought. You hadn't rented a hotel in advance, and you had a small problem, and that is, you don't speak Russian. You let out a deep breath and thought about what to do. You were about to walk out the door when you heard.

"(name)?" the word was filled with a thick Russian ascent. You turned to see who it was and saw Ivan Braginski standing behind you smiling sweetly. He always seemed to look like that. Though you never really saw him outside of meetings, and you'd heard roomers that made you not know whether you would like to see him outside of meetings or not, So you hardly knew him. Though he did seem to had some kind of interest in you, because in meeting you would always catch him staring at you.

"You seem troubled by something, what's wrong my sunflower?" he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled at you.

You wrinkled your brow for a second, slightly taken aback when he called you 'his sunflower'.

"Do you have a place to stay? You can stay with me at my house da." it sounded more like a command than an offer, this un-nerved you a bit.

"uhmm… t-thanks but that's ok I'll just say in a hotel." you said tuning to leave, but before you could you felt a large, gloved hand on your shoulder causing you to turn to face it's owner. You turned to see Russia smiling rather creepily, it almost seemed like there was a purple aura surrounding him, you must have been imagining things.

"I insist! I know you don't have a place to stay da, and you don't speak Russian so how were you planning on getting a hotel room?"

He made some excellent points, which you sadly knew were all true but you got a bad feeling from the idea of staying with Russia even though he seemed pretty nice.

"Umm, n-no tha-" you started to say, but you were cut off.

"Oh I'm so happy that you'll be staying with me (name)" he said taking your bag from you and wrapping his other arm around your shoulder and ushering you to the streets.

During this process you kept saying "no that's really ok" and "I'm fine" but your protest meant deaf ears.

Once on the streets Russia waved down a taxi and said something to the driver in Russia. You assumed it was his house address or something. The driver nodded, and Ivan placed your bag in the taxi trunk and then lightly pushed you inside the cab, and closed the door. Then going around to the other side got in himself.

'well' you thought 'there's not much else I can do, it can't be that bad, right?'.

~note~ i have a DA account under the name zoeythara that also has this posted :)