Sleepover at Lithuania's house.
I was hoping for a nice evening alone. Unfortunatley, it was not to be. It was only eight o'clock but I was pretty tired. I couldn't really sleep so I decided to catch up on some reading. I set myself on my cozy armchair in my den. The heat was on high since it was the beginning of January. The scent of my dinner I had not moments ago wafted towards the living room from the kitchen shrouding the room in the smell of . I couldn't help but fall asleep right then and there.
A shattering sound woke me up. I was slightly disoriented from sleep, but as I looked around, I saw a large black shadow creeping in through the window. ''AHHH! AMERICA WAS RIGHT, I WOULD DIE SEVEN DAYS AFTER WATCHING THAT TAPE!'' I dove into my kitchen, grabbing a pot, and put it over my head as I grabbed a spatula. 'America said this would keep me safe', I thought to my self. I was shaking from fear but I couldn't let the ghost know I was afraid. I hid under the table for protection. This is what Alfred did when he got scared. I saw the ghost come towards me. ''L-leave me alone, demon!'' I shouted. My eyes were shut tight so I wouldn't see the ghost.
''Demon, what demon?'' the ghost asked. ''its just Ivan, da.'' ''Ivan?'' I looked and saw none other than Ivan Braginski. ''AHHH IT'S EVEN WORSE THAN A DEMON!'' Ivan chuckled in his demonic way. Shaking, I slowly looked up at Ivan, fear in my eyes. I tried to shrink away as he reached for my shirt. He dragged me out from under the table, knocking over the table in the process. ''W-what are you doing here, Ivan?'' Ivan smiled, he stood me in front of him. He looked down at me and said
''I just thought we could have a nice, little sleepover, da? After all,'' he frowned at glared at me, ''we are friends, nyet?'' ''O-of course we are, Ivan.'' I said, trying not to make him mad. I glanced the other way, too scared to look at him.
''Good,'' he said, looking around.''Now, where am I bedding?'' he asked, then looked at me again. ''I don't have guests very often so I don't have a guest room.'' I said apologetically. He smiled in the only way Ivan could. ''Ah, that's fine. I'll just bunk with you, da?'' ''Okay Ivan. I guess I'll sleep in the living room, then.'' I start to make my way toward the den, until I noticed the menacing look in Ivan's eyes. He then smiled, ''Allright then, why don't we both sleep in the living room, da? That way we can enjoy each other's company much more.'' He walked back into the living room and sat in my arm chair. ''That won't be necessary, Ivan. You're a guest, you don't have to sleep in the living room.'' I looked away nervously, I didn't want him anywhere near me! He glared and said ''We will both be sleeping in the living room, that's that.'' Not wanting to make him any more angry, I nervously agreed. ''Okay, Ivan'' I said and sat down on the floor next to my armchair.I looked at the carpet the whole time, not wanting to look at Ivan.
I felt a hand on my head, patting it. ''Don't worry, we won't have too much fun.''
