10. Interval: Space of time between events or states
"Finally! A break!" America let out a shout of victory after he had snuck out of the meeting room successfully. He had finished all his snacks that he had brought inside the conference room 30 minutes ago, but his stomach was still crying out for food. Since he didn't have the time to go to a nearby McDonalds though. (And Germany, being the rule-maker, banned deliveries after a certain 'incident'.)
America had simply resolved the problem by pre-ordering 50 big macs and stuffing them in a cleaning closet for later. Even though the intervals of time that he had were extremely short before he had to return, he could reach his horde in time. He quickly unlocked it, stepped inside and shut the door behind him, checking his watch as he grinned. He had enough time to eat at least one before the second half of the meeting started up. He grabbed a pack and began eating.
"McDonalds is the best," He smiled happily, savoring each morsel. That's when he heard footsteps approach and the door flung open. Someone slid inside, crushing America and his precious hamburger in the process.
"Hey! What are yo-" he shouted, but after feeling a heavy winter coat brush up against him and a scarf tickle his arms, he realized who it was.
"What are you doing here you Commie!" America's eyes widened. What the hell was Russia doing in a broom closet anyway? Normally, he'd be terrorizing the Baltics around this time. America shot him an icy glare. This was his hamburger stash, and he'd protect it from the evil commie at all costs. As he opened his mouth to shout, Russia quickly clamped a hand over the American's mouth.
"Shhh!" He hissed. America was about to object and tell Russia that he had the right to free speech, but quickly quieted when he heard a spine-chilling, female voice, echo off the walls. He peered through the crack in the door, catching sight of its owner. Long, Platinum blond hair swayed across her backside while her blue dress bounced up and down as she moved. America tensed up. It was Belarus.
"Brother~ I know you're here somewhere..." She called to her beloved brother. "I already made the wedding invitations... We can finally become one!" She cooed in an eerie voice while wiping her knife on her blue dress. She glared at the cleaning closet. Her brother must be hiding there! She walked up to it before quickly retreating. That was the fast food stash that idiot American had. Her brother would never go in there. Her brother couldn't possibly be afraid of her that much that he would hide with his former enemy. She quickly turned around and walked away.
"Oh, big brother~ I already ordered the beautiful flowers! You'll love it, I promise! Now come on out so we can become one!" She sang, her song sending shivers down America's spine as she turned the corner. He noticed that Russia had relaxed a bit, but he still was suffocating him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Russia got up and left, leaving America in his closet with him food. At least now, no one would bother him. He took another big mac out, but as he was about to bite into it, his alarm went off, signaling him to return to the room. He grumbled, stuffing the burger back into its box and locked the door behind him. After all, there would anyway be another opportunity to come back later, but for now, he'd have to remain hungry.