I was in my hotel room, pacing around, to anxious to sleep. Everything was getting weird, even with my brother who's been even weirder than usual. I didn't know anymore. I jumped when my cell phone rang.
"Hello?" I asked into the mouthpiece, and I was greeted by Ivan's deep, accented voice.
'Hello, is this Matthew?" He asked. And I nearly jumped for joy when he remembered my name.
'Yes it is. Hello Ivan." I spoke, trying to seem calm, when I was sort of a mix between wondering why he was calling me, and why he was even TALKING to me.
"Hello. I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to come to my hotel tomorrow night for some Russian food and maybe we could make a Russia and Canada alliance?" Ivan asked. I mulled it over in my head, and agreed. What's the harm in that?
"Ok, I will see you tomorrow then." And then Ivan hung up. I closed my phone, and wondered what was playing in Ivan's twisted mind. I shrugged and got ready for bed, no use thinking of it now.
Sorry that the chapter was so short, I really didn't know what to write. XD but I promise that the last few chapters will be better :3
Any ideas for Russian food that Ivan could serve to his guest? Any ideas, please review them to me, and I'll try to work it into the story.
Review and such :3
