The Nightmares

Chapter 4 : The Storm

Here's the 4th chapter for you guys, it's a long one like I promised.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything unfortunately, Hetalia and it's characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.

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Ivan placed a hot plate of pancakes in front of America and noticed the wide smile that spread across his face.

"You like pancakes, da?" Ivan questioned, chuckling to himself. Alfred started to dig into his syrupy pancakes.

"Uh, yeah dude. Matthew makes the best pancakes ever, I don't know how he does it, but I put tons of syrup on it and it makes them really sweet, man." Alfred babbled with his mouth full.

"You must really like them then." Ivan giggled childishly.

"You can try them sometime!" Alfred blurted out without thinking, pausing from eating his pancakes. Ivan smiled at Alfred's offer, making Alfred his friend was going to be easier than he first thought.

"Da, I'd be happy to."

"Great!" Alfred slowly began to realise the offer he made, he really needed to think before he spoke more. He noticed how chilly it was in the room and decided it was a good topic changer. "It's a bit cold in here isn't it?" His voice spoke, confusion evident.

"Are the heaters not on?" Ivan queried, flipping his pancakes over in the pan.

"Yeah, they've been on all night." America lifted his fork with pancakes on it, took the mouthful and made a content sigh.

"Then why is it cold? The walls in Moscow are pretty thick." Russia placed his pancakes onto a plate, put them down in front of Alfred and took a seat.

"Isn't it always like this?"

"Nyet, something isn't right." Russia stopped halfway through lifting his fork up to his mouth, and went to look out the window. He roughly opened the dark curtains, (which gave Alfred a good view of his ass, since he was only wearing his black t-shirt, his scarf and briefs, and Alfred had to let himself admit, he did have a very nice ass) letting light flood into the kitchen.

Pure white was all the two could see.

Confusion surged through Alfred's mind. Whiteness? It looked like an A1 piece of paper was plastered over the window. Was it...snow?

"Vy dolzhny byt' chertovski shutish'." Russia muttered.

"What is that?" Alfred asked.

"Snow." Alfred was a little intimidated by the look Russia had but no way in hell was he going to show that. America was scared of no one!

"We might be trapped for a while, I don't know how high the snow is." Russia grumbled. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the floor.

"Wouldn't we be able to jump from the top floor?"

"From the looks of it Amerika, the windows may just be frozen. Plus the windows are all locked during the winter months, and I don't have the keys."

"Do the staff have the keys?"

"Whenever there are meetings here in Moscow, I request for the staff to leave when the other nations are staying." Alfred sighed inwardly.

"Well that's a shitty thing to do." He wanted to push further, but could tell by the look on Ivan's face that that would be a stupid move. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know, we might just have to wait for rescue." Ivan growled to himself after that.

The sound of the hotel room's door opening followed by footsteps and shouting interrupted their conversation, and Arthur, Francis and Matthew entered the kitchen. Their own conversation came to a pause when they noticed Alfred in his t-shirt and sweatpants, but Ivan with his back to them at the window, wearing nothing but his t-shirt and briefs, showing his backside to every member in the room.

Ivan looked over his shoulder to see them staring at he and Alfred in disbelief.

Breaking out of his trance, Arthur began to shout.