What happens when a blizzard occurs during a country's first world meeting, keeping everyone stuck inside a hotel for a few days? Will love grow between the cold country known as Russia, and (country name)?

Just some poems I wrote that anybody is free to read. Also, for the title, I put 'Crystal' instead of 'Moon' or something like that simply because Crystal is part of my display name at the moment and will be for a long time. A/N: I'm only going to say this ONLY ONCE. PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORKS, I TAKE THIS MATTER VERY SERIOUSLY. Also, all pictures I use in this book are not mine. I only typed in a word or two that relates to the poem in general and saved the image I found I liked most. Ok, now you can move on to reading ^-^.