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 VE...