The three cold nations decided to stay overnight in the hotel, each renting their own room, seeing as the excitement had ended around 1 am. When Ivana woke up, she took a shower and got dressed in her street clothes, grabbing some money and planning to go grocery shopping. She had no desire to return to her brother's house for a while, so she decided to stay in the hotel for a week or so, just to take a break, regardless of where the two boys were going off to after today. As she grabbed her purse and stepped into the elevator, she became aware of a presence behind her. She whirled around. Lukas stepped into the elevator with her. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Grocery shopping. I think I'll stay here for a week or so." "In that case, I'll come with you." he smiled. The Norwegian boy turned to face her. There was no escape in this enclosed space. He ran his long fingers through her platinum hair. "Stop touching me." Ivana turned away.
"That's not what your blush says..." Lukas murmured, sliding his arms around her waist. "I'm not about to have sexytime in an elevator with you, Lukas. I like Emil. N-not you..." she stammered,
pushing him away. "Aw, c'mon..." he whispered, moving his hands to a, *ahem*, place you shouldn't touch... "Hey! Get your hands off my butt!" Ivana yelped. "But it's so cute and round..." Lukas cooed. The elevator stopped. Ivana looked up angrily at the Norwegian boy and slapped him. "Pervert. Don't touch my butt. If you've noticed, I've never been the one kissing you. It's always been you kissing me. And I'm not denying the fact that I enjoyed being kissed by you, but I refuse to be taken advantage of anymore. Sorry if I led you on." she snapped, walking out of the elevator.
At that moment, Lukas realized seducing her was not about sexyness. He ran after her as she exited the hotel. "Hey, I'm sorry." he said, as he caught up to her. Ivana turned to face him. "Okay.
Just stop making unnecessary drama. If I choose Emil, you have to be okay with that. Again, I apologize if I led you on." Lukas nodded. "I get it. But you will be mine one day." he winked.
~IN EMIL'S ROOM~
The sun broke through the pale pink curtains, forcing the Icelandic boy to wake up. He sat up in bed and looked out of the window, trying to remember where he was, still in that blissful,
half-asleep state. Suddenly, a memory jolted him into reality. Remembering his kiss with Siberia the night before, his face flushed red. Really, Emil was beyond happy that Ivana had chosen him rather than Lukas. He got out of bed in his wrinkled pajamas, hair still messy, and trudged to the Siberian girl's room. He knocked. No answer. Slowly he opened the door. No one was inside.
A note was left on the table. "Gone grocery shopping. Emil, if you want anything, just call me! Here's my number - 567 341 998." [How did she know he would come into her room? xD]
Emil sat cross legged on his bed and dialled Ivana's number. After a couple of seconds she picked up. "Hey, Ivana." he said into the phone. "Hey, Emil. Is there anything that you want for breakfast?" mumbled the voice on the other end. "Yeah, how about pancakes? Lukas is good at making those." Emil smiled, remembering when he and his brother were younger and Lukas would make him breakfast. "Hey, you hear that? Emil likes your cooking~!" the Siberian girl said. "Wait. Is Lukas there?" the Icelandic boy spluttered. "Yup. I'm here. Hey, Ivana, can I touch your butt again?" "No way!" "Aw, c'mon...don't be such a meanie!" "Go away!" "How can I go away from you when we're in a grocery store? I'm trapped!" Laughter. "Oh, okay, you can stay, as long as you stop being a perv." "Deal." Iceland sighed at the conversation he was overhearing. "Ivana, just admit it already. You like Lukas. I understand." "No! Don't you ever think that! Emil...I'm yours. Just believe that." The words, though they were distorted through the telephone, made Emil's heart melt. "Okay." he said. "I-I'm yours, too." She hung up.
~IN THE GROCERY STORE~
Ivana and Lukas stopped in the aisle with jams and spreads [Like Peanut Butter, Nutella, etc.] and Ivana turned to face the stony Norwegian. "Hey, are you actually good at making pancakes?"
she smirked. "Yeah, I guess you could say it's my hidden talent." He smiled. "Emil likes this stuff on his pancakes." The Siberian girl looked at the glass jar in Lukas' hand. Marshmallow Fluff. "You're kidding me." She rolled her eyes. "Nope." "He's so...cute. He's more feminine than I'll ever be." she said, grabbing the Marshmallow fluff and gingerly tossing it into the basket.
"You really like him, don't you, Ivana?" Lukas sighed. "Yeah. I'm glad I met him. He makes me feel a way no other boy ever has." "There were other boys?" Master Norway inquired. "Yeah, let's not talk about that..." "Were they any good?" "Good at what?" "Good at this." He said, moving in for a kiss. "Stop it, Lukas!" Ivana protested, her arms flailing in a last-minute attempt to punch him. It was too late, though. Lukas couldn't contain his lust any longer. Grabbing Ivana's wrists and pressing her up against the wall of the grocery store, he moved his face closer. Ivana surrendered,
and let his lips press against hers. "Why am I letting him do this to me?" the Siberian girl thought desperately. Thinking of Emil, she began to struggle. "Lukas, I can't do this!" Pushing him off of her,
she blushed guiltily. "I'm sorry, Lukas. I really am. I just can't do this. Think of your brother!" Lukas stepped away, ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry."
The rest of the shopping trip was pretty awkward. Lukas felt the crushing disappointment of rejection for the first time in his young life, and so he scuffled around the store with blue lines over his face. To be honest, if it hadn't been for Emil, Ivana would've made out with Lukas right then and there. But as long as Emil was in the picture, Ivana made it clear that their relationship just couldn't be. Their moods had both significantly improved when they arrived back at the hotel. [This hotel was one of those ones like Embassy Suites with a kitchen in each room.] Bursting into Emil's room, Ivana heard the sound of water running. Lukas dumped his bag of groceries on the kitchen counter, and Ivana did the same. All of a sudden, Master Norway pressed his ear against Emil's bathroom door. "Yo, Ivana! C'mere!" He beckoned. The Siberian girl trudged over and pressed her ear against the door. A faint sound. A voice.
" getur s a g er s sem skilur ig, veri h r allan t mann, svo hvers vegna getur ekki sj , tilheyrir me miiiiig! standa og b a vi dyrnar bak, allan ennan t ma hvernig getur ekki vita barniiiii , tilheyrir me mig"
Lukas began to laugh uncontrollably, clutching his stomach and almost falling over. "What's so funny?" Ivana whispered, enjoying Iceland's singing. "It sounds great!" "Well, Ivana...he's singing Taylor Swift in Icelandic. Pfft. Hehe. BWAAHAHAHA!" The Norwegian boy collapsed on the ground in another fit of laughter. The water stopped, and the voice drew closer. Suddenly, the door swung open, knocking Ivana over. Emil stepped out of the room covered in a towel and tripped over Ivana, landing on top of her, soaking her clothes through. "You've got a beautiful singing voice, Emil." she laughed. "You heard that!" the Icelandic boy blushed. "Oh god, I'm so embarassed! I-I-I...gotta go get dressed!" he said hurriedly, climbing off of Ivana, who stood up and tried to dry herself off. "I'ma go make the pancakes." Lukas said, deadpan. [He was so jealous. He would've given anything to have been on top of Ivana like that.]
Emil came out wearing his traditional outfit [The one with the reddish jacket and fluffy bow shirt...] and sniffed the air. "P-pancakes?" he murmured. Stepping into the kitchen, he found Lukas wearing a pink apron and spreading marshmallow fluff on some pancakes. He sprinkled little candy hearts over the top and handed the plate to Emil. "Onii-chan...Thanks..." Iceland blushed,
taking his plate and sitting down. So his brother really did care about him. As he stuffed his little mouth full of the pancakes, he remembered how a 9 year-old Lukas used to make his 5 year-old self these same pancakes. The memory made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "Onii-chan...I love you..." Emil smiled, looking up at Lukas. He finished nomming his pancakes and left.
Suddenly, as Ivana was leaving the room, there was a knock. Ivana walked out and Lukas opened the door. It was Sweden, Finland, and Denmark. "BROTHAAA!" Denmark cried, flinging his arms around Lukas. "Um...stop touching me. What are you guys doing here?" The Finnish boy smiled. "I heard you made pancakes!" "Yep, sure did. Want some?" Lukas said, leading them into the kitchen. As they nommed the pancakes, they heard a noise. Feet thudding. Laughter. Fabric moving. The creaking of wood. "Oh...Emil..." a voice said. "That sounds like..." said Lukas, running over to Emil's bedroom door. The doors in this hotel had little peepholes, so he peered through that. What he saw made his heart burn with envy and moe overload.
~IN EMIL'S ROOM~
Ivana laughed and pushed Emil onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and smiled. The Icelandic boy was blushing, as per usual. Siberia giggled. "Your face looks so cute!" "I'm not cute." Emil pouted. "Yes you are." She leaned in for a kiss, and Emil pressed his lips against hers. Iceland grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.
~LUKAS IS WATCHING~
"Guys. C'mere. Watch Emil making out!" Lukas said, trying to conceal the jealousy in his voice. "What?" "MAKING OUT?" "I gotta see this." Soon, all four of them had their faces pressed against the door, taking turns looking through the peephole. As the makeout session got steamier, Finland blushed and left, not wanting to invade Emil's privacy. Denmark kept going "SCORE, ICELAND!"
and pumping his fist in the air. Lukas watched angrily, his face getting redder and redder as it progressed. Sweden didn't say much, but you could tell he was enjoying watching the two teenagers kiss.