Maple Syrup and Vodka

The Communist, the Capitalist, and the Wardrobe Blocking the door

It was a complete miracle that Ivan had managed to get back to his house. 

As they were being bombarded by the storm, Ivan had managed to make out the sounds of two bears, not too far ahead. He had no idea what would've become of him and Matthew if it wasn't Bol'shoy and Kumajirou. For a while, Ivan had become too cold and was barely able to carry Matthew, so Bol'shoy carried him on his back whilst Kumajirou led the way back to the large house. 

Upon arriving back, Toris came rushing to the door when he heard it open and close. Clearly the lithuanian nation had been worried since the storm started, and was glad to see them back. Taking Matthew upstairs first and to the bedroom where he had slept previously, Toris made sure he had two large blankets before coming back downstairs to help Ivan, who was shivering just as badly as Matthew.  Filling a bucket with hot water in the kitchen and helping Ivan put his feet in the bucket, Toris got him a blanket and a cup of hot green tea. 

"What happened out there?" Toris asked as he started to make some soup and bread for the three of them. Taking a sip of the tea, Ivan had been staring at the floor when he answered. " General Winter..." He muttered, and Toris understood clearly.  

" Well, you just focus on warming up... After this soup is done, I'll go upstairs to help Matthew out. " Toris gave the russian nation a  small smile, before returning to the stove. 

Everything remained fairly peaceful for the next nine hours, whilst the storm raged on. After Ivan's warmed up and was able to get up and move, he had gone to change out of his still ice coated clothes into a large poofy sweater that his sisters had gotten him for his birthday, back during the Cold War (it was very cold). The group had all finally ended up in Matthew's room, Toris quietly reading a book, and Ivan sitting on the bed with Kumajirou to keep an eye on the still sleeping Matthew. 

The peacefulness, though, was interrupted by the loud banging on the front door. Sighing and getting up, Ivan stretched a bit before looking to Toris, who was already setting his book aside. " Keep an eye on Mattvey...." Ivan told him as he exited the room and headed downstairs. 

He couldn't say he wasn't expecting Alfred at the door. 

Alfred, in earmuffs, a hat, and a large jacket, shoved his way inside and began to take them off. Even though the storm had ended about an hour ago, Alfred was still shivering. 

" Alright, where's Matt?" Alfred asked as he pulled his hat and earmuffs off. Ivan simply shrugged. There was no denying that Matthew was there, but he couldn't help but play clueless to annoy the other nation.

"Who?" He asked, tilting his head with a confused expression. Now that made Alfred really mad, and it made Ivan laugh. 

" You know damn well who, you ass! Now where is he?! MATT!!" Alfred yelled, going to move past the other towards the stairs.

Stepping in his way, Ivan glared down at the noisy, nosey and all around annoying american. " He is sleeping. Leave him be or I will make you leave, da?" Alfred was borderlining in between stubborn and stupid.  Shoving past Ivan, Alfred rushed up the stairs, and began calling for the other. 

"Matt! Matty!! " He yelled, moving down the upstairs hallway. This, of course, made Ivan furious. Going upstairs after the other, Ivan had managed to grab onto the other's shirt and thrown him against the wall.

" Shut it, will you? " He glared down at the other. " You will leave, now." He glared, and ,well, what ensued, was a yelling match that could probably be equivalent to the continuation of the Cold War.But, over all the screaming, yelling and bomb threats that echoed through the halls, the two didn't hear the sound of Toris moving the wardrobe in front of the door. The only thing that got them to quiet down and realise that they had been blocked out of the room was the text they received from Toris. The two had managed to stop at the sounds of their ringtones and pull out their phones to see the text.

' You two really need to quiet down. Even after moving the wardrobe in front of the door I can still hear you as clear as day, and you're bound to wake Matt. Oh, btw, until you two stop fighting, you're not allowed in.' 

The arguing continued for another 20 minutes, blaming the other for it all and so on and so forth. It ended with Ivan going to the door to Matthew's room and drying to push it open. Banging on it, Ivan spoke loudly. 

" Toris! Let me in!" He yelled, to which Toris texted him. 

'No'

Then, it was Alfred's turn to bang on the door. " Tory, buddy, let me in to see my bro! "

'No'

The two each took turns trying to push the door open, either by body checking it or kicking it (Alfred was the idiot who attempted that). 

After about  5 minutes of the two trying to get in, they both settled to sitting on either side of the blocked door. Grumbling, Alfred simply sat there, angry not only that he couldn't see Matt, but also due to the fact he hadn't packed his DS or PSP. 

Ivan simply pulled out his phone and texted Toris, pleading to be let in.

' T, please, I wish to see Mattvey...I'm sorry we were arguing.'

' No, you two will simply start again. Go downstairs and let Matt rest.' 

'But T, please, you don't understand...' 

' I do understand, Ivan. ' 

Ivan felt crushed, in a way. His heart felt like it had melted (in a bad way) as he wallowed in misery, pulling his knees close to his chest. He really wanted to see the other nation, to know he was alright, to know that he would be close by and under the russian's protection, and away from that damn Capitalist, Alfred. 

-On the other side of the door and the wardrobe-

Toris was rather worried about Matthew, and the spam messages he was receiving from Ivan weren't helping. The other was curled up, sleeping soundly on the bed. Kumajirou was at his side, curled up next to the canadian nation, but still the other shivered, despite the numerous blankets and the warmth from his companion. The idea that they might need to take him to the hospital kept crossing Toris' mind, but what would they do? There was no type of medicine that would cure the nations, and it always depending on how well their country was doing. If there was a large outbreak in which over half of their population was sick, the nation would get sick. If the economy was suffering, the nation would suffer, and so on. Was something going on, back in Canada's nation?...