A few months ago, Ivan had invited you to his winter celebration, it’s basically Russian Christmas, but in January. You didn’t necessarily want to decline his invitation, so now you’re finally at his house. A few other nations have decided to tag along, other than Alfred and Arthur, as Ivan practically black-listed them from attending. The house was lively, the most liveliest it’s ever been in years..

Ivan’s always so lonely, so he probably appreciates the company.