I just had to write this. It was floating around in my brain and this was suppose to be a scene in Of Conflicts and Decisions but hey, who cares? My OTP!

Disclaimer: If i did own hetalia i wouldn't be writing this!


"He's mine."

"Give me one good reason, you stupid commie Russian!"

"Kolkolkolkolkolkol..."

Suddenly looking uncertain of himself, Alfred stammered out, "I-is that all you got?"

Ivan drew his pipe while Alfred crossed his arms. "No weapons allowed in the G8 meeting and especially not in Canada."

"I was never one for rules." He retorted.

"I didn't make it up! My brother did!"

"Oh so he's yours now."

"He's been mine for years and will continue to be mine!"

"He was mine first!"

"Why you!"

"'I' what?"

Ivan was in a boiling rage. Alfred had gotten the better of him and he would love to wipe that smirk off his face by bashing his head in. Just then, the subject of their desires walked in unaware to the earlier dispute. "Alfred, Ivan, the meeting will start soon." He said calmly.

"Alright, Mattie~," Alfred smiled as he walked over. Matthew returned it with a smile of his own and nodded at Ivan before leading his brother out. Ivan soon got up and followed, but was horrified by the scene before him. Right in front of his was Alfred sealing a kiss from Matthew, his Matthew. What's worse was that Matthew was kissing back. He lost it. He stomped forward, harshly pulled Matthew away from his embrace and swung his pipe at Alfred. With a sickening crack, it collided against his face, breaking those glasses he lovingly called Texas.

" 'ou Russin bastrd!" Alfred bit out aggressively. He glared up at the tall figure as he returned it with equal menacingly at the blonde.

"You started it by kissing him!" Ivan swung his pipe down..

"Alfred! Are you alright?" Matthew asked as he dashed forward, obvious to Ivan's intentions.

"Matthew!" With another sickening crack, his savior was lying on the floor writhing in spasms of severe pain, crying as he held himself into a small ball. The messy blond hairstyle was unmistakable.

"Arthur!" Francis ran to his side and kneeled down beside him. Elizaveta pushed her way to the front.

"I-is... M-Matthew okay?"

"Zhe real question is are you okay, mon cher?" Francis asked very much concerned. Arthur just whimpered in reply.

"Vhat's going on here?" Ludwig shouted. " Yao, status!"

"Alfred has a broken nose, not too severe, but Arthur has a few broken ribs and an impaled lung, aru." He replied, kneeling next to the injured blonds spread out on the floor

"We need to get them to a hospital, quick!"

Immediately, Francis and Elizaveta helped Arthur and Alfred up. Matthew glared at Ivan maliciously.

"Matthew I-" he stated to explain

"Just get out of my sight!" Matthew screamed, "Hurting Alfred was one thing, but Arthur? Just-just stay away from me!" Turning, he ran to the awaiting ambulance parked outside the G8 building leaving Ivan both upset and broken.


Poor Ivan...