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It was happening again. Canada knew this, could see it, the hatred in Ivan's eyes from across the Arctic. The hatred tinged with insanity. He had been mucking about in other people's politics for years now and he was about to make his move. It felt like the USSR all over again. Not that Matthew would ever make that mention out loud. He worried for his friends, countries that lived closer to the nation than even he did. Countries that didn't have the same sort of understanding of just what the Great White North was capable of doing to a nation.
He worried most about Katyusha, whom had long had an uneasy history with her brother. Matthew could feel the worry of her people, now his citizens, as they feared what Ivan would do to their eastern relatives. Matthew wanted to give Katyusha a safe haven within his own borders, but was worried about the repercussions of such an action. The Arctic Ocean wasn't that big. Their northern borders practically touched in the winter time and Matthew knew he didn't have the people to defend it. So he did the only thing he could do. He turned to his brother.
Matthew was wary, knew he sold a little bit of his soul to his brother every time Alfred did him a favour, but could see no other way of helping Ukraine. Better the devil you know right? (Except sometimes, late at night, he felt that he could relate better to Ivan than his conceited, energetic, loudmouthed brother.) Alfred had agreed immediately to help Ukraine out, eyes gleaming (and Matthew knew he would pay for this in blood).
The years went by and Matthew watched as Ukrainians streamed into America's borders. Katyusha would appear with her people sometimes, her eyes huge with tears that always fell on the shoulder of Alfred's jacket in thanks. And Matthew would watch as Alfred put his arms around the quivering blonde, placing featherlight kisses on her face. Sure, a match made in fucking paradise.
Ivan still glared murder across the Arctic Ocean. Would sometimes shout Russian curses and insults at Matthew as they stood toe-to-toe up in the northern snows. He knew who was responsible for his sister's exodus and newfound strength.
Matthew watched as Alfred embroiled himself in yet another losing war. He had never been fond of Russia and only needed an excuse to fight him again. Between the two Matthew thought the world would end in bloodshed. He only hoped that they would shoot at each other across Europe rather than over him.
It was Katyusha, who came to Matthew one day, as Alfred took another blow from her brother, and asked him him to intervene. She begged, eyes glistening unshed tears for her beloved. And he shook his head no. Matthew didn't owe Katyusha anything.
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