Okay, this is a CRACKfic, the first one I've ever done actually. This is actually based off a dream I had once apon a time ago. So, enjoy, this is for everyones amusment. Comments are cherished. I love them more then pie...

!Warning! Includes – Sexual themes, strong launguage, MAGICAL!mpreg, Russia x Canada, France x England, BOY ON BOY !IF YOU DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! and other WONDERFUL things. You have been warned.

Matthew loved it when the window was left open from last night. It always gave him a reason to cuddle Ivan more.

Lots of nations stared like they had short circuited when Matthew tried to explain how much Ivan LOVED cuddling. He really was just a big teddy bear if you only gave him a chance. He was like a chocolate with goey cherry stuff on the inside. A hard exterior, but if you just grew a pair and ate it, you'd realize it was really sweet and definitly worth it. Hehehe...Matthew was too tired for this.

He buried his face in Ivan's chest, he arms pulling into his own chest, he fists leaning against Ivan's stomach. Their legs were tangled up together, the blanket facing its unfortunate death in this tangle. Ivan laid the side of his face on top of Matthew's head, his arms wrapping around Matthew's smaller form.

Matthew was very sure coming here and visiting really was one of his best ideas he had ever had...or he was just too tired to remember anything...doesn't matter. Worth it.

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The smell of pancakes was soon wafting through Russia's house, the underlying smells of eggs and bacon with it.

Ivan leaned against the doorway into the large kitchen. Within, there was a very happy Canadian. That amused him quite a bit.

First, Matthew, making him breakfast. Most of the time he didn't even have breakfast, unless one of his sisters was over. Natalia, he'd eat just to be polite. Katyusha and Matthew, he couldn't help it, they were great cooks. Second, Matthew wasn't wearing his own clothes. He was wearing Ivan's black slacks that only fit him because of the leather belt tightened around his waist, and a shirt Matthew had borrowed from Alfred, which happened to be a 'nyon cat' tee-shirt.

He looked rediculous.

And it didn't help he was singing.

What he was singing was a mystery to Ivan. It sounded nice though.

"Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight; just a touch of the fire burning so bright. And I don't want to mess this thing up; no, I don't want to push to far. Just a shot in the dark that you just might; be the one I've been waiting for my whole life; so, baby I'm alright; with just a kiss. Good night..."

He sat there awhile, watching Matthew intently. Wanting to say something, but knew the song would end then. He was so sure he had heard it before, just couldn't put his finger on it.

"Lady Antebellum. Just a kiss. Alfred had it playing before I left and now it's stuck in my head." Matthew grinned at Ivan over his shoulder.

Ivan became crestfallen very quickly. 'He knew I was here the whole time... Well, there goes trying to be stealthy..' He couldn't help but be slightly angry at this. "I could have figured it out for myself." Ivan added petulantly.

Matthew threw his head back with a laugh like an angels'. "Sure. It's just a song you know. You don't have to get all pissy." He shot back with a playful, yet victorious smirk over his shoulder again, his lavender eyes tying it all together with a sly gleam.

Ivan held back an equally playful pout, squaring his shoulders and standing up straight. "I don't get, what you call, 'pissy'." He emphasized, using his fingers as his own quotation marks. A quirk he exucuted as an obvious imitation of the Canadians' southern brother.

Matthew grabbed two platters with plump and delicious smelling pancakes, turning around to face the much larger Russian. "Woah there, tiger," the almost coo only receiving a rolling of eyes. "Instead of trying to untuck it, why don't you help me set the table," the platters being handed to Ivan firmly.

Ivan raised a finger and opened his mouth, quite offended and ready to retort promptly, but ended up just standed there and gaping like a fish out of water. Matthew chuckled, raised up on his toes and placed a sweet kiss on Ivan's gaping mouth, which swiftly shaped to Matthew's.

It lasted only a moment. Matthew then lowered himself, and looked up at Ivan with huge puppy dog eyes, looking at him from under his eyelashes provacatively. "Please, Ivan..."

Ivan brought his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes and temple, a groan of frustartion escaping him. "Please ~," Matthew dragged it out slightly.

With a pleading glance at the ceiling and a mouthed 'Why', Ivan took the plates and glared at Matthew, and surprisingly, it came out with a bit of venom in it. "I hate you sometimes," he growled as he turned on his heel and began to walk away.

That beautiful laugh followed him, "I love you too!"

I'm sorry, it's short, but I'm a little busy with writing my other fanfic 'When in Rome', but I was so intent on getting this out that I just did something short. As I said at the top, if you don't like, don't read, it's that easy. To you people, who are cool with this, I PROMISE EVERYTHING I wrote up there. So, expect it. Um, comments are cherished. Thanks a lot!

Disclaimer : I do not own Hetalia. I wish, but universe doesn't like me so much.