I do not own hetalia

This story is about Russia who have taken the cote ''learn more about each other'' too seriously. Russia/Canada, may contain violence, non-con in future and human name used.

Hope you enjoy ^^

-Stupid conference... stupid countries... all stupid!!!

This meeting had irritated him and the hot water of the shower was the best way to ease his nerve.

-Why do they want me to attend to those silly meeting if they don't even pay attention at what I have to say!

Mathew rinse the sweet scented shampooing, combing his hair with his fingers. When no more soap was left, he turned off the water. Signing loudly, he opened the curtain and step out of the shower. The Canadian dry himself and tied a towel around his waist. He takes out most of the humidity from his hair with another towel that he put around his shoulders. He was starting to feel better already.

That one meeting was only the beginning, since it was schedule to last the whole week... At least the hotel was nice, he had a large bedroom with a sofa, two queen size beds, a vast bathroom with a shower and a bath, a little kitchen so he would be able to cook a little. He just didn't know yet whose gona be his roommate. It was always decided on random to make sure everyone had the chance to know each other. But Mathew knew that some combinations were avoided after some ''accidents'', like his brother with Russia or Cuba or anyone with Liechtenstein. Her brother had a tendency to force the door and shoot everything he judged suspicious. Canada sigh again, that was going to be a long week...

Mathew opened the door of the bathroom, searching for his polar bear. That little one was almost his shadow; they travel, eat and sleep with each other all the time since his childhood. Even thought he doesn't always remember his owner, he's is best friend.

-Kumajiji... it's your turn, come take your bath!

It was weird, usually, the bear wait next to the door, but he wasn't this time. Canada looked around, but no trace of the bear.

-Can I help you, comrade?

Canada started, thinking he was still alone in the room. That voice, that accent, it was easy to recognize its owner. Mathew lifts his head and saw Russia taking out his clothes from his luggage. So it seem like his roommate was going to be the Russian. He didn't have any grudges against him, but he had heard a lot of thing from his brother.

-S-Sooo... you're the one I was p-paired with? Ask the Canadian.

Ivan started to giggle.

-Obliviously, since I'm depacting my stuffs.

Canada looked around another time, he's bear seemed nowhere. Did he quit the room without his permission? Mathew makes sure his towel was well tied around his waist and then starts searching the room. Russia looked at him with a large smile.

-You lost something? Asked Ivan when the Canadian was in the kitchen searching in the cabinet.

-I'm searching for Komujari, you know, my polar bear. Have you seen him?

The small one came back to the principal room where the Russian was sitting on the bed.

-Perhaps? Was the only answer Russia gives him.

-What? Where? Tell me!

Mathew was worried; it wasn't like Komajiro to leave like this. That bear was kind a lazy and fat, so he never goes too far without him carrying him.

-I put it away; pets are dirty and shouldn't be in the same room as us.

-Tu as fais QUOI?!?

Canada hurried in direction of the bed, now facing Ivan, brows frown. Ivan just smiled and stands up, dominating the small Canadian. Mathew takes a few steps back, not brave enough in front of the intimating Russian.

-W-where... is he? Babble the smaller nation.

-I lock it somewhere; answer Russia while closing the distance with the Canadian.

Mathew started to shake; remembering some of the story Alfred told him about the man so close to him now. Taking another step back, he hit the wall. He was petrified in front of such a big nation. Ivan was just smiling like a strange child. How could he be so cold, talking about his bear, his friend, this way.

-G-give h-him back! Y-you're not h-his owner, so y-you can't touch h-him.

The Canadian wanted to sound angry, but the fear was taking the entire place. Russia sense that and put his hand on the wall on each side of the smaller nation.

-But it was in MY room, so I can do anything I want with it, respond Ivan.

He smiled and takes a grip on the towel Mathew was wearing on his shoulder.

-As I can with you, he continued.

In one movement, he throws the towel across the room. Now Canada was panicking and blushing a bright red. On reflex he grabs the remaining towel, securing it around his waist. He had to find a way to escape. The larger nation started to giggle, that little one was so funny, he thought. With one hand, Ivan cupped Mathew's chin and force him to look at him. The little eye's were filled with water. Seeing Russia predatorious expression worsened his shacking. The larger male grips the remaining towel and starts to pull, teasing.

-N-no, please d-don't, squeaked the Canadian, trying hard to keep the last thing that cover him.

-Like you have a choice, murmur Ivan before pulling off the remaining towel.

Now the tears were going out of Mathew's eyes. He was so ashamed to be there, nude before such a man he hardly knows. Canada covers himself the best he could with his hands and Russia takes a few steps back to watch him with a bright smile. The smaller country didn't take much longer and took the chance to escapes. Unfortunately the only exit possible for now was the bathroom. He couldn't go out of the hotel room without cloths. The Canadian run as fast as he could, shot the door and locked it. He was safe for now. He let himself fall on the floor tying his arm around his legs. Russia come to knot softly on the door, he was still giggling.

-Don't forget that your cloths are on this side of the door, Matvey.

So that's the beggining of Matthew's week ^^'

Sorry for the english, I'm french Canadian, so I know it's not perfect ^^'

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