It was amazing, what Russia did for love. He put up with the Canadian's rather ridiculous demands for things called 'dates', sitting and talking over bad French food that he had to pay for. And usually all he got for his efforts was a shy peck on the cheek before Canada ran inside.
It was rather frustrating. And even worse was the emotional stuff.
'Russia, we don't see each other enough anymore.'
'Russia, do you still find me attractive?'
'Russia, are you seeing someone else?'
It was enough to make him want to punch someone. Usually America, as it was probably his fault for making Matthew so insecure about the Thing they had. Probably jealous that his own Thing wasn't going as well.
What he did for Matthew was probably more than what was expected from any male in any relationship. But it was usually worth it to see his amethyst eye light up and a small smile cross his sweet little face.
But this.
This was too far.
He had actually contemplated suicide on the entire car ride over.
But now, here he was, sitting amongst the screaming fangirls, listing to crappy techno pop and some gender confused child serenade the crowd.
Matthew had brought Ivan to a Justin Bieber concert. And if he didn't love the Canadian so much, he would have another pop star's head over his mantle.
... Dont ask.
(I might continue this and re-name it "Ivan's Bieber Adventure.")