So after the defeat of Canada in the world Juniors (and damnit that comeback was amazing. Why didn't they win, they were so close!) . Some people expected fics about it. Here I delivered some drabble. (also to say that I'm still alive)
Dedicated to the awesome girls of the Giving in Facebook group. The conversation was all shades of awesome.
Celebration
"I am going to kill you" Canada muttered lowly (and he was not crying damnit, he was NOT) his neck was still sore from where Russia had immobilized him in order to tear apart his Canada jersey and stuff him with his own. And now there he was, sprawled on the floor of his house, with and irritated vision; trying to glare at the older nation -once his lover, now his most despised enemy-; with his throat sore (from what he had no idea), and naked except for one heavy article of clothing
Red and white -not black- and Russian.
His team Canada jersey in shambles on the floor next to the Russian's feet. It was the perfect image of defeat.
Ivan chuckled darkly, the victory, the struggle, the death threats and the irrevocably proof of possession over the other nation intoxicating him. "Da! you can try, but I'll come back to life." he mocked with mirth, loving how angry and ruffle the defeated nation becomes.
like a cornered cat.
Russia licks his lips. He will love the scratches as he makes him his.
/and after the hate sex Matthew kicks him out and makes him sleep in Kumajirou's shed
AN: and that's it. I couldn't let it all go 100% dark so you have a cracky end. Fell proud Canadians, your team did well. It is not the final score but the comeback what will be talked about.