Also re-posting and editing this too! Okay peeps, I got the idea to do this story from a texting story between me and my bestest friend ever. Hope you like it! HUMAN NAMES USED! UNPLEASANT LANGUAGE! YAOI WARNING(in later chapters)! Dont like dont read. Oh and MAJOR OOC(it makes it REALLY cute!). Sorry.. Enjoy!

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Two Russians' Chocolate

There they go again. America and England arguing, again. I look around the table at the other nations. Some are sleeping, others texting, and a pair of them are making out. Until I spot a rather lonesome nation sitting at the end of the table all by himself. He looks sad.. Maybe I could cheer him up! Don't try it. Shut up. Make me you insolent fuck. I get up ignoring my counterpart and walk over to the lonely nation.

"Excuse me, would you care to join me for a drink?" I ask lightly tapping his shoulder and smiling. He yelps softly and looks up eyes wide.

"Wh-what?" he trembles in shock.

"Would you like to have a drink with me?" I repeat patiently.

"S-sure.." he stands.

"Good! Follow me, da?" I start walking away cheerfully. He follows me nervously. We escape without notice. Of course he would be nervous around me. Everyone is... I have no idea why. Idiot! I've told you why! And I told you to shut up! And I told you to MAKE ME!'

"Um.. Russia where are we going?" he mumbles warily.

"My car. Thats were I keep my vodka." I answer smiling at him reassuringly.

"O-oh.. I'm Canada by the way."

"I know who you are Canada. And please call me Ivan." I say as I unlock my car and get in the back and pull out a bottle of my special blend vodka.

"O-okay. Then call me Matthew." a light red stains his cheeks.

"Okay Matve. Can you handle strong vodka? Cause this is my special blend vodka a lot stronger than the normal vodka.." I explain locking my car back up.

"Yea. I like it strong." he nods without stuttering. He must be relaxing finally. No duh! I swear to god, I'll hurt you! You can't hurt me without hurting yourself! Fuck off! Wish I could!

"Good!" I walk back inside him following. I head to the break room where there are glasses. Once there I pull out two small glasses and fill them. I hand one to Matthew.

"Drink up, da?" I smile taking a drink from mine. He takes a hesitant sip.

"W-O-W. That is strong.. I-I like it!" he takes a bigger drink.

"Careful. If you aren't used to it, it WILL make you throw up. Trust me." I warn.

"Okay." he continues to sip it.

Suddenly the door flies open and France is standing there holy pissed.

"Matthew, go home! Now!" he barks.

"But why?" he asks innocently.

"B-because I said so!" France growls.

"Sounds to me like Francis is mad because you're hanging out with me. Da, Francis?" I chuckle greatly amused.

"Shut up you stupid com-"

"Is that true Francis?" Matthew interrupts. I send him a silent thank you look because I knew what he was going to say and we didn't like it.

"Well.. I.. Um.. Yes." he hisses pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I think I can take care of myself! Ivan wasn't hurting me! We were just having a drink to get away from the madness of Arthur and Alfred." Matthew says hotly.

"But-" Francis tries to interrupt.

"Furthermore, just because you raised me doesn't mean you control my life! I have the right to say who and how I hang out with anyone!" he finishes.

"Go Matve!" I cheer.

"Whatever!" France yells and stomps away.

"He is such a bother.." Matthew sighs.

"Wanna get out of here? Before he comes back, da?" I nod in agreement.

"Yes please!" he sighs setting his empty cup down. I grab my bottle and head to my car smiling happily that I had a friend coming over. Don't get too excited. Honestly, just please leave me alone to enjoy my happiness! *snickers* Not a chance. I hate you! Good. I hate you too.

Once we are in my car I drive to my house, which is in the middle of a sunflower meadow.

"Don't you live elsewhere?" he blinks in surprise at me.

"I did, but I got sick of my little sister stalking me and trying to me marry her. I was a prisoner in my own house. Now I live here. Away from her." I smile cheerfully.

"I see. Its a pretty house, but why sunflowers?" he smiles back softly.

"Um well you see... I.. a.." I start nervous not wanting to tell him I wasn't the only person in this body and that sunflowers help calm me down so he doesn't break loose and hurt everyone.

"It's all right. You don't have to tell me." he cuts in sweetly.

I sigh thankful, "Thank you, Matve."

"No problem." he giggles and we head inside for another drink.

The next thing I know it's morning and I'm in the same bed as someone else...

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OH SHIT. was the first thing to popped into my head when I woke up next to a very cute sleeping Canadian. Don't worry idiot you didn't sleep with him. I didn't? Isn't that what I JUST told you?! oh.. I sit up fully clothed and look down at Matthew still asleep next to me. I smile thankfully.

"Matve. Wake up." I shake him lightly.

"Huh?" he opens his eyes. "Ow... light hurts... Really hurts.."

"I know. Hangovers suck." I chuckle smiling at him softly.

"How come you don't have one?" He grumbles.

"Oh, I do. I am just used to them. Come on, get up. Coffee helps. A lot." I say standing. His face pales, "Did we...?"

"Nyet."

"Are you sure?" He panics sitting up.

"When you sat up, did your ass hurt?" I answer with a question.

"N-no.."

"Then I am sure. I'm going to make coffee." I walk down stairs. Fucking awesome! How so? You cussed! And that's funny how? You NEVER cuss, unless you're pissed, but that's when I take over! Da, da. ... What? You like him don't you? What? NO! YOU DO! HOLY SHIT! XD NO I DON'T! SHUT UP! -/- XD Fucking liar! I frown and blush as I set the coffee down on the table in front of Matthew.

"Is something wrong Russia?" he asks worried.

"My name is Ivan and da I'm fine." I answer changing to a smile. "Don't worry! Just thinking about unpleasant nation stuff."

"Ya, I get how that is!" he sips his coffee. "Mmm... It does help."

"Thats what I told you." I chuckle sipping my own.

After we drank two pots of coffee, mostly by my small Canadian friend, Matthew's phone rang.

"Hello?" he asks (somehow) tiredly.

"MON DIEU! MATTHEW WHERE ARE YOU?!" the angry voice of the frenchman rang out.

"None of YOUR business!" he growls and hangs-up on Francis mid sentence.

"Matve?"

"It's just Francis being an overprotective ass again." he sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Oh. So do you live with him?" I ask as I lean against the counter.

"Yea. I wish I could get out." he whines.

"Live here." I say without thinking my violet gaze trained onto his face.

"Excuse me?" he turns to me shocked.

"W-well, if you want out of t-there that bad.. M-move in with me." I stutter quickly darting my gaze away. Dumbass. You fucked that one up. NO I DIDN'T! *wails in panic* *sighs irritated* You are an idiot. *sobs*

"Ivan, do you like me that much to ask me to move in with you?" Matthew asks bluntly without stuttering(without BLINKING).

"W-well.. I.. umm... K-kinda.. er... Da..." I struggle trying to find my words as I become hyper aware that he is moving towards me.

"Good, cause I like you too." he whispers standing in front of me.

"Real-Mfh!" I'm cut off as he pulls me down and captures my lips with his in a sweet gentle kiss. My arms wrap around his waist pulling him close. Too soon, we pull back looking into eachothers eyes.

"Was that a yes?" I ask with a content hum.

"Yes," he smiles. "We need to get my things though."

"Da. Lets go." I grin back. Hoorah.

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