The world meeting had just been adjourned. Crowding throughout the room were a number of nations that hadn't left yet, forming small groups as they chattered with their close allies and glowered at their enemies.
Sadly, Mathew stood in none of these groups. He tried to ignore the pang of loneliness he felt as he searched for his missing bear.
Yet he could not stop himself from casting at least one depressed look to the other nations, his full pink lips turned down pitifully.
'Not even Ivan's here…' He thought sorrowfully to himself.
"You will become one with Russia, da?"
Canada's cheeks flushed red as he tried his hardest not to yelp in surprise as two very large, very strong hands dropped onto his waist and held tightly.
'Speak of the devil…' "I-Ivan?" He tried to spin around but was, of course, halted by the hands so stubbornly on his hips. "What are you doing, eh?" Though he felt happiness in his heart, he also felt… well, he felt Ivan pressed flush against him, a certain bulge digging into his lower back. Which was making him a little uncomfortable.
Russia giggled into his ear. Canada could all but see his childish expression of glee. "Nothing you don't want me to do~" The hands began traveling up the blonde's torso, beneath the shirt.
Mattie gulped, putting his hands over Russia's to stop their movement. He opened and shut his mouth a few times, unable to think of what words to use against the other.
Finally, he peeked around them, just to see if there was anyone watching; expectedly, no one was. Who would? Canada was ignored on a regular basis and everyone ignored Russia for as long as they could before their fear won out.
But still, it was safe to check; they had come a long way for people to notice now.
He turned around in the giant's embrace into Ivan's chest and mumbled softly into his long overcoat, his words lost as his voice was so quiet.
"Hm?" Russia continued to smile with boyishly deviance.
Mattie looked around them again before peeking up at Ivan. "I-I said…" Again, another pause and another check of the room. "… … O-okay… J-just not here." He spoke lowly, as if the fact that people generally didn't hear him wasn't good enough for the kind of security required for this.
He had been right to be so cautious.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY LITTLE BROTHER?"
The conference room fell to silence, the world meeting glancing blankly up at America who now stood on top of the long boardroom table. The American had an accusing finger pointed at Russia, his blue eyes fierce and his aura flaring – though it was rather unimpressive and completely unintimidating.
The other countries followed his pointed finger back to the couple and they stared (some, however, took one look at Russia and immediately looked away, grabbing at alcohol and drowning their memories away in a drunkard coma) blankly at the two.
After a moment, they began to gaze questioningly at Mattie.
The blonde – though mortified – still sighed and muttered dejectedly "Canada… I'm Canada…"
Now that people knew what they were staring at, reactions began to pop out among them.
England went into shock. France was debating whether or not to molest the halfway-insane Englishman or interroga- show concern for Canada. Japan, Germany, and Italy stared with varying degrees of shock, ranging from Japan's spasms and culture-shock expression to Germany narrowed and confused gaze to Italy's hesitantly growing smile as he began to realize what was going on.
"Vee~ Canada and Russia make a cute couple~" He looked at Germany who looked back down at him without changing expression. "Let's go on a double date, Doitsu!" Italy began to flail his arms excitedly, his curl bouncing on his head as he grinned airily at the German.
Ludwig didn't seem to understand what he had said for another moment before his cheeks reddened lightly.
Japan continued to shake wordlessly.
Cuba and Prussia were now glaring daggers into Russia's face; unfortunately, Russia just ate their glares, looking wonderfully amused by the whole situation.
Kumajirou made an appearance, slipping out from beneath the boardroom table to yawn rudely at nothing in particular. He padded lazily to Mathew's side and pawed at his leg. "Who?"
Canada had to unwrap Russia's arms from his waist. "… Canada… The guy who feeds you." He picked the small polar bear up.
"Oh." The bear made no further reply, staring without expression at the uncertain nations.
America had yet to move, still pointing at Russia with growing rage wafting from him. "YOU HAVE MOLESTED MY BROTHER!"
"Da!" Russia giggled happily, rewrapping one arm around Canada's waist and drawing him close to his side. "He is really energetic in bed."
Canada choked on his own spit, throwing a look of horror at the larger nation. Maybe they hadn't been trying to hide their relationship, but his brother was the last person he wanted knowing the dirty details!
America choked as well… kept choking… began making painful keening noises… and then collapsed off the table, passed out cold.
Now that Alfred was down for the count, most of the people began to lose interest in the couple (a majority of them for the fact that they had already forgotten who Canada was and a others happy that Russia had someone that seemed to keep him busy and not really caring otherwise).
Before long, it was as if America had never interrupted them.
France had luckily decided to molest Arthur instead of bothe- congratulate them.
Canada ducked his head, depression setting in. Even with this shocking news, no one could remember him…
Russia smoothed a hand through his hair, spending a considerable amount of time just stroking the curl of hair atop Mattie's head. His childish grin grew as Canada began to whine.
"D-don't do th-that here… You kn-know what-t that does-s… t-to me…"
"Da. This is your 'G-spot' as I believe the ignorant Americans call it."
Canada winced. "N-no, that's-s-s not what the Am-Americans use it f-f-fo-…. Oooh…" Canada went limp against Russia, unable to keep himself up as the pleasure intensified. He just barely managed to keep his arms around the bear.
Russia kolkoled as he lifted the Canadian effortlessly into his arms and strutted from the world meeting.
Kumajirou lifted his head and gave Russia a slow look. "… One with Ivan time?"
"Da!" Russia nodded excitedly.
Canada just moaned, unable to form a coherent reply as Russia continued to stroke the curl.
"I'm going now." The bear jumped off and swayed to the kitchen.
Russia kolkoled again, his wide gait carrying the lovers fast to the giant's spacious temporary room.
He slipped Canada onto the bed, standing back up to admire the maple-loving blonde as he continued to whimper in lingering pleasure.
Mathew looked up at him, shy lust born in his eyes. He opened his arms and reached out to the larger nation. "Ivan…" He whined. "Please!"
Ivan pulled off his overcoat and took off his boots and socks, taking his sweet time about it. He draped his scarf around Mathew's body and then shrugged out of the black turtleneck beneath, carelessly tossing it to the floor.
Canada, one hand holding the scarf, pulled himself up and reached out, his free hand tracing the scars that marked the other nation's body, kissing each as he went along.
There were long scars, short scars, thick scars, thin scars; tiny scars that had been bullet wounds and long jagged scars that had been sabers. Blemishes from burns that raked across Ivan's one arm caught his special attention, gently touching his lips along the verge of it before dancing across it.
The newer scars he was careful with, feathering his thumb along the outskirts of them and just barely touching them with his mouth – just enough for that breath of pleasure along sensitive skin instead of stinging pain from fresh wounds.
Russia was a big nation with a long and bloody history. Too long and too bloody, far too violent. The poverty of his nation had caused just the slightest blue tint to Ivan's skin, too slight for anyone to tell just by looking at his uncovered face but strikingly visible when looking at his torso as a whole.
Ivan's smile lost its edge of danger, softening – just slightly – into a gentle expression. He petted one hand through Mathew's bright golden hair, basking in the affection he was receiving. He brought his free hand to his mouth, taking the tip of the longest finger of his thick glove between his teeth and pulling the heavy leather off. He spat it out to the side, letting it fall into the rest of the pile. He switched hands and then was completely bare from the waist up.
Canada tugged him down onto the bed, continuing his scar-kissing.
There was the heart-shaped scar on Ivan's chest which he was careful about, weary of having the organ beneath unexpectedly fall out. But he showed it no less love, drifting his lips over and across it.
His hands trailed along Ivan's back, fingering and tickling the long, brutal mars there that he could not reach with his mouth; long, whip-like marks and torture wounds.
His lips traveled up… up… and then they were dragging along the thin, pale slashes circling around his throat. There was a slightly thicker scar a little to the left of Russia's esophagus, as if someone had aimed there and then missed.
Ivan shivered as Mathew ran his tongue along that scar, the warm, playful light in his eyes darkening pleasurably.
"You are wearing too much, da?" Ivan smiled cheekily as he pulled back from his lover's caresses, grasping the small nation's hoodie in one hand as he did. "We should fix that." In one sharp tug, he pulled both the hoodie and the shirt beneath off of Canada, causing a yelp from his unsuspecting lover.
Mathew flushed rather prettily as he ran one hand nervously along his opposite arm.
No one ever noticed him… so being half-naked in front of someone who was looking at him was something that piqued his shyness. Though he felt a pleasant fuzziness in his heart, he would have preferred it had Russia not stared so… pointedly.
And he wasn't even out of his pants yet.
Ivan seemed to catch that thought and his grin grew to frightening proportions. He flicked Canada's belt loose even as his other hand tugged off his shoes and socks. Gripping the waistband of Mathew's pants, he brought them down slowly along with his boxers. Purposefully rubbing them back and forth against Canada's erection as he slid them off.
The Canadian moaned and lifted his hips, trying to hurry the process and failing.
"You're impatient, da?" Ivan pressed a kiss to his revealed hip, then pressed another kiss against his slowly appearing thigh… and then just followed the pants down, raining kisses along apparent flesh.
Canada dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, bringing Russia's scarf to his face to muffle his moans.
"I-Ivan… Please…"
"Het." The pants now to his ankles, Russia tugged them off and caressed his way back up. "I'm not done teasing Matvey yet." He grinned so cutely, Canada bit his bottom lip to stop the urge from hugging him. It would have been an awkward angle seeing as how Russia was only at his calves. "It's fun to tease Matvey~"
'Sometimes, I have to wonder if I'm a pedophile whenever I'm with him…' Canada mentally sighed.
Russia dragged his blunt nails along Mathew's inner thigh, lifting his lover's leg and nipping his inner knee.
Canada gasped. 'And then he does things like that!' He let loose a breathy moan.
Ivan kept his leg braced over his shoulders as he continued his explorations.
He was drawing closer to Mathew's growing need, but his eyes never fell on his length much less his head moving towards it.
Oh no… Ivan went around it.
Canada huffed irately. "I-Ivan!" He just barely stopped himself from tangling his hands in Ivan's white-blonde hair, instead gripping the scarf securely.
His lover had been tortured a multitude of times before; there were many mistakes Mathew could make and grabbing his hair, trying to force his direction, was one of the ones that would quickly end this beautiful moment and turn it into World War III.
It had happened before. Mathew had yet to complete the damage control on that section of his Canadian homeland from the first time it had accidentally occurred. There were still a multitude of families wondering if they had seen a half-naked man destroying buildings with a metal pipe or if their prime minister was right and it had just been one of the worst storms of their life.
Harper was still glowering at Ivan for that.
Mathew carefully kept his hands to himself now, needing something to hold onto but having only Ivan's scarf. He worried the fabric between his hands, biting down on a wad of it when it felt as if he was going to cry out.
Ivan was tonguing his bellybutton, nibbling around it before beginning the small torment all over again.
His hands ticked up Mathew's thighs, gripping onto his waist and holding him still.
"That's good, Matvey." He breathed heatedly. "The scarf is there for you, da." And he planted his mouth – unexpectedly – on Canada's straining member, forgoing the teasing and taking Mathew deep down his throat.
"AH!" Canada was lucky (or was he unlucky?) for the hands Ivan had on his waist or else he probably would have bucked up. "I-Ivan!" He began to lose himself to pleasure. "S'il vous plaît ne vous arrêtez pas! ( - Please don't stop!)" He slipped into French, his tongue momentarily forgetting the American language.
Russia kolkoled around his length before lifting his head, swiping his tongue over his glossy lips. "Что я должен делать? ( - What should I do?)"
Ivan could easily understand the French language, but his accent was too thick to repeat it. He stuck to his mother language.
Canada whimpered at the loss of heat around his member. His mind warred with itself. 'What should he do? What should he do?' His body screamed at him to have him continue, but a distant part of his mind reminded him that there was something better than this and it could be his if he asked right.
Flushed brightly red, he let a hand wander between them and rub at his orifice. "Je veux que vous ici! ( - I want you here!)"
Ivan's gaze followed his hand avidly, staring at where Canada wanted him with deep seated hunger. He covered Mathew's hand with his own, teasing the puckered entrance with the finger pad of his longest digit. "Я буду здесь в ближайшее время, да. ( - I'll be here soon, yes.)"
He smiled boyishly again, quirking a finger in a 'come hither' fashion. "But you help me first, da?"
Canada sat up. He gulped when Russia cupped his erection tellingly, still grinning.
He bent himself forward, tongue flicking over the gland first; no pre-cum yet. But, of course, hard as rock.
He pulled back for a moment, preparing himself and relaxing his throat muscles. Ivan was… big. Russian big. Big Russian big.
It was daunting. 'How does this monster ever fit inside of me?' He cried out in his mind; of course he wasn't talking about Ivan…
Just his cock. That alone was a monster enough to frighten Mathew.
He licked along the sides as if it were an ice cream cone, getting a taste for the salty meatiness.
He slid his lips over the head, pulled back and wet them more when he felt them begin to stretch, and then put his head back down again. He put his hand around what he couldn't fit, pumping carefully.
His glasses became too foggy to see. He retreated and handed them over to Ivan and then returned to the business (literally) at hand.
He swallowed around Ivan, lapping at the sensitive flesh.
Russia – ever a country of vast control – only smiled down at him, holding his glasses loosely in one hand.
Canada was sure that was a good thing; he was deceptively strong – not as strong as his brother, America, but still strong – , yet Ivan… Ivan was a force to reckon with. Mathew doubted very much that he would have been able to hold Ivan's hips still had the Russian decided to thrust into his mouth.
He sucked on as much as he could, tasting salty drops of pre-cum on his tongue as he continued.
Russia tangled a hand in his hair and pulled him off, pushing him back into lying down.
He set the glasses down on the bedside table and rested his thick, coarse palms on Canada's knees, pushing them apart.
His tongue ran over his lips again.
Mathew shuddered, eyes following the movement. "Ivan…" He worked to sit up. "Embrasse-moi. ( - Kiss me.)"
Russia's mouth was immediately conquering his own, tongues sliding and dancing together between their joint lips. Teeth clacked and Ivan nibbled his lower lip, worrying the bruised pink flesh. Canada brought their lips back together, trying to slip past Ivan's defenses into his mouth. The taste of vodka and spices flooded him, making him moan.
Russia easily overcame him, returning the favor. Drool trickled from the corner of their mouths as their spit mingled.
"Mm!" Canada turned his head away, gasping in surprise as something cold and wet pushed into his body. He looked with wide eyes at Ivan.
The Russian grinned cheekily and held up a bottle of lube in his free hand, his other easing in and out of Mathew.
'W-well, at least he didn't try bareback again… but WHERE did he get THAT?' Canada flushed darkly. "O-oh…" His eyes rolled slightly as his body shivered. Ivan had long, thick fingers; having one of them stretch Canada's entrance felt slightly painful, but not too much so.
He cried out when a second finger joined the first a little too fast, scissoring inside of him. "I-Ivan!" His hands came up and clawed at the giant's shoulders. "Ivan!" He descended into whimpering, his eyes desperate as they focused on Russia's smug expression.
"Da, Matvey?" Russia leaned down, kissing Canada hungrily. "What is it?"
Canada writhed as a third finger joined the first two. He was torn between intense pleasure and throbbing discomfort. "I-I… N-need you!" He wrapped his arms around Russia's neck and pulled the larger nation closer. He buried his face into his neck.
Ivan hummed happily. "One more finger, Matvey." He assured the Canadian.
He pumped a few more times with the three fingers already inside Mathew before finally adding the fourth.
Mathew tensed; he tried to relax, but it took ample attention from Ivan to do so. The Russian caressed the curl atop Canada's head, eliciting moans from the blonde before letting his hand slip between Mathew's thighs and steadily pump his length in time with his thrusts.
A few minutes later, Mathew kissed the corner of his mouth. "I-I'm read-dy…"
Ivan turned his head to press their lips together, stealing Canada's breath from him. He slipped his fingers out of Mathew and replaced it with something larger.
He eased himself into Mathew, taking his very sweet time about it. Canada whimpered into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulder blades, but never stopped the kiss.
The head slipped in… and then two inches of his member. Carefully, he rolled his hips until a little more than half his cock was buried within the blonde.
Russia smiled against Mathew's lips. "Matvey feels good all around me~"
Canada was still trying to adjust to Russia's girth. He bit his bottom lip, his body convulsing; his inner muscles kept trying to squeeze, trying to force the intruder out even as they only managed to drag him deeper.
Ivan's childish tone of awed bliss made him smile back, though. "M-mm…" He gasped, his eyes widening. "Th-there!" Russia had just struck that spot deep inside of him. "Again!"
"Da." Ivan began slowly pumping his hips, aiming for that spot over and over again until Mathew was pushing back on him, cry after cry ripping from his throat. "Matvey is so warm inside…" He whispered raggedly, forehead pressed to Canada's. "Feels like summer…"
Mathew rubbed his cheek against Ivan's jaw. "G-g-good… OH MAPLE!" His back arched off the bed. "H-hard!"
Ivan giggled. "I know~" He did it again – pulling his hips back until his head nearly fell from Mathew's entrance and then rocking his hips forward so hard his sac slapped lewdly against the globes of Mathew's butt – and smiled with glee as Canada screamed.
"M-MAPLE!"
"Het." Russia curved Mathew's legs over his shoulders. "My name." He did it again, just to make the smaller nation scream another time.
"IVAN! Ivan! Ivan! Ivan!"
For a frustrating moment, Russia went perfectly, stonily still.
It took another moment for Canada to realize why.
His fingers were tangled in Ivan's pale blonde hair.
He paled. "I-Ivan…?" He moved to pull his shaking hands from the mass of soft strands.
"Het." He jerked at Ivan's growl, freezing. "Don't. Move."
Canada did as told, hardly breathing.
He thought of all the nations gathered in this building. 'If Ivan loses it… he's LITERALLY going to cause World War III.' He swore even his heart seemed to stop.
He flinched when Ivan began to move, caught by surprise. "Iv-van?" His breath caught as Russia began to move in him again, sliding against his prostate with every thrust. "Ivan!" The Russian kept going faster, harder, deeper. Pleasure boarded addictively on the edge of pain.
Canada looked into Ivan's vivid violet eyes, trying to see what the Russian was feeling; his vision slightly blurry without his glasses, what he could make out assured him that there was no scarlet rage in his lover's eyes, but only a uncharacteristic steeliness.
Canada tried again to take his hands away.
"Het!" Now Ivan snarled at him. "Я не трус. ( - I am no coward.)"
Mathew gasped as the thrusts became harsher, reaching a part of him that had never before been reached by his Russian lover. It wasn't completely a good thing either; it was painful, as if that part of him had just been ripped carelessly open.
His eyes widened to saucers and his mouth fell open on a soundless scream. "Aucun lâche! ( - No coward!)" He could feel the fresh lubricant of his own blood rubbing between his raw inner walls and Ivan's thick arousal.
Ivan must have felt it too because, for a short second, he paused, adolescent confusion sparking in his eyes. Canada's words didn't seem to register with him, though.
Canada, shaking slightly, brushed his hands through Ivan's hair; gently, as gently as he could. He let his digits flow through the hair, avoiding the snarls so he wouldn't tug at the white blonde tousle. "Je sais que mon *Beliy medved n'est pas un lâche. ( - I know my white bear is no coward.)" His voice hardly carried, but in the sudden silence of the room, Russia still heard him.
The giant said nothing for a long moment. Finally, he offered Canada his signature innocently dangerous smile. "Matvey is flattering, da." He pressed their lips together, thrusting again. His pace was no gentler, but not as hard either. "Я люблю свою *Матвей. " – I love my Matvey.)"
Mathew groaned, his fingers still brushing through Ivan's hair. "J-J'aime mon Beliy medved, aussi. ( - I-I love my white bear, too.)"
"You are ready to cum, da?" Russia didn't wait for an answer; he wrapped one hand around Canada and began pumping, drawing moan after cry from the smaller nation. "Da." His hips rocked in time with his pumps, slamming into and out of Mathew until the Canadian had to take one hand from Russia's hair and grab onto his bicep instead to brace himself. "I-IVAN!" The other hand fell to wrap around Russia's neck. The pain was still there, a discomforting friction, but the pleasure was white hot and blinding.
"Aaaww…" Somehow, Russia still found the timing right to pout as if he did not have a writhing, screaming man beneath him. "Matvey has stopped playing with my hair."
Shaking, Canada tangled one hand into Russia's hair, trying his hardest to concentrate at least hard enough not to catch on any tangles.
"Matvey is close, da?" Russia's breathing was becoming ragged.
"Y-Yes!"
"Mmm… I'll cum with you!" He pressed a lingering kiss to Mathew's lips.
The Canadian came with a cry, back arching off the bed. His squeezing inner muscles dragged at Ivan, making the Russian tense stonily as he reached nirvana with Mathew.
There was a long silence only interrupted by their thundering hearts and panting. Russia's arms gave way, only catching him long enough to stop him from completely squashing his lover.
Minutes went by in trembling peace. Mathew's hands slipped off of Ivan to rest numbly at his sides.
Russia broke out into a smug grin. "We should do this more often, da."
Canada chuckled tiredly. "Y-Yeah… Get off-ff m-me, eh? You're h-heavy…" He pushed at Ivan's shoulders.
Russia rolled over, bringing Canada with him and resting the blonde on his chest. He sighed blithely, eyes shut. "Matvey is amazing."
Mathew flushed. "Thank you…" He pecked Russia on the chin. "I think you're pretty cool, too."
Author's Note: I'm sorry if there are any inconstancies with the story; I've followed APH from episode 1 to 91, but the episodes are only five minutes long and some of them refused to load… I honestly don't know where else to look for APH because everyone else seems to know so much more than me… Can I get help with links and sites and such? I wanna learn more about this awesomely hilarious anime!
'Beliy medved' is the Russian term for polar bear which translates (phonetically, meaning basically using the English alphabet instead of symbols) as 'white bear'. Read in Russian, it is 'Белый медведь'. I will be using 'Beliy medved' throughout the story, mostly in the French translations, so please don't get confused. 'Beliy medved' is not French; 'ours blanc' is French for 'white bear' (but actually translates as 'bear white').
'Матвей ' is the translation of 'Matvey'. Read phonetically, it was spelled 'Matvyeĭ'. When I listened to it, it sounded like 'Mat-V'… Which I think is how it already sounds…