"Matvey?"
"Mhm?"
"Your bear is making eyes at me." A small giggle sounded through the room, warming Russia's heart.
"Kumachigu, leave Ivan alone." A irritated growl answered him, along with a equally irritated tone of voice.
"But I'm hungry!"
"I am not food!" Russia exclaimed, feigning fear. This provoked another giggle from his Canadian lover, and Ivan smiled. How he loved his precious little Matvey.
"You smell like alcohol." Kumajirou mumbled as he turned to waddle into the kitchen with a pout.
"Da!" Russia sang in reply. He was used to the bantering that took place between them nowadays. The always-hungry Polar Bear was part of Mathew, and Ivan loved Mathew.
Ivan had grown to tolerate most things anymore. Even -dare he jinx it- America. Why? They all had a connection to Canada.
A year before, Russia would have snapped the arrogant and narrow minded man in half for even looking at him wrong. But now, he even let him get within an inch of actually touching Ivan. It made him extremely uncomfortable, but the wide grin on Mathews face was worth it every time.
And now, spending time over at the Canadian's house, he felt the warmth and serenity that settled in the very structure.
He was at home here, in the cozy log cabin Canada had built himself in a familiar stretch of woods. The wood it was made of was a dark oak, not showing much age despite how long ago it had been gathered and placed. Now the inside walls looked like the outside, but some places were flat and allowed pictures to be hung, along with various hockey medals and a small Canadian flag.
The living room was a generous size, as was the kitchen and the Master Bedroom, giving occupants plenty of room to roam. Soft plush carpet covered the floor in the living room and bedrooms, but beautiful pine hardwood floors remained everywhere else.
The home was perfect and seemed to be the set up of a heartfelt family film. Ivan couldn't find one thing he wanted to change. Never in a million years.
"So, Ivan," Mathews voice pulled him from his thoughts,"I was wondering if you'd like to go somewhere with me tomorrow?"
"Da, Matvey! Where would we be going?" Ivan smiled, excited to see what his partner had planned.
"It's a surprise, silly! You'll see tomorrow!" Then he seemed to remember something, and frowned. "I just hope Alfred doesn't feel the need to be 'Hero' again. Seriously, if he knew you like I did, then he wouldn't be such a pain."
"Da. Although I think he was a bit distracted today."
"Only because Britain had a chat with him. It's only a matter of time before Alfred pushes it to the back of him mind and starts being nosy again." Ivan hummed in response. America had been horrified when he had first found out about their relationship. Unfortunately, instead of getting better, it had gotten worse.
At least he got over his obsession with following them wherever they went. That had pushed Ivan and Mathew both to their limits. The American was good only in small doses.
"Well I can not wait. You always have such wonderful surprises. I will never know how you can be so nice to me."
"Aw, Ivan don't say that! You deserve all the affection I could ever give you. You're a better man than you think." With that, he leaned forward to place a small kiss upon the tip of Ivan's nose.
"Сяасиьа."
"How about we get some rest, eh? The meeting tomorrow night starts at seven and ends around two. And then, us time."
With that, Mathew stood from his spot on the floor and dragged Ivan along with him to the Master Bedroom.