So this is mostly just scrap/ stuff I can't get out of my brain, but it kind of has to do with the world of 'Hyperdrive' but sort of not.
It's still dealing with Canada's power struggle/being a power-bottom/being in control type of thing, but I'm looking at it through a sort of... control without feeling like you have control.
It fits with the story, but it's also very very different from the rest of the series. It's going to have a third chapter later.
It starts with America and Canada having a chat. Second and third chapter will be about Canada and Russia.
So seriously tell me what you think.
America cracked open a beer, sliding it across the table towards Canada, who nodded and thanked the man quietly. Ever since meeting at 'Hyperdrive', America had been approaching the Canadian outside of their almost weekly rendezvous. Now America found Canada at the world meetings, at his hockey games, and now, had even invited him over for a drink. All without the intentions of shagging each other. Canada found it odd, that America would want to spend all this time with him now. Why not before? Canada hadn't changed. He was still the meek and quiet man he had always been. Then again, America had changed, and seeing Canada at the night club had changed his opinion of the man all together.
"That meeting was so boring Mattie. How can you possibly stay awake for all of it?" America asked after chugging a good measure of his own beer.
"Well it is important Al, it's not just England bothering France every day. Sometimes we talk about world issues. You should really pay attention."
America pushed the air from his mouth making a "Pfft" sound before taking another drink. "Well what I was really paying attention to was the looks France was sending your way." He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down with the suggestion.
Canada sighed, trying to play off the blush that rose to his face. "Francis makes eyes at everyone."
America stopped with the eyebrows but leaned forwards his voice getting a bit quieter as he spoke. "Yes but not like he was today." He placed his drink on the table, pressing on as Canada chugged his own beer. "Has he visited you… you know…?"
Canada continued to chug his beer, willing his lungs to hold on a minute longer, so maybe America would drop it and move on.
"Come on Mattie. I already know. I just wana hear you say it." America relaxed, reclining on his side of the couch taking another sip of beer.
When Canada had finished his beer, and caught his breath he nodded. "Yes. If you must know I have. Quite a few times, actually."
America's face was a mixture of smug conceit, and something else, close to disappointment but not quite. It disappeared in seconds, replaced by determination and curiosity.
"So who else has come to visit Matthew? I already know England and France…" The eyebrows resumed their wiggling, making Canada roll his eyes.
With a sigh, he set the empty beer bottle on the table and cracked open another, taking a long swig before looking at America sternly.
"You can't tell anyone. I swear to god Al if you tell anyone I won't sleep with you for a year."
"A year!" That seemed like a rather steep price for the older blond.
"A year! This is serious business Al. I'm not a gossip."
"Fine Fine. I promise, I promise on my Saturday night privileges."
"Ok. Feliciano…"
"Well that's a surprise."
"Kiku…"
"Clearly repressed sex drive."
"Timo."
America broke out into laughter.
"And Ivan."
The laughter stopped abruptly. "Ivan!" He shouted in disbelief.
Canada nodded calmly, picking up his beer with a smile and nodding.
"Ivan Ivan? Ivan Bragisnsky? Russia Ivan?"
His eyes were so wide Canada swore they could have fallen right out. But the Canadian just continued to drink, nodding slightly as he smiled to himself.
"So… who was first? Who was the first to find you, all… dressed up and… in crazy Matt mode?"
Canada sighed, reclining against the couch, beer still in hand. "If you must know, it was Ivan."
"WHAT?!" In his excitement America stood, arms waving around him pushing some empty bottles off the table and onto the floor dramatically. "So you… with him…?"
Canada set the beer down continuing to smile and nod while America came to terms with this new information.
"So you… he let you… you know. Like you did with me? Like… he subbed for you?"
Canada frowned. "No. Not like that."
"So… you let him do you? In the club? You subbed?"
Canada shook his head. "No, Ivan wasn't the first person I had sex with. He was however the first to find me. We meshed so well on the dance floor, but when I invited him to the back… well, of course he and I clashed. Neither was willing to submit. We danced some more and he went on his way."
"But you said you'd slept with him."
"I did. Not till later. And never in the club… He does come to dance every now and again though."
America sighed, taking a long swig of his own beer. "Ivan huh… I just can't imagine it Mattie."
So... onto how Russia meets Canada!
