Yay another fic for my OTP ^.^ this is only going to be 2 chaptas so bluh.
WARNING!: CANADA CUTS IN THIS FIC AND THERE IS PURE LEMON IN THE SECOND CHAPTAR!
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Matthew sat in the kitchen, sitting against the cabinets, and gazed down at the row of cuts and scars going down his arm as he rolled his sleeve up. Some where old and some where new, but he was about to make fresh ones. He grasped a hold on the blade sitting next to him and brought up a shaky hand to his wrist.
He swallowed dryly as he began to create fresh cuts down his arm. Tears started silently escaping his eyes as he remembered the names and ignorance that everyone brought him. "Fag… Idiot… Waste of space…" He silently murmured what each cut meant; whether it was being ignored, or being called "Fag" again, or just being stupid and ugly, he thought all of it was true. His feeling poured into the graffiti he was creating on himself with red.
He finally stopped - not thinking of another reason to leave another cut - and watched as blood poured down and dripped onto the hard wood floor.
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A smile brightened up Matthews face as he hard a knock on the door. Ivan was here!
Ivan Braginski was one Matthew's only friends, and secret crush. Witch was another reason to add scars: he could never be with Ivan. Not even in his dreams. He helped with a lot of his problems, like his self esteem and the guys who pick on poor Matthew; but, of course, they don't stay away long.
Matthew opened the door to his apartment. Yes, he had a apartment, his mother and father promoted leaving the nest early, they said it prepared you for life when you are alone and working a job. But Matthew was in high school right now, so that didn't matter currently. He worked a part time job and his parents paid for half of the apartments rent. They where pretty wealthy, so he had a decent one-room apartment.
"Ivan! I'm so glad you could come to visit." The Canadian greeted his Russian friend at the door.
Ivan said hello as well and both males stepped into the living room. "You go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I'm going to make us some coffee.
Before long, both where settled in and laughing.
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Ivan loved to hear Matthew's laugh. It was like angels sing. He also like his sweet smile, witch was all the more reason to like Matthew. He was simply to shy to ask him out.
It had been a hour or two since Ivan came over, and they where joking around and talking. It was nice.
"Mmmm, Ivan, I'm not trying to drive you away, but shouldn't you be getting home?" Matthew asked kindly.
"Nyet, Matvey." Russia giggled, he could never say 'Matthew' right. "I am alright."
"Well, I suggest it. I have work tomorrow and I need to sleep Ivan" Matthew reached up and brushed a few strands of hair behind his ear. That's when something caught the larger male's eye. What was that?
"Matvey, what is that on your wrist?" Ivan questioned, eyeing the wrist.
"E-eh? Oh! Y-you see… a stray cat attacked me when I was t-trying to get it out from under my c-car…" Matthew said, hiding his wrists inbetween his legs. Ivan didn't seem to buy it.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Let me see it, da? You never know if that cat had a disease, and without proper treatment it could get infected."
"N-no… it's fine Ivan, really."
Now Ivan was sure something was up. "Matvey. Are you hiding something?"
"N-No! Ahh- hey!"
Ivan grabbed onto his friends wrist and yanked it upward, seeing a few scratched from inside Matthew's sweatshirt. Ivan pulled it down and stared at the art before him. Matvey did this?
The Canadian looked away, ashamed of his newly exposed secret. "Matvey… why?"