A/N Hehe, I'm learning russian right now, so OVERKILL TIMES! (Inspired to write about Russia/Ivan!!!)

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This was unexpected. Very unexpected.

Becuse when you want something, it can't be perfect.

Matthew had wanted the atention, yes, but not this much! Just a nice, polite nod, or a friendly 'Hello there, Matthew."

But this was just overkill.

Matthew had always expected that if and when he would get his fair share of attention, it would be in the form of a friendly smaller nation. One who saw that he was also ignored. Proably a weaker nation, possibly under control or outsourcing from a larger one like his brother Alfred. Or maybe even Alfred himself, who did have a tendency to dote on him.

But just not this.


Seeing his chance to escape as the meeting of the Nations ended, Matthew sprang out of his seat and busily gathered his papers and notes.

"Mat-vew is going to leave now, da?"

The now all-too-familiar voice seemed to tug at him, willing him to sit and stay a little longer and chitchat with his multi-personalitied neighbor for a couple of hours, maybe forever.

"Yes, er, you?" He would have simply had said 'yes', but Ivan's hand was on his thigh, pinning him down. HIs hand was on his thigh; a little too close to a certain spot for Matthew's comfort.

"HeT*. I wasn't planning on it. But I was hoping that Mat-Vew would stay a little longer" The russian man smiled cordially.

Matthew blanched. He had spent the last five hours atttempting to ward off the larger man's advances. He hadn't suspectd much when he came into the meeting to see Ivan sitting in Denmark's chair. He had merely assumed that the large country had been confused.

But then he saw a very unusual sight; A cowering Denmark in the corner looking lost.

After that, Matthew found himself shoving Ivan's arms off from around his shoulder, off his hand, and off THAT place. Even more disturbing was when he realized that the foot that he had been knocking off of his for the last hour had been Ivan. Playing footsie.

He had never realized how nice life was not knowing that Ivan enjoyed the game of footsie.

And then, during break, Ivan had cornered him in the bathroom and a long, awkward conversation occurred, with mainly Ivan talking. About Matthew's hair, about Matthew's glasses, about Matthew's hoodie, about Matthew, Matthew Mat-vew.

The guy couldn't even say his name.

And now, here he was, out of the view of the Nations who were all happily (or not so happily) conversing across the room. Matthew was yearning to be with them.

"Mat-vew?" Ivan now looked worried. His voice still seemed so genuine, so caring, so se-

Matthew started to stutter, the russian was now rubbing his hand up and down his thigh. Ivan smiled at the Canadian's blush.

He moved closer and Canada, and feeling incredulous, Matthew found that he rather enjoyed the feeling of breath on his cheeks.

In one, swift motion, Matthew found himself pulled into Ivan's lap.

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh-

"AND WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO MY BROTHER?"

Alfred to the rescue.

It was about an hour later when Arthur and Ludwig and Francis were able to shut Alfred up. Obviously he was not very happy about his once enemy "sexually violating" his dearest, darlingest brother. He raved madly throughout the entire car ride home. The kindest of the words that he called Ivan was stupid-head. The worst? Unspeakable.

It was a moment of elation when Mathew received a text; SEE YOU LATER DA?

*HeT- No, sorry, I don't own a Russian keyboard!