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Chapter Three

Avatar?

Matthew laughed amused at himself, 'Am I really that torn over what to wear?' He mused to himself, looking into his expansive closet.

He had gotten home at a reasonable time, watching a hockey marathon in an attempt to temporarily forget what he had gotten himself into. After yelling himself hoarse and drowning his sorrows in maple syrup straight out of the bottle, he had collapsed on his bed in a sugar induced coma.

Waking up the next morning, he had had an early meeting with his boss, and then went to go visit his favorite local diner.

After eating Ernie's unbelievably fantastic toutins and tear inducing nanaimo bars with a cup of Tim Horton's (Ha! Take that Alfred, we've expanded to your beloved NYC!) he cackled. The regulars, used to his antics, continued drinking their life giving brew, the newbies gave him a wide stretch.

After leaving more than enough money to cover his bill (Ernie had learned to accept with a tired, yet fond glare) he went back home and proceeded to get ready.

He had taken a long, steamy shower; vigorously washing his hair with mint shampoo. After using all his hot water, he emerged from the bathroom clad in his red towel, water dripping from his hair.

Which was how he now found himself standing blankly in front of his multitude of clothes. "Whatever, I'm going to a movie, not a ball!" He said aloud, as if to enforce his words.

Grabbing a pair of black jeans, he slipped them on to his legs, disregarding a belt to allow them to hang somewhat lowly off his hips. He put on a pair of black Converse Star Players, and a button up long sleeved white shirt, with a lightning bolt along the side.

He carelessly dried his hair with his towel, and ran his fingers through it. A slight spray of Axe's Vice and he considered himself ready to go.

He grabbed his wallet from the top of his bureau along with his Droid and was descending the steps from the second floor to his living room, when he heard his door bell ring.

'Right on time.' He chuckled, glancing at the grandfather clock near the foot of the stairs.

Steeling himself, he took a deep breath and opened the door. Ivan stood beaming, hands holding out a lovely bouquet of yellow tulips. He was dressed in a pair of black casual slacks, a form fitting dark blue turtleneck and his ever present white scarf.

Matthew laughed delightedly, "They're beautiful, Ivan! And they're my favorite too!"

Ivan grinned smugly, "I know."

Matthew attempted to stop the shiver that went down his spine at the Russian's proclamation. 'How long has he been watching me to know that?!.... Creeper!' He cried with anguish.

"Anyways… please come in! Take a seat, I'll put these in water and we can go." Matthew advised, directing his guest to the couch.

As he turned to leave, Ivan's voice stopped him, "Matvey, you look ravishing." He smiled.

A fierce blush overtook the blond's visage, "Thank you." A pause, "You look very handsome as well, Ivan." And with that he strode towards the kitchen, unwilling to face the charming yet intimidating man any longer.

Ivan grinned elatedly.

"Look, I know for a fact Matt has been fanboying over Avatar for the past year! That has to be what he and that Commie are going to go see!" America shouted.

Arthur made a considering hum, before nodding his head. "Alright, we'll follow them to make sure nothing happens to the poor lad."

"Both of you are much too uptight!" Francis protested, "They look lovely together." Tears came to his eyes, "My bebe is growing up!"

Rather than America or England objecting to his words, Prussia was the dissenting voice this time. "Eh?! No way! Mattie is like one of the only people I can stand for long periods of time; I'm not letting him be thrown to the wolves!"

"What are you even doing here, Gilbert?" Arthur asked exasperatedly.

"'Cause Matt is like on of the awesomest people (besides myself) that I know! I wanna make sure he's okay with that bastard." A grimace, "You forget that jerk owned me for a while… it wasn't fun." He smiled, "Besides, Canada has a place named after me, how can I not wanna defend Matt?!"

"Good, another ally against the Red Scare!" Alfred crowed. "Let's go than!"

"This is going to end sooo badly." France sighed, looking at the trio of overprotective men.

Ivan held open the doors of the theater for Matt.

"Ivan," Matthew protested, "You really don't need to. I'm not some damsel who needs chivalry."

"Trust me, Matvey, I know that. But I want to, so I shall." Russia stated.

"Alright, of you're sure."

And when Ivan took his hand in his as they waited in line to buy their tickets, Matthew didn't even protest; just returned the hold by cradling his fingers around the large hand around his own.

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