Remember when I promised you a longer chapter?
I lied. Sorry. Turns out my chapter length grows exponentially throughout the story... I guess this is what happens when you only have a vague idea what to write next!
Anywho, I remember blushing in biology when I wrote this one... Hehehe... Yeah.
Feel free to PM me, people. I have a very boring existence!
Love as always,
kumajiroismybuddy
I still don't own Hetalia. As if I could have bought it in the two hours since chapter 2...
Chapter 3~
(From Matthew's POV)
Matthew had been at Russia's place for two days now. Being a country, he had already healed from the pneumonia and severe head cold, but he still felt erratic chills. Which were immediately replaced with heat whenever Russ~Ivan was around. At those times, heat consumed him; a burning fire that threatened to consume his entire being. Sometimes a bit too much. Matthew had taken to wearing looser pants.
Ivan, of course, did not return "Matvey's" feelings. He cared more for his sunflowers than he ever would (or could, thought Matthew) for Matthew. Maybe, like everyone else, Ivan just didn't notice Matthew. That was probably it. Matthew wondered how exactly he seemed to be invisible, yet be mistaken for Alfred when he most wanted to be unseen. They looked NOTHING alike! Matthew was a freak accident as a result of a one~nighter France and England were still trying very hard to forget. Alfred was an orgy. He was so loud, gregarious, and boisterous… Matthew was nothing like that.
Ah, well. It's not as if Ivan likes Alfred. Besides, he doesn't even like me.
It picks up! I swear!
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