Vanilla Twilight Chapter 3
The Canadian let out a small 'Eep' as he felt Ivan's hands hold his waist in a firm grip.
"Ru-Russia... um, uh, im sorry, but, uh... please let go" He said, feeling a blush growing on his face. he wasn't used to this much attention.. and, personally, he wasn't enjoying it.
"Huh, Vhy?" He asked, giggling a bit and rocking to his sides, moving Matthew with him. The blush on the Canadian's face was just so cute... He had to find a way to make it grow. The Russian moved his left hand lower on the Canadian's waist, feeling the Boy's body react in a nervous shiver.
"P-Please Rus-"
"Call me Ivan Da~"
"I-Ivan, please... i, ill break the dishes.." Matthew said, gulping down hard as his Face grew redder. He felt the dish he was cleaning fall from his grip and clatter into the sink. He felt Ivan's grip tighten... And his hand travel down from his waist, getting closer and closer to Saskatchewan.
Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door... Ivan let out a low, annoyed growl as he moved his hands back and exited the Kitchen, leaving the Canadian to wrap his head around what just happened in peace.
Matthew clutched his chest nervously... his heart was pounding loudly... what the hell just happened! it was just like Alfred told him! this guy was a freaking pervert! Everyone at the meetings had gossiped about what he did, how he made several countries become 'one' with him... Matthew of course never believed such rumors, thinking they were all mean... Now he thought differently. If those rumors were true, what if EVERYTHING Alfred told him was true?
The Canadian peered through the doorway, out into the hallway... Russia was at the door, speaking with someone... He couldn't tell who, Ivan's body was too large. He looked back at the door at the opposite end of the hallway... could he escape that way? maybe... Canada creep-ed out into the hallway, being careful not to make too much noise... Ivan seemed to not hear him. Matthew made his way out the back door, back into the Greenhouse... Was there some kind of door to the rest of the backyard? He moved among the sunflowers, trying to find it...
The boy moved on, through the sunflowers... this place was so pretty, it smelled so perfect... This felt like some weird horror movie... Any moment, the scary Gardener would appear and rip out his guts with a plow!
Suddenly, the Canadian sped up, hearing a voice.
"Matvey~ Vhere are you~" It said... it echoed through the room... somewhere, among the yellow and brown, was Ivan... searching for him... This had turned into the scariest game of Hide and Seek Matthew had played since he had visited France's house.
"Matvey~~ Matvey!~~~~" The voice repeated, seeming to get closer and closer every second... It sounded like it was coming from everywhere... was he going mad? Matthew gasped as he felt something big tackle him to the earth.
Every part of him was telling him not to look, but, the reluctant Canadian opened his Violet orbs to stare into the Deeper Violet gaze of Ivan.
"Found you~" Russia said, closing the distance between their lips slowly. Matthew winced at the feeling of Ivan's lips on his... Despite what he thought, expecting chapped, cold lips... Ivan's were warm, and soft... It would have been pleasant if not for the current situation. Matthew weakly pushed on Ivan, trying to move him off of him... without realizing it, the Canadian was.. Bucking up toward him... Sure, Matthew's mind didn't want this... but, his body language said something much different.
Ivan pulled away, feeling the Canadian physically begging for it... of course, Ivan was no one to get right to it... The teasing was one of the funner parts... To leave them wanting more. He smirked at Matthew and got off of him, watching as the Canadian staggered up, his face red, and a small bulge forming in his pants.
Why didnt i scream?
Why didnt i fight him off?
Was it because i wanted to see him smile?
Was it because i wanted to hear those words again?
Matthew exited the house slowly and warily, a red shade still dawning his face. 1 step... 2 steps... 3 steps... he was out the door and broke into a run. What the hell just happened! No matter how hard he tried, he felt the bulge in his pants hardening... just thinking of Ivan... that perfect childish face... the strong grip he had... that sexy gleam he had in his eyes when he- OH GOD! WHAT WAS HE THINKING!
After running for a good 6 minutes strait, Matthew was forced to slow down... thankfully, he stopped a short ways from Alfred's house. He moved closer to the house, knocking on the door weakly. After 5 minutes of waiting, his brother, America, finally came to the door to let him in.
"Hey there Matty! How ya been?" He said, smiling his ten watt smile and letting his panting brother in... Unfortunately, America was kind of Oblivious to his brother's physical condition and, to Matthew's dismay, said nothing to acknowledge how out of breath he was.
"So, anyways, i was just heading to Iggy's and then, i heard you knock, so, i decided to just eat 3 hamburgers instead of 6, didn't want to keep you waiting too long eh lil' bro?" Alfred said, continuing to smile that ten watt smile he was so infamous for.
Matthew just made a half smile at his brother, almost immediately forgiving his inability to read the atmosphere. Alfred exited his house, closing the door and locking it behind him. "Sorry bro, i know you wanna hang out, but, i Have to head to Iggy's, you know, Hero stuff..." he said, walking past Canada and out into the street, continuing to be oblivious of the Canadian's condition.
Matthew felt his heart rate and breathing returning from normal, due to him spending these moments not running for his life. He sighed, wishing he had his brother to talk to... well... obviously England was more important than him at the moment... that hurt... it really hurt... Why couldn't Alfred just take the time to listen and comfort HIM. Why couldn't anyone take the time to comfort him... well... there was someone else... but, it may not be in his Vital Region's best interest to talk to him... in the same room... alone... and yet, his legs began carry-ing him closer and closer to Francis Bonnefoy's home.
Authors thoughts- On DevArt, this was actually 2 chapters, the first good sized, the other, not so much XD its cause when i started on the next chapter, and it got to France's house, i chickened out. I cannot rp, or write France, so i needed to go and read Fanfiction, and pay more attention to his actions and how he is. THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED... slightly XD few grammar errors is all.
I do not own Hetalia, Russia, Canada, Owl City, Vanilla Twilight, or ANYTHING in this story.