America sat in his hotel, being that he was currently in his brothers country for the meetings, wondering what he was going to do about that Ruskie and his brother. This had gone on too long. Mattie had had his fun and now it was time for Alfred F. Jones to swoop in and fly him away from that commie bastard!
Only thing was, he really didn't have much of a plan.
But he had gone through his own fling with the Russian. But that was before the Cold War. And ever since, he couldn't stand the man. It wasn't like he... Erm... Liked it...
Anyway, the current situation with Mathew was unacceptable! That commie was gonna end up hurting his little bro eventually, and dammit, Alfred wasn't going to let it happen!
The problem was, when Ivan and Mattie were together, they were inseparable. Being that they lived so far from each other, they often went great periods of time without seeing one another. It sickened Alfred to think of what they could possibly be doing when they were together, making his irritation grow.
"What had Mattie been thinking?!" Alfred exclaimed, suddenly jumping up and spilling his Coke on the floor of his hotel room. "Great.."
Ivan followed Mathew up the front path to the cabin and opened the door for the quiet man. Not even three steps into the door and he was tackled into the couch, a giggling Canadian already snuggling into his 'favorite pillow'.
"Désolé. I had to do it!" Russia just smiled, wrapping his arms around Canada's waist and holding him closer. He was used to the antics whenever they were together.
"Da. But now you are mine." At that, Mathew began to squirm in Ivan's grasp, eliciting a laugh from the amused Russian, who just tightened his embrace around Mathew.
"Non! Lemme go!"
"Nyet. I do not believe that is possible, little one. You'll have to fight to escape!" Russia laughed as Mathew began to struggle harder against his grip, and actually found himself fighting for control.
"Ivan! C'mon!" Canada whined, attempting to swat at Ivan's arm, only getting a chuckle. Oh how Russia loved to tease his Canadian lover. "Ngh. Let go!"
With a sigh, Ivan let go, and sat up to capture Mathews lips in a gentle kiss. It was the kind of kiss that they shared often, when they would lay outside and star gaze. It was a kiss of innocence and love, at it's purest form.
"Da, my Matvey. Now, I'm going to cook tonight. What would you like?" Ivan watched as Mathew as he got his 'thinking face' even sticking out his tongue a bit.
"What was that soup stuff you made once..? I think it started with a b?" Russia smiled.
"Borscht? Da, I can make that."
"I might have to run to the store and get ingredients... Lemme check the kitchen." Mathew climbed off Ivan's lap much to his disappointment, and the Russian followed him, already going over the necessary steps needed to prepare the meal.
"Nyet, Matvey. I believe you have everything needed. It's not as complicated as Solianka, Da?" He laughed remembering when Mathew had tried that recipe. The blond had actually given up, sitting on the counter with a huff and leaving Russia to finish with a smirk on his face.
"You sure? I already have to go shopping for kumichijic. Seal and stuff." Russia nodded, gently shooing the blond out of the kitchen and getting to work.
Mathew sat in the master bedroom, folding some of the laundry he had done earlier, and thinking about everything he had the energy to think about. Which wasn't very much at the moment.
He sighed, pausing to rub his temples trying to fight off the impending headache. He hated getting sick when Russia was over, because he hated being fretted over. It was inevitable though. When Ivan noticed any change in behavior, it was instant bed rest and worried glances. Mathew didn't want that tonight. He had something else in mind...
Not much had been going on for the past hour or so. And the sounds from the kitchen were beginning to cease, luring Mathew to the door, leaving the clothes half finished on the bed.
Although Mathew loved working in the kitchen, it just wasn't possible for him to turn Russia down when he offered to cook. Russian cuisines had become some of his favorite things to enjoy and he'd been studying the ways of preparing them for quite a while.
"Matvey! Dinner is ready!" Canada smiled at the familiar accent and finally began to walk through the long hall to the kitchen. Ivan was moving through the space with grace, sporting an apron that Canada kept handy for big projects. He couldn't help but giggle at the sight, Ivan turning around and giving him a knowing smile. It was funny seeing such a big man doing such things and wearing an apron to go along with it.
"You look cute." Canada said softly.
"Nyet. It looks better on you." Ivan murmured, sliding an arm around the Canadians waist, and sending shivers through his body. But not in fear.
"It adds to the soft side of you though. Your already adorable in your own right, so when you put that on it completes it!" Mathew felt pride in the way that made Ivan smile, as he loved seeing it happen. Ivan leaned down, covering Mathews face and neck in soft kisses, his hands moving under the red hoodie and massaging the skin just above the waist line of Canada's jeans.
"You truly are too kind to me, my Matvey." The vibrations of Ivan's voice against his neck set Mathew off, and he roughly tugged on Russia's scarf, practically dragging him to the bedroom, and leaving their dinner and a dazed polar bear behind.
Okay! Chapter three is done! Phew. I apologize for the wait, and for not using the actual Russian Cyrillic this time. My keyboard for it has decided to throw a tantrum.
I also want to shout out to Curse Soul! Thanks for the support!
Okay, the next chapter should be up soon, and feel free to include suggestions in the comments!
Translations:
Désolé (French) Sorry
Nyet (Russian) No
Da (Russian) Yes
One last shout out to all those who have followed my story and have supported me. I don't know how long this will be yet, but I hope you stick around for the ride.
Also, if your a RusCan fan and haven't read this fic yet, you have to read Giving In by: Artificial Starlight. It's absolutely amazing and made me fall in love with this pairing!
Until next time,
MapleSunflower
