So.

Chapter 4 comes with a rant. Hope you're ready.

So, the violet contacts that I recently ordered from thedollyeye arrived today. (I be Canada!) Problem? I would think not, but... Parents. The scourge of all things exciting and origional. Well, maybe not everything... but sometimes I think mine are out to get me.

So, long story short, my mom is averse to them because she is worried about my eyes, and my dad is against 'drastic change' in my appearance. Thedollyeye is certified! Contacts are even more temporary than kid's tattoos! Geez, people!

Now, while my mom says she will talk to my father about it, i found an email that says the opposite. That she will pretend to consider it, reimburse me, and throw them out. Way to be open minded, mom. Really great.

And now I turn to you, dear reader. WHAT SHOULD I DO! I cannot tell my parents about cosplay yet. They don't like anime, and I KNOW they sure as hell don't like yaoi. Parents, I am disappoint.

Anywho, yeah. 504 words today! Yay! Sadly, I don't think chap. 5 is as long. Yet it is extremely important... Mehehe. Spoilers!

Review! Review! I will be convinced that nobody likes my writing if y'all don't give me feedback! And if you DON'T like my writing, tell me why! I'm attempting to better myself, you know.

Love as always,

kumajiroismybuddy

PS I still don't own hetalia. You really are that persistent in flattering me... Yet no, I have no such honor.

Chapter 4~

(Ivan's POV again!)

Four days, and Ivan was hooked. This strange Canadian had somehow wormed his way into not only Ivan's every waking thought, but his subconscious as well. Matvey took up all Ivan's time, whether it was cooking (pancakes) or reading, or talking, or sleeping, or…

Of course, not much reading or sleeping was actually done. Time spent supposedly reading was actually full of Ivan burning a permanent image of Matvey on his retinas. Ivan spent hours drinking in the sight of Matvey, gorgeous Matvey. Yes, Ivan had given in~ Matvey was gorgeous and Ivan was a fool. Matvey's eyelashes were so long that they displaced his glasses every time he blinked, and the way that he blushed every time he caught Ivan staring… Ivan had legitimate reason to believe that he was falling for this reserved, ethereal soul. And there was nothing wrong with that.

Ivan and Matvey were sitting together in Ivan's comfortable living room for the seventh night in a row. They were talking jovially while Kumajiro and Katja frolicked on the hearth.

"Matvey?"

"Yeah?"

"How come I did not know you before?"

Matvey gave a pained look at this. "Oh…" he paused uncertainly. "Nobody normally notices me. I attend every World Series and G20, but I am never paid attention to. Alfred usually steals the show. I do love him dearly, but he really does need to work on his people skills."

"Da." Ivan nodded with enthusiasm. "He is чем-то идиот."

"If you're going to insult my brother," the flush rose in Matvey's cheeks. "then I think I'll be leaving now."

"Nyet, Matvey. I'm sorry." Ivan truly felt sorry for his outburst~ the Cold War really had engrained certain views in the old nation.

Matvey is especially breathtaking when he's angry, thought Ivan. It brings out a bit of him I've never seen… I quite like it.

"It's okay… I am very loyal to my brother. We did grow up together. I daresay he would defend me equally." Matvey's reply snapped Ivan from his reverie.

"Is good that you get to see him in three days, nyet? And then you can go home. You could always stay, if you want…" Ivan, you are a fool. Who would ever want to put up with you? Belarus certainly didn't, after you… Ivan cut his thoughts off before painful memories could surface.

"Maybe." Matvey blushed positively crimson, much like his flag.

Ivan was shocked. This certainly was not the answer he had been expecting. His expression mirrored his surprise.

"It's just… This is the longest anyone has remembered me. It's nice."

"Oh… Da. You are welcome at any time. I enjoy your company."

Ivan, youслабоумный! Why not just come right out and tell him you want him?

He did no such thing. Ivan simply bade Matvey goodnight, grabbed the frolicking Katja, and slunk off to his vodka stash. Perhaps drink is my best friend now.

Katja yawned and curled into his chest.

This will be a long night.

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"No, Kumajiro. Attack!"

"Who?"

*sigggghhhh...* "Canada."

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