Chapter Four

Matthew blinked slowly awake. He didn't immediately recognize where he was, but then he remembered. He sighed sitting up and looking around. He yawned hearing footsteps coming his way.

"Here you go, Cutie." Flicker said setting his skates, his figure skates from home, on the coffee table. He handed him his glasses with a smile.

"Thank you." Canada said politely. The CEO smiled leaning in trying to give him a kiss. The Canadian scowled and moved away from him. Flicker just smiled and shrugged it off.

"Anyways, I'm off to work." The golden eyed man said. He turned and walked away. "I'll be back around five thirty."

Matthew relaxed as soon as he was out of sight. He listened hearing a door close before putting his glasses on. The Canadian tapped lightly on their side, but nothing popped up. There was no heads up display or any lights to indicate they were working. He listened intently trying to hear any kind of static or noise that told him someone could hear him, but there was nothing. The blond sighed realizing he was most likely on his own, but decided to keep them on just encase.

Canada stood up and started to look around. He walked down the hall he saw Flicker and the guards go down. It was empty, a dead end. There was no door or anything. He couldn't see or feel a seam where a false wall could be. His glasses weren't working so he couldn't scan for it. He sighed and went room to room looking for any panels or vents that he could climb through. There were no panels, the ceilings were smooth. The vents were no bigger than a pop can. There was no way he could fit through them. He found a few locked doors, but didn't bother picking them. He didn't know if Flicker was watching him and could activate the collar.

The blond bit his lip entering the last room he had left to check. He looked along the walls and scanned the ceiling. The room seemed fairly empty and unfinished. The walls and ceiling were unpainted concrete. There were building materials on the floor with tools beside them. There was a sofa pushed up against the wall with a half covered dusty mirror leaning by it.

Matthew sighed leaning against the wall. He didn't have any plan to escape. He was trapped underground with no vents or windows to climb through. All the walls were solid concrete so it wouldn't be easy to dig through. He knew there would probably be rebar in the walls anyways. He didn't really want to try anything either, he didn't know if Flicker was watching him. He didn't see any obvious cameras, but that didn't mean there wasn't any. Even if he managed to get out he was worried the collar could have proximity settings and turn on. It was a pain he didn't think he could fight through.

The Canadian thought the best way to escape would be to get Flicker to trust him. He knew he would have to give in slowly to not raise any red flags. He would gradually have to allow the ginger's advances. He may have to give up things he never wanted to gain his trust. It would take a while, months maybe a year or more. He hoped the CEO would take the collar off and take him outside. He knew it was a stretch, but he didn't seem to have any other options at this point.

Canada didn't know if the Kingsman could see him. He wasn't counting them as an option anymore. He hoped they noticed he was missing or someone noticed he was gone. Doubts started to creep into his mind; he knew he was pretty unnoticeable. The Kingsman hadn't forgotten him before despite his code name. He hoped now wouldn't be the first time. Gilbert, he hadn't even thought about him until now, wouldn't forget him, he couldn't. He hoped they would be able to find him.

Matthew suddenly felt guilty. His plan was to allow another man's advances while he was already dating Prussia. He didn't want to, but he didn't think he would be able to get out any other way. He felt like it was cheating and was trying to convince himself otherwise. If there was another option he'd take it right away. He didn't want the ginger to look at him let alone kiss or touch him.

The blond shook the thoughts from his head and walked back toward the living room. He picked up his skates and started towards the rink. He didn't really have anything to do other than skate. He sat on the bench and checked over his skates. His friend had made them for him a few years ago. They always took forever to put on and even longer to take off since they were so snug.

Canada hummed taking the guards off and standing up. It had been a while since he'd been on skates, hockey or figure. He didn't have much time between all the meetings, Kingsman and Gilbert. He sighed stepping onto the ice. He skated lazily around the edge of the ice just getting used to being on skates again. He almost caught his toe pick more than once, but didn't fall. He picked up his speed feeling the wind in his hair and the cold on his face.

Matthew closed his eyes as he moved. He always knew exactly where he was on the ice. He completely forgot where he was and the situation he was in. He felt relaxed in the cold, he missed this. He hummed happily turning to skate backwards. He was starting to feel comfortable on his skates again. The blond opened his eyes remembering where he was. He frowned sadly feeling home sick. He looked at the time and groaned.

It was getting close to five. He skated back over to the boards and stepped off the ice. He sat on the bench and pulled his skates off. He wiped the blade to get rid of any snow or water. He set them to the side and stood up. It felt weird to be walking normally after skating for hours. His feet were sore, but the Canadian didn't mind.

Canada found his way back to the kitchen and looked through the fridge. Flicker wanted him to make supper. He didn't want to take the chance of not doing it and anger the man. Besides the best way to a man's heart was through his stomach. He hoped doing the small things the ginger asked would get him to start trusting him.

The fridge was stocked with everything you would think of. The Canadian took a while and eventually decided to make a simple chicken francaise. It was something he hadn't made in a long time, but loved. He grabbed all the ingredients and started to prepare the chicken. He was surprised to find that Flicker just left the wine drawer completely opened. He assumed it would have been locked. He shrugged and kept cooking.

"Ohhh, something smells good." Flicker hummed walking up to him. Matthew hadn't heard him come in. He walked around to his side. He tried to put his hands on the blond's waist, but he growled and the CEO backed off. He went around to the other side of the counter and sat on the island. He had grabbed a wine glass and borrowed the bottle Canada was cooking with. He set it back with a smile. "What'd you do today?"

"Skate." The Canadian replied grabbing two plates and plating the food. He set a plate in front of Flicker. The man smiled and gestured to the chair next to him. Matthew shook his head. "I'm okay here, thank you."

"Want some wine?" The golden eyed man asked setting a glass in front of him. Canada shrugged and Flicker poured him a glass. He smiled setting the bottle down and took a sip of his own glass.