Matthew was dragged all over the store in search of chairs with Ivan. Finally once they found them there was a new found issue….

"So Matvey what type do you want?"

"…. Eh?"

"Chairs Matvey, what type do you want?" Ivan said looking down at the puzzled Canadian.

"Oh… Uh….. I'm not really sure… I mean.. I don't want anything uncomfortable but it does need to be affordable…"

And then of course even more problems seemed to cross their path. After long searching they found the right chairs, something not so spiny and also not so wheely. There was one single problem though.

"There's not enough chairs."

Yup they where one chair short of what was needed.

"That's okay! Matvey can sit on my lap da?" Ivan said, the joke somehow didn't resembling the joke Matthew thought Ivan was trying to do.

"W-What?" Ivan chuckled and gave Matthew a smile that sent shivers up his spine, good or bad, Matthew wasn't very certain…

"Certainly Matvey isn't repulsed by me da?"

"Oh no! I like you very much." Uh oh Matt wrong words (;D)

"Oh?" The taller man stepped closer to the Canadian, a humored look in his eye.

Matthew quickly realized what he said and his face GLOWED red.

"I-I-I mean- I th-thought, I-Ivan I-I" The poor lad was practicly in tears trying to figure out what he actually ment towards the Russian, he didn't mean it like he said did he? No way! Of cour se not….

Ivan raised an eyebrow, he was still very humored from the squirming boy.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean I liked you in THAT way I mean it's not that I don't like you but… I mean I-I-I…"

Ivan finally chuckled seeing as Matthew looked ready to cry.

"Calm down Matvey, I was joking da?" Ivan said bending down, face a few centimeters away from Matthew's own face; smiling, Matthew finally stopped stuttering, surprised at his sudden closeness. Ivan stayed right there for a few moments, enjoying Matthew's reactions. Finally his smile grew and he placed a hand on Matthew's head, also hitting his strand of curly hair. Matthew shuddered, he really hoped Ivan hadn't noticed that. He would have no clue how to figure that one out. Ivan of course being Ivan-like noticed the shudder and mentally smirked, but kept this knew found information to himself.

"Симпатичный, da very." Ivan giggled and stepped away from Moatthew as well as removing his hand from the Canadian's head. Of course first though the Russian had to make this a little more complex, when he removed his hand he made sure to brush his fingertips against the stray piece of hair.

Matthew's eyes went wide as he took a deep intake of breath. He had to adjust the way he was standing due to a sudden, change in his pants.. (Tehe) He wanted to die right there from the sudden thoughts going through his head.

"I'm sure no one will mind if their chair is different from the others da?" Ivan said pretending like nothing else happened.

"Y-Y-Yeah I guess your right…" Matthew muttered trying to call ALL his nerves. He couldn't believe he was feeling this way! Ahhh it was killing him!

After a little while, Matthew got everything under control as him and Ivan got the chairs to Matthew's house, of course.. .Then nothing can go right for poor Matthew as when he opens to door to the room he wants to use for the meeting he realizes one little itsy bitsy problem.

"I see why Matvey wanted to clean his house…"

"Y-y-yeah… I haven't used this room a lot longer then I thought…"

It was the truth, both men noticed several items that dated back to 1813 from when he fought with Alfred. Seeing that made Matthew stiffen slightly…. Then he noticed thing when he had the battle in Germany, a lot of things where coming back to him now.

"Ah Wow… I really haven't used this room… I should move this stuff somewhere else so it doesn't offend anyone or anything…." Matthew muttered grabbing a random cardboard box and began tossing stuff into it, being a little careful really not wanting to hurt anything.

Ivan helped, not before examining everything that was in the room. The Canadian did hold onto a lot of different things… At one point Ivan noticed Matthew staring at his uniform from 1813, a distant look on his face.

"Matvey are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh yeah." Nervous laugh. "I just can't believe I still have this…. Alfred was so mad when the White house got destroyed."

"Da, it was an interesting battle to hear about I must say." Ivan sat down next to Matthew as he slowly folded up the uniform and put it in the box. He continued putting everything else away, his actions a little slower, but he kept a straight face. Ivan made sure to keep an eye on his Matvey, yes his. Finally they got it good and organized and moved to Canada's basement, which actually was more organized then haf the rooms he saw.

"Well that should be good enough now." Matthew said wiping some sweat from his forehead.

Ivan nodded taking a sip of the water Matthew had offered him. Both sat in the living room resting from all the moving.

"Thanks a lot Ivan…"

Ivan smiled at Matthew's shyness, it was just to cute.

"It was nothing Matvey. It was my pleasure." Ivan's smiled grew and the smile was so warm and friendly towards Matthew, with everything Matthew had heard about Ivan he couldn't believe anything anyone said anymore… Matthew couldn't help but smile back in return. Once again that butterfly like feeling returned in Matt's stomach, he really needed to get that checked out… for now though he would just deal with it.

Sorry it's not as long as the others, getting really sleepy… MatthewxIvan 3 I don't know how much I will bw updating this week, I would like to at least get two or three chapters posted. I get busy during the weeks, so you'll just have to wait XD For now I'll leave you with the happyness and the oh so hottness of this chapter ;) Read it again, let it dazzle your world XDD