It seemed to take an eternity for the plane to land and for the car to bring Matthew to Ivan's house. He was shocked at how…extravagant everything was. Ivan's house was huge, and the insides were decorated with beautiful items such as master paintings, a crystal chandelier, and even beautiful statues around the house. Matthew was in awe as he explored, somewhat struggling to stay upright at times.

"Mattvey…You should rest, you're still injured, and you might exert yourself…" Ivan followed behind him cautiously, prepared to catch Matthew if needed. Matthew shook his head, fascinated by Ivan's house. The Russian watched the small Canadian, quite amused, but took his hand. "Please Mattvey, I insist…" Ivan didn't let Matthew reply before he was dragging the young man to a large room where a king sized bed awaited him. "Da, I believe you will like my room, it's the most comfortable…"

Matthew's eyebrows furrowed. 'My room'…? Is that what Matthew heard? He snatched his hand back from Ivan's, unsure of how he felt. Ivan gave him a surprised look, which then shifted to confusion and awkwardness.

"Ah, I-I didn't mean Mattvey would be sleeping with me…I-I simply meant that, while you are staying with me, you may have my room, da?" Matthew relaxed a little and nodded.

"Th-Thank you Ivan, but y-you don't r-really have to do this. I-I can just stay in a guest room…" He was grateful for what Ivan was doing, but literally giving up his bed to a stranger, it was just too much, but it seemed Ivan wouldn't have it. He shook his head and took Matthew's hand again, squeezing it gently as he led the blond to the bed. Ivan gently nudged Matthew down onto the bed and tucked him in, smiling softly.

"You are comfy, Da? If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask. I will be in the next room over if you need me." He started to walk away, but Matthew's quiet squeak of a voice made him stop.

"A-Ah, U-Uh…I-Ivan, i-if you wouldn't m-mind…" Ivan turned to face Matthew, who was bright red, as red as one of Spain's tomatoes. "P-Please…If you wouldn't mind, w-would you stay with me…?" He flushed even more, and even Ivan blushed. Matthew gulped, and fidgeted, his eyes glancing everywhere at once, anywhere but at Ivan. Their awkward silence seemed to last a life-time, but finally, Matthew got the courage and looked up at Ivan. He was smiling gently at the young Canadian and chuckled, making his way back to the bed. He removed his shoes and shrugged his jacket off, keeping his pink scarf on as he crawled under the sheets with Matthew, who was still blushing profusely.

"Relax, Moi Mattvey, no one will hurt you here, not while I'm around." He brushed Matthew's bangs from his face, speaking gently to him. "I will always protect you…" He brought his lips to Matthew's temple, his breath warm against the blonde's skin. He let his eyes flutter shut, and within a few minutes, he was drifting off into his unconscious.

Matthew couldn't tell what was worse, having nightmares, or not dreaming at all. For the first time in a year, Matthew did not dream, did not cry, did not scream, and just simply…swam. He could feel time fly by in the real world at a breakneck pace, and what seemed like only minutes to him was hours out there. His eyes fluttered open, and he stretched to the best of his ability. He let out a tiny moan, his toes curling in delight. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't in his bedroom, and a few more moments to realize he wasn't alone in the bed. His tired eyes drifted to his right and he tensed. Oh my god...

Ivan was resting his cheek on Matthew's shoulder, and his arms were wrapped around Matthew's waist tightly. Matthew blushed bright and gulped as he watched Ivan sleep. Something about watching Ivan in this state made his heart flutter and made him smile. Ivan's face was paler than most people, but to his defense, he spent all of his time in a place with almost no sun. As he slept, he looked like a young child and very at ease, perhaps even happy as he lay in Matthew's arms. Matthew bit his lip and blushed. Why is he suddenly so adorable? The way his lips are parted like that, it's almost as if…as if… Before he even realized what he was doing, Matthew had gently pressed his lips to Ivan's half-parted ones, kissing him gently and tenderly. The Russian man stirred, and once he realized what was going on, his eyes went wide and he pushed Matthew away out of instinct.

Matthew yelped and turned bright red, covering his mouth. His eyes were wide in horror and embarrassment, and he felt like he could just about die. "I-I-Ivan, I-I didn't m-mean…" He trailed off, gulping and starting to crawl to the end of the bed. Ivan grabbed his hand and yanked it back slightly, stopping Matthew in his tracks. The smaller man let out a squeak; his hand trapped behind him, and glanced back. "I-Ivan..? Wha-…What are you doing?" His voice shook a bit as Ivan edged closer, his other arm wrapping around the Canadian's waist.

"Don't worry, Moi Mattvey…" Ivan kissed Matthew's back, his arm tightening around his friend's waist. "I'll take good care of you…" Matthew let out a small gasp in realization, and tried to get free, utterly failing at Ivan's strength. Ivan's lips kissed up his spine and stopped at the other's neck. Matthew let out a small shiver as Ivan's warm breath hit his neck, followed by a yelp as Ivan bit harshly into the side of said neck. He couldn't stop the moan that formed in the back of his throat when Ivan started to suck, thoroughly marking Matthew, nor could he stop himself from moaning when Ivan's hand dipped below his waist.

"I-Ivan, w-wai- -Aaahn!" Ivan's hand found its way into Matthew's boxers, and began to rub his member, all the while cooing reassurances into his ear. Matthew was tense and terrified, but he couldn't stop himself from getting hard at the Russian's touch, and eventually bucked his hips into the other's hand. Ivan took that as a yes and released Matthew's wrist and removed his hand from his boxers, letting him fall forward on the bed, and flipped him over. Matthew gulped as he stared up into Ivan's lust-filled eyes.

"Mattvey…I do not want to do this against your will, so you need to tell me…Do you want to continue…?" This was rare, Ivan asking permission. Usually, he would just take his prey, regardless if they wanted it-though most did-or not. But there was just something about the blonde beneath him, something that made his heart swell and make the heartstrings twang. He didn't want to hurt him, no, that was the last thing Ivan wanted. Everything about the young boy before him made his heart beat faster; the way his blonde locks fell at his neck, the way his violet eyes, much like his own, shone in the sunlight, the wa- -

"P-Please…Please continue…" Ivan's concentration was broken as he stared in disbelief. Matthew had given him permission…? Is that what he had heard? "Please Ivan…" Ivan stared into Matthew's eyes, which were practically begging for it, and he smiled, bringing their lips together in a soft embrace. He wasted no time in ripping Matthew's pants and boxers right off, followed by the Canadian's bloodied shirt. Matthew let out a little gasp, turning bright red as Ivan marveled at him. The younger man squirmed and fidgeted, though there was no hiding how hard he already was, and it was the same for Ivan. Something about Matthew just drove the Russian crazy, and it was quite obvious.

"Mattvey, my god…" Ivan's eyes graced over the pale beauty before him, his mouth dry. Matthew looked away, a little ashamed, and VERY embarrassed. The feeling of a cold finger at his entrance brought him back to reality, and made him tense up even more, making it impossible for Ivan to even push the tip of his finger in. He sighed and pulled back, stroking Matthew's hair. "Mattvey, if you want this, you must calm down, da; if you don't calm down, then we cannot do anything, understand?" Ivan tried to smile reassuringly, and Matthew relaxed a bit.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry…" Ivan was hesitant to continue now as he stared at the boy before him. He was trembling violently, and even though he had relaxed, it still wasn't enough. Ivan pulled away from him, concern in his eyes.

"Mattvey…? Mattvey, is there something wrong, are you sure you're alright?" Matthew shook his head.

"I-I'm sorry…I-I'm fine though, r-really, I-I just…um…" Matthew squirmed again, biting his lip and turning away. It was then that it dawned on Ivan.

"Mattvey…A-Are you…Are you a virgin?" Matthew's entire face, ear to ear, went bright red, and Ivan sighed. No wonder Matthew was so tense; this was only his first time. "Mattvey, trust me, alright? I will not hurt you; I'll take good care of you, so just relax…" Ivan stroked Matthew's cheek gently, giving a reassuring smile.

"…P-Please be gentle with m-me…" Ivan promised he would and brought his finger back to Matthew's entrance, finally able to get it in. Mother of God, Ivan thought to himself, He's so fucking tight! He watched Matthew's reaction, terrified he might hurt the poor boy, but when he seemed alright again, Ivan began to prepare him.

"A-Aaah…." Matthew's back arched in a fit of desperation, trying to feel the-now three-fingers within him, preparing him and teasing him. Ivan finally pulled his fingers out, making Matthew whimper at the loss, and lined himself up.

"Ready…?" Ivan watched Matthew intently, his hands at the other's hips. Matthew nodded and clutched the sheets, trying to stay relaxed. Ivan pushed in, only partly, and gasped. He was without a doubt a virgin, and if he did not feel so amazing, Ivan was certain the two of them would be in a bit of pain. "Are you alright, Moi Mattvey?" Ivan was worried about the young boy below him, but couldn't hide the pleasure on his face. Matthew nodded, and didn't seem to be in any pain, so he pushed a little further, eyes flashing up to Matthew, who looked like he was in heaven.

"Oh god…Oh Ivan, it's alright to move, you d-don't have to be s-so gentle!" The Canadian's voice cracked, as though he was choking on the pleasure. Ivan, however, would not comply, simply sat in the heat that was Matthew. It wasn't until the second time that Matthew asked did Ivan nod and start to shallowly thrust, trying to get the young boy used to the motion. With every thrust, Matthew rocked back, clinging tightly to the sheets below them, and cried out when Ivan went harder, deeper into his sweet spot.

Ivan couldn't hide the smirk that spread on his face, and he pulled back a bit before ramming hard into it again. Matthew cried out the other's name again, and arched into the thrust, experiencing pleasure he'd never even imagined.

"Oh god, I-Ivan!" Matthew cried out with each thrust, his body quivering with pleasure. His violet eyes were much more intense than usual as he gazed up at the starlight-haired beauty above him.

"N-No…Mattvey, not Ivan, call me Vanya…please." His own violet eyes were full of love and lust as he smiled gently down at the younger boy. Ivan gave one last ram into the younger boy, causing him to arch as far as he could, screaming 'Vanya' to the world as he climaxed all over the both of them, Ivan following just after him.

Matthew collapsed against the bed, Ivan collapsing next to him, both of them breathless and smiling softly at each other. Ivan's arms immediately wrapped around the smaller, not entirely caring about the mess that littered their torsos, and sighed happily. He could feel the small body next to him relax tremendously, and heard the faint sound of soft snoring, signaling that Matthew had fallen asleep. Ivan couldn't really blame him, after all, this was his first time, and Ivan knew how hard it could be to…take it all in, particularly when your lover was Ivan.

But for Matthew, the peaceful, content moment was shattered as he was jolted awake by the sound of his cell phone going off on the side table. His eyelids drifted open and he turned out of Ivan's arms, reaching somewhat blindly for the phone. His slender fingers finally wrapped around the phone and he sat up, bringing the device to his ear.

"Hello…?" Matthew yawned and let his legs dangle off the side of the bed, Ivan wrapping his arms around his lover's waist and nipping his neck. Matthew 'Mmhmm'd' and all that jazz, not paying much attention to what his boss was saying. There was a sudden pause on the other end, and Matthew raised an eyebrow, not knowing what had his boss so worried. When his boss's voice filtered back through the other end of the line, Matthew's entire body went numb and the phone slipped from his hand, crashing onto the floor.

"Mattvey?" Ivan's tone was panicky and worried as he watched the Canadian, whose hand was still raised as if he still had his phone. After a second, his hand dropped, and he looked as if he'd just seen a ghost. "Mattvey, what is it, what's happened?" Ivan was terribly worried now, but Matthew said nothing, the words still ringing through his head.

'It was an American bomb; We are at war with America…'