Long chapter for you all uwu
so Bloem is Belgium
also the asshole that Matt is talking about has now been replace in office uwu
and it gets a lil nsfw
"This is the biggest fucking sin of them all..." Mathias groaned a little to loudly as he flipped back the covers of the hotel blanket. He felt as if he was in the pit of hell from how hot it was outside, and the inside was no different, to him at least.
"How are you surviving this heat Jan? Honestly."
He only got a shrug from what he could tell from his Dutch counterpart, trying to see into the bathroom to see him. He heard Jan spit into the sink before he came out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth with a towel, "didn't feel this hot back then I guess. Kind of helps I had colonies in warm places."
Mathias gave another groan and a pillow had collided with his stomach, he could feel the fabric start to stick to his skin, he was way too hot.
"Go take a cold shower," Jan said pecking the other's nose with his lips, "You haven't been to a meeting in months, got to look your best."
Mathias snorted before slowly getting up off the bed, heading to the showers to keep the temperature at almost freezing. He eagerly stood under the shower's head, letting the water drip and trill down his body before turning it only a little warmer, trying to keep it cold without it being unbearable. He sighed, running hands through his hair, wishing he could just stay under the shower head for the rest of the day instead of walking out into the streets of Istanbul.
Jan had to pull him out of the shower an hour later.
He pulled on his suit, knowing full well halfway through the meeting most of the nations from the north would look completely disheveled; Matthew, Lukas, or Ivan were usually the first to go... Ivan was most to fall first. He wouldn't chuckle at that though, he was always short to fall after him.
Why did they have meetings in such hot places anyway? He would've been just fine in somewhere that didn't feel like the center of hell. Especially in August.
"Sorry, you know I tried to argue about the location but not many heard me out." Tino said softly as they entered the room. He clapped Mathias' shoulder, "Thought it would be bad for you... Even though you know, you seem healthier than ever."
Mathias just stayed silent but smiled at Tino with all the will he could muster before looking for and plopping into his seat. Berwald had sat to his left, automatically adjusting his tie loosely. Mathias leaned on him, taking in a deep breath.
"If there's a fight today I'm leaving." Mathias muttered against the stone man's shoulder. "Go for a smoke break or something."
"You shouldn't smoke."
"I shouldn't drink either, you don't see me dying."
Berwald just shrugged, opening up his notebook, "Where's your boyfriend."
"Sitting far away, something about us being 'distracting when together'. They're trying to break us up." He joked, grabbing one of the Swede's pens to start doodling on the paper, just little stick figures doing obscene things, he wasn't exactly the most known for art.
When the meeting started he sat back trying to listen as best he could before totally zoning out into his yellow paper notepad, using a black pen to write things down as best he could while he tuned in and out of conversations. At some point he was just sitting there in his chair, drawing circles on the baking in his seat, breathing in deeply and exhaling the same, exchanging breath for water when his throat got too dry. Pulling off his jacket he turned to glance at Jan, watching the man write and doodle into his notebook, his eyes stared into his binder with a mixture of boredom and lack of care. He sighed a bit, it would be another hour till this meeting closed and it was doubtful that they would be leaving early. There were two more day of this, it was making him hate that he couldn't die. He wiggled in his seat a bit to try and get himself to wake a little more, feeling a small tingle in his side he itched at it before leaning his head on the table. His phone buzzed silently in his pocket, reaching to grab it he sat back up glancing forward to see Jan's sister staring at him with concern
'Are you okay?' she mouthed at him.
He nodded, 'too hot.'
Making a face she nodded before going back to lean her chin on her hands watching whoever was speaking now. She was more used to the heat than he was, but at least she got it.
He finally checked his phone.
[ If you need to step out, do it.] - Germany
He blinked at his phone for a second, looking up and over at the German man. He saw him nod and he got up, shoving his phone back into his pocket as he left the room. That was weird, he didn't question it further. The doors closed behind him and he headed to the bathroom, pulling out his phone again.
To Netherlands: [going to wash my face... I feel like I'm gonna puke.]
[You okay?] - N
[To fucking hot... join me if you want.] - D
He pushed through the bathroom door, making his way over to sink and turned the faucet to the coldest setting, trying to cool off his face and neck.
His phone buzzed again.
[Do you need me there, cause I'll come. Bloem can give me notes later.] - N
[I should be fine. these meeting are stupidly long.] -D
[Drinks after?] - D
[Definitely.] -N
He put his phone down again, feeling a tingle at his side he scratched at it before putting more water onto his face and neck. The door opened and Lukas walked through, moving over to the sink to do the same.
"You think these places would have air conditioning huh?" Mathias said with a tired smile.
"You think they'd have meetings in the northern countries during the summer..." Lukas replied, too exhausted to be snide, but just miserable enough to sound droll.
Mathias pated his back, "Thought I saw fans in the convenient store down the street, we should get some."
"We're only here for another two days."
"Still to fucking long for this heat."
One more splash of water and he attempted to fix his hair up before returning to the meeting, plopping into his chair next to Berwald and nudging him.
"You didn't miss anything," The Swede answered, "except the Koreas bickering for a couple seconds, Alfred looked like his buttons would pop right off from stress."
"You know him, he thinks he isn't an issue either."=
"He's reckless."
"He's war happy."
"Can you two be quiet? I'm trying to listen." Roderich whispered lowley to the two Nordics and Mathias found himself actually keeping quiet till the meeting was over.
The taste of bourbon on his lips felt stronger than it really was, why was it so hard to find Alcohol in this city.
He leaned back up against Jan, groaning from the heat, raising a hand up to play with some of his boyfriend's fallen hair.
"I need a drink."
"You have a drink."
He looked at his glass, "I need a better drink than this one..."
He only got a snort in return followed by a small chuckle.
Mathias reached into his bag, patting around for the small stack of comics he got Alfred to bring him; he always liked nitpicking at the Thor comics. It was almost as if Al would listen to him if he nitpicked notes on how Thor was actually a red head and so on.
"You and Bloem, how do you find enjoyment?"
"Tells a good story and I like sci-fi or whatever... Thought you'd like them too cause of the artwork."
"Not those styles." Jan watched him as the Dane took a pen and wrote on the comic, "What are you doing?"
"Nitpicking." He smiled, "Vikings didn't wear armour unless it was leather... for the most part."
"They're just comics."
Mathias shot him a glare. Jan raised his hands up.
"Never mind then."
Mathias only patted his knee before drinking down the rest of his drink.
"How you feeling?"
"Over heated... Can we get a fan?"
"Sure? We have air con though in the hotel room."
"You act like it actually does something." He itched at his side, turning his head to press a kiss to the other's shoulder.
Another drink was placed in front of him, he asked for two more, they came soon after.
He drank a little faster, wanting to get a little buzz going before going up to the hotel.
"Don't think it will help but we can ask the desk."
"You're the best."
Jan pat his head before taking a long drink. Doodling in his book still with different coloured pencils, he stopped when he pressed too hard, ripping the paper. Swearing under his breath he scrapped it returning to his drink again.
"You stressed?" Mathias asked watching the crumpled paper roll on the table.
"Tired."
"You wanna use your hands for something better?" He smiled coyly.
The Netherlander didn't even glance at him, "Finish your drinks."
He found himself under the shower head again, the water was cold, a little past lukewarm.
It felt like bliss.
Especially since there were hand's roaming his chest, lips at the back of his neck.
Absolute bliss.
Wet locks stuck to their foreheads, bodies pressed together with a mixture of hot air and cold water. It was enjoyable, the mixture of the two, oddly enough to him.
"Do we have lube?" Mathias moaned, reaching back to clasp his hand to the back of Jan's neck, "Don't want to leave the shower. Don't exactly want to completely bareback at the moment."
"You know we do." Jan chuckled softly, nipping at his neck, pressing up against him as he wandered his hands down to take hold of his half hard erection. A hand slipped between his thighs as he pumped slowly with his other hand.
Mathias craned his neck back, leaning his head against Jan's shoulder, his lips pressing to the Netherlander's neck. A little moan seeped through his lips and against his neck, pressing his tongue against the skin he laughed a little when his hips bucked into Jan's hand, rolling his hips back to press up against Jan's growing hardness on the way back. He nipped at the skin before lips captured his own.
The hand gripping his thigh slipped away, pressing up against his ass. Fingers groping into the skin of the cheeks a little roughly. It was playful in a way, how he pulled and massaged his ass, pressing his hardness between them. Mathias would grind himself against it. He loved the marks his finger nails left.
"You like? Always knew that was your favourite place to be."
Jan chuckled, looking back to where they put the lube, he reached back for it, keeping his eye on Mathias, who bent forward slowly, pressing his hands against the tiled walls of the shower. He swished his hip a little, letting out a sly smile when Jan wouldn't stop staring.
With a playful chuckle, Jan pulled him back up against him, his hand sprawled over the Dane's chest as he kissed him passionately from behind. He slipped coated fingers between cheeks, swirling his finger around the rim of his entrance, pushing it through and up. A breathless moan purred out of the Dane's lips as a hand reached to grip the back of the Dutchman's hair. He worked his finger around, loosening Mathias up more, slipping in a second digit and hearing another breathy moan.
"Go a little deeper, you're right on the edge." Mathias moaned biting at his lower lip, "Stop teasing me."
"What, you don't like it?" Jan slipped a third digit in when the other felt ready for it, hearing the soft whimper slither through Mathias' teeth, "I thought you liked a little build up."
"Shut up." Mathias laughed, pulling them into a kiss again, moaning as fingers spread and thrusted up into him repeatedly. Hips bucked back into the fingers as a shiver grew up his spine, he was almost to the point of shaking when the tips of the digits had pressed and slid against that one little spot within himself. He let out a moan so deep it was almost too filthy.
The fingers slipped away, he was turned to fully face Jan and kissed so deeply he felt his knees go weak for a moment. Jan's hands slipped down his ass moving past to cup his thighs, pulling him up aided by a little jump. Wrapping his legs around Jan, Mathias kissed deeper, slipping his tongue through his lips and past his teeth to play with the other muscle inside. Hands gripped at the fallen dirty coloured locks. He was pressed up against the wall, a deep sting hit into his back from the cold of the tiles. His back lifted from them, chest pressing against his partner's. Bites were driven into his neck, harder than the nips placed before. He hissed, smirking as he pushed the Dutchman's mouth deeper into the curve of his neck, craning to give him more access. He wanted those marks, deep and dark.
He let out a little laugh, hugging his legs a little tighter around the Netherlander's torso as he watched the man blindly reach for the lube, grabbing it and pouring a generous amount in his hand before starting to apply it onto himself. Mathias' mouth practically watered, swallowing hard before he felt the tip slowly enter him.
A tingle spread up his side, a heat up his spine, teeth wrenched into his neck, he dug his nails into the other's shoulder.
A low moan exited Mathias' lips again, waiting for the other to move; he leaned his head back against the wall, smiling when lips were pressed to his and Jan started to slowly move into him. He moaned, breathing though his nose as he kissed him deeply, trying to rock against him, to go a little faster. It was obliged in time, the thrusting picked up in pace and roughness and Mathias had been sent into rapid panting and breathless moans within seconds.
He swore under his breath, clasping his hands to the other's cheeks trying to keep him close enough to kiss the other man even deeper as he was ridden. His legs wrapped around tighter on the other's torso, tearing at Jan's lips with his teeth, letting himself bounce as the friction started to get more intense. All he could feel was ecstasy, soon it would reach pure bliss.
It was short lived.
A pain shot through his side and he found his breath hitched in his throat. Panicking without breath he pushed and hit Jan's shoulder.
".. S-StOP!" He yelped as a shot hit into his side again.
Jan stopped trying to hide his face from the hits.
"what th-... What's wrong?" annoyed, It was obvious he was annoyed, but the expression stopped as he watched as Mathias clutched at his side, "Are you okay?"
"Think you're knocking me into the fucking..." He pointed to the tap, "that fucking thing."
Jan laughed a little, earning himself a hit to the arm. Pulling Mathias from the wall he paused for a moment, "Want to go to the bed?" He turned the water off.
Mathias just continued to kiss the other man, "Just take it easy... Not too easy, just watch the metal."
They continued at a slower pace, kissing passionately as they picked up their pace.
Mathias felt a couple more shocks through the rest of their time but couldn't bare stopping again.
He woke with aches and pains, and drenched in sweat. He groaned when waking, moving around to get up before arms tightened around his waist. Mathias groaned again pushing Jan's side a couple times before giving up, laying back down and turning to face him.
"Morning..." He said, sliding his fingers along Jan's cheekbone.
"Morning." Jan said, hugging him a little closer, "You okay there?"
"I'm Hot." Mathias complained, "You holding onto me so tight doesn't help."
A kiss was pressed to his lips before he let go. He instantly got up to go to the shower, turning it to freezing before undressing and stepping in, engulfing himself in the chill. He looked at the faucet knob. It was really low, sitting at thigh level... Hopefully Jan wouldn't notice that.
He rubbed at his side that had sent jolts of tingles and stings through his system.
He would ignore it, there wasn't anything there from what he could tell, and maybe he just strained a muscle.
It didn't matter. It didn't seem to be there now so he guessed he was fine.
He just had to keep it quiet.
He slipped his hands through his hair a couple times before he lifted his arms above his head, stretching up to loosen his muscles before he cracked his back and shoulders. A soft knock came from the door before it opened and Jan poked his head in.
"Don't take too long I gotta shower too." He said before Mathias reached his hand out practically pouting at him, "Did want me to join?"
Mathias nodded, turning up the heat in the shower before starting to wash his hair. He wasn't going to get out until the last minute, the last second before that meeting.
As Jan stepped in Mathias moved a little in order for the other man to get to the water.
"This is freezing Math."
"I need it or I'm going to melt."
Jan only laughed, pecking Mathias' lips before turning up the heat a little bit more.
"How's your side?"
"Not bruised," Mathias smiled running his hands up and down his back with some soap, "Do you think we'll get a longer break today?"
"Not really," Jan said simply, "I really doubt it."
Mathias yawned, he wasn't looking forward to the meeting. He never really did, but today he felt more exhausted than before.
It was the heat that made him feel sick again, it had to be that and nothing else because this was ridiculous. His head reeled in pain, slumping in his chair he pressed a hand to his sweaty forehead, it felt hot. He wiped the sweat away. Three hours in, they had fifteen minutes until it was break and he could dunk his face in some water, finally. He was just waiting for those words from Sadiq, those words that would say "break time, we will continue in an hours' time."
And when it did he practically burst out of his chair to head to the washroom, meeting Matthew in there who had the same idea. The poor kid looked exhausted from the meeting, sweat stains at his pits and back, it was apparent that he shaved really close to avoid the heat.
"Ever feel like Northern nations get the shortest end of the stick when it comes to the summer?" Matthew's words almost sounds bitter.
"It's almost like they want us to drown in our own sweat." Mathias smiled at the other man who was patting around for his glasses. He handed them to him.
"I think they just think it's freezing all year round in our nations... Oh! Thank you." He took the glasses with a smile, why did he need them again? Something about gunpowder in his eyes centuries ago? "I know Al thinks Southern Ontario is full of ice but it can get up to 30 degrees there sometimes. People like hot in summer, that's how they are."
Mathias hissed with a little laugh. "Not too bad though, 30."
"Depends who you are." Matthew smiled, wiping his face with a towel, "Jan still out there? Gotta catch up with him."
"You know it," Mathias nodded. "That or smoking, I'd check there first."
"Thanks!" Matthew waved before exiting the restroom, he was always a nice kid.
I was a shame that he was almost completely cast aside.
Mathias returned to the sink, splashing some water on his face before looking at himself in the mirror then the door. He touched his side, it was a little tender but he figured it would go away...
It felt wrong...
It felt too familiar, a bad familiar...
... Like he had it before.
He shook his head, splashing some water on the back of his neck.
It was too horribly familiar.
He walked out of the bathroom, feeling a small shock of pain and clutching at his side a little, he stood straight holding in a pained face and shot a smile to the other nations who walked by. He waved as they smiled and ushered himself out for a cigarette.
"Mathias!" Matthew waved him over, a hand over his mouth with fingers plugging his nose. The Canadian too polite to ask them to blow in a different direction. Jan was the only one seeming to actually care, directing his smoke up.
"Hey!" Mathias smiled kindly, walking over to them both, instantly reaching into the inside of Jan's suit jacket to steal a cigarette from him.
He lit up, taking in the first inhale and blew upwards so it wouldn't go into Matt's face.
"Maybe we should move away from the other smokers."
"I tried offering that but..."
"I don't want to be any bother." Matthew stated waving his hand in front of his chest.
Mathias hugged an arm around the Canadian's shoulders, "You're not, come on and lets go to a place you can breathe."
They practically pulled Matthew away from the rest of the group, bringing themselves over to a bench to sit. There wasn't much wind, so the smoke seemed to linger more than it should have. Mathias tried his best to fan it away with his hands.
"So Mattie, how've you been?"
"Good." Matthew nodded, "Well that's not all true but... It's been okay."
"You know who being an asshole again?" Jan started, lighting another cigarette for himself.
"He's been an asshole since 2006..." Matthew sighed, "So many people hate him and for good reason."
"Well you have election, that'll fix it right."
"He may cheat the vote again." Matthew looked up for a second, "This weather is gross, and it makes me miss my winters oddly enough."
"Can we not talk about it, only makes me feel even hotter than it is." Mathias groaned a little, Matthew smiled at him with a little sympathetic laugh.
They were called back in not too long later, Mathias only felt they were going into Hell. A very boring hell.
Getting up off the bench he found himself sitting back down really quick with a shock through his side, he clenched, trying to not look as if he was in pain
"You okay?" Matthew asked, reaching an arm out to catch him.
"Yeah uh... Just lost my balance." He lied, nodding along as he stood up.
Matthew's eyebrows knit together in worry, but he didn't push it any farther than that but offered to help walk him over to the room. As if he knew something was wrong. And as much as there was something wrong, he rather had not let ANY other nation know, therefore he played phone tag with Matthew via text message throughout the rest of the meeting.
His leg slipped up to the other' thigh as they were entangled on the bed, it was too hot to be laying with each other but Mathias felt like he needed to be really close to the Dutchman as much as he could. His nose rested along the curve of the other's neck, taking in his scent with every breath. He kissed lightly at the other's collar bone.
"It's 12 am." Jan said in a husky voice, clearing his throat after to continue, "We should go to bed. The meeting starts earlier tomorrow."
"Not yet." Mathias nuzzled a little closer, "I'm enjoying this."
"Did you want me to read you a story too?"
"Kinda." He joked, looking up at Jan.
In return Jan pressed a deep kiss to his lips, Matthias complied back with one just as deep and a bit more passionate. Turning slowly, keeping their lips locked, he pulled himself up to straddle Jan's hips. His fingers glided along the Netherlanders cheek and jaw bones, the structure of the man's face almost like a sculpture's. He slipped his tongue past Jan's lips but had the Dutchman's tongue meet his half way. Letting the muscles glide together. Jan laid back a little more, hands slipping to Mathias' hips and gliding up to his back letting one hand continue up.
Reaching into fluffy locks he spun the golden threads between his fingers, feeling the soft texture in his hands, the hair so lightweight it was like a cloud. Jan started to sit up, pushing his hand against the bed to steady his weight as Mathias kept their kiss intact. They took themselves in, slowly, letting themselves be there in that moment, remapping every inch of their lips, their tongues, teeth and cheeks. With a small nipple at the lips and heavy breaths they broke apart a smile spread across their lips.
"That's some story..." Mathias remarked, catching his breath, "How does it end?"
"It doesn't yet." Jan replied softly, moving hair away, fingers trailing their way along Mathias' jaw.
I hope it doesn't, Mathias thought giving the other man another kiss before he laid down beside him, taking him by the hand. "Keep writing it."
They fell asleep on the hour. And though the sleep seemed peaceful through the nightm Mathias started to twitch and turn, groan and shake.
The terrors hadn't bothered him this bad in a while, Jan usually was able to wake him up when they started. Tonight he almost thrashed the Netherlander as he tried to wake him. And though he settled, he didn't wake, just slept in the Dutchman's arms as if nothing happened.
The screams were silent, as if he wasn't breathing.