Sorry, I was gonna put this up yesterday, but my laptop got a virus and wouldn't turn on. Oh, and thank you Valkyrie99 for reminding me about the blackout, I had completely forgotten about it. Well, here's the 7th chapter. Sorry if it's kinda crappy, it's my first sex scene. Well, enjoy.

Russia's brain froze along with his body. For a few minutes, the only thing in his mind was Canada's confession, echoing around within his brain. When he could think again, he looked down at Canada. He lightly cupped the young nation's face.

"Is this true, little one?" he whispered gently, using his hand to make Canada face him. Canada, with tears in his eyes, nodded. Russia smiled and kissed away his tears. Canada slowly opened his eyes, surprised. Russia lowered his head and rested his forehead against Canada's.

"I also love you, moe serdtse." Russia lightly brushed his lips against Canada's and leaned back to gauge his reaction. Canada looked up at him shyly.

"D-do you really mean that?" Russia smiled kindly and firmly kissed the boy's lips. Canada froze for a second, but began to kiss him back. At first, the kiss was gentle, but it soon became wild and passionate as the two became more and more aroused. Russia bit Canada's lip, causing the young nation to gasp. Russia used this opportunity to let his tongue enter and explore the hot wet cavern that was Canada's mouth. As they made out, Russia put his hands under Canada's shirt and began to play with his nipples. Canada mewled and gasped, leaning into Russia's touch. Russia leaned back and moved a little down. He licked Canada's nipples through his shirt, causing it to become see-through. Canada quickly became a panting and writhing mess beneath him. Russia was still playing with Canada's nipples when the smaller nation pushed him away. Russia tilted his head in question. Canada blushed and looked shlyly up at him.

"I-I want to see more of you." Russia stopped for a second, hesitating, but he slowly nodded.

"If that is what you wish." Russia hesitantly pulled off his sweater, baring his chest. Canada gasped at the sight that was revealed. Russia's torso was covered in scars, both old and new. They ranged in size, but the largest one went from his right shoulder to the opposite hip. Canada brought up his hand and lightly followed the scar down to Russia's hip.

"Who did this?", he asked, concerned.

"I got it during one of my fights with America. They are places where my people are struggling and have not recovered from attacks over the centuries." Canada looked up into his eyes. "

Is this why you didn't want to take off your shirt?" Russia looked down at him and nodded.

"Da. You are not afraid of them?" Canada bit Russia's shoulder hard, causing the large nation to wince a bit. Canada glared up at him.

"I am not some innocent little child that can't bear to look at scars. I may not have been in many wars, but I've still been in a few. Scars aren't going to scare me away from you." Russia hugged the smaller nation, catching him by surprise.

"You are such a sweet little one. I am so lucky to be the one that is with you." Canada blushed. Russia then pulled back and leaned forward to kiss Canada. Once again, the kiss quickly became heated as the two fell once again into the throes of passion. Impatient to see more of the younger nation, Russia helped Canada out of his vest and tie. As he unbuttoned the young country's shirt, he kissed the small patch of skin that was exposed. When he reached the bottom he looked down and noticed Canada's arousal.

"You are very naughty, malyutka. You are already very aroused." Canada blushed and gasped when Russia rubbed his hand over his crotch. Canada arched up into his hand and mewled. Russia raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Ahh, so little Canada likes it when I touch him here, da?" Russia unbuttoned Canada's pants and pulled them down. He fingered the top .

"Hmm, perhaps not so little,after all." Canada blushed harder and looked away. Russia chuckled deeply and used his teeth to pull down Canada's boxers. Canada looked down, alarmed.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Russia looked up at him and smirked.

"I am helping you with your little problem." He then firmly grasped Canada's cock and vigorously pumped. Canada gasped and moaned, wriggling his hips. Russia leaned forward and nibbled on Canada's ear.

"Canada," he whispered.

"Y-yes?" Canada struggled to say, light-headed and dizzy from the pleasure that Russia was giving him.

"Before we go further, may I know your real name?" Canada blushed and nodded.

"I-it's Mathew." Russia stopped and seemed to mull it over for a second. When he was done, he nodded and smiled.

"Matvey. My name is Ivan." Ivan then took his hand off of Mathew's cock and put near his mouth. Mathew,widening his eyes, obediently opened his mouth and began to suck on Ivan's fingers. Ivan shivered and almost came at the sight, but held on. When he deemed that his fingers were wet enough he pulled them out. He brought his hand down near Mathew's ass. He slowly pushed a digit, waiting to see Mathew's reaction. Matthew nodded and wriggled around a bit. Ivan put in two more fingers and again waited. Mathew hissed, and wriggled around trying to get used to the sensation. Ivan began to slowly thrust his fingers in and angled is fingers every which way until he found the spot he was looking silently screamed and arched upwards. Ivan smiled and began to repeatedly hit that spot until Mathew begged for more. Ivan ulled down his oants and underwear. He positioned himself and looked up to make sure that Mathew was ready. He nodded and Ivan slowly thrusted into Mathew. Mathew groaned from the pain and Ivan stilled until Mathew wriggled his hips, signaling for him to move. Ivan began to move slowly until Mathew grabbed him by his hair and dragged him into a rough kiss.

"Go faster," he growled, releasing Ivan. Ivan, suprised, began to thrust harder, angling himself so he hit Mathew's pleasure spot. Ivan thrusts became harder and faster as he came closer and closer to his climax. He started to pump Mathew's cock.

"Let's come together," he growled, pumping and thruster harder and faster until, with a loud cry, Mathew came, Ivan soon after. Ivan slowly pulled out and collapsed next to Mathew. Panting, Mathew crawled up and rested his head on top of Ivan's chest. He closed his eyes and was falling asleep when he heard Ivan whisper sleepily,

"Good night, Moe serdtse." Mathew smiled and fell asleep, his dreams filled with warmth and happiness.


Mathew felt safe and warm. That was the only way he coud describe warmth from beneath him and from the arm around him made him feel protected.Arm?Canada slowly opened his eyes. What he saw made him go still for a second. Ivan was laying in his bed, with an arm wrapped around him. It took him a few minutes to remember what had happened last night. When he remembered what had happened when they had came back, he blushed and buried his face into the pillow he had been using, but realized that his 'pillow' was actually Iv's chest. He smiled. So it wasn't a dream. He looked up and saw Russia squinting and looking back at him. The large nation smiled and wrapped his arm tighter around him, making Canada become closer to him.

"Dobroe utro, moya lyubovʹ" Mathew blushed and looked away. Ivan smiled and kissed his forehead. Mathew relaxed and smiled.

"Good morning."

"Is something wrong?" Mathew shook his head.

"No, I was just afraid that I was dreaming." Russia kissed him again, this time on the mouth.

"This is real little one." Mathew smiled more and looked around, but froze when he saw the clock.

"Crap!" he said and quickly got up, wincing and rubbing his backside for a second before he went to suitcases. Ivan sat up and scratched his head.

"What's wrong?"

"The meeting starts in a few minutes." Ivan's stretched and got up. Mathew blushed and looked away. Ivan noticed and smirked.

"I suppose you want to get there on time." Ivan put on his rumpled clothes from last night as Mathew put on some clothes from his suitcase. When they were done, Ivan looked over at him and asked,

"Shall we go?"

"Are you ok wearing that?" Ivan shrugged.

"I do not care what they think of me." Mathew nodded and they left. While they were walking towards the meeting room, they noticed Frnace walking towards them. France stopped in front of them and, raising an eyebrow, smirked.

"Ah, so my little Mathew has finally experienced the way of love." He sauntered over to them and hugged Mathew.

"Congrats, my little cutie, you hooked a looker." France smacked Ivan's ass and then hugged him. He brought his lips up to Ivan's ear and whispered,

"Hurt him and I'll rip out your heart and feed it to Germany's dogs, understand?" France pulled back and smiled sweetly. Russia shivered just slightly and made a mental note not to mess with the perverted nation.

"Well, au revoir, my little kittens," France said, and walked away. They watched him walk away, then Russia put his arm around Mathew. Mathew snuggled into his side and they began to walk again towards the meeting room.


Mathew was sitting next to Ivan and talking to him when America came in and sat down, eating a burger. After a minute or two, America noticed Mathew and who he was sitting next to.

"Hey bro, why are ya sitting next to that commie bastard?" France smirked and looked at him

"Because he wants to sit next to his amour of course." America looked ay him, confusion covering his face.

"France, how many times have I told ya? Speak American if you're gonna speak to me." England, who was sitting next to America, sighed.

"How many times must I tell you, you bloody git, it's called English." America just looked at him with confusion until he sighed and looked away, facepalming.

"Never mind."

"And America, I've already told you that amour means love several times," France said, butting in. For a minute, the room was completely silent. Then, a huge malevolent aura surrounded America, who was getting out of his seat. He stood there for a second, then he lifted the entire table and threw it at Russia. Everyone ducked, trying to avoid being hit by the massive table, but Spain, who had been flirting with Romano got clipped on the side of the head, causing him to fly and smash into the wall. Russia instinctively stepped in front of Canada and used his body to protect the younger nation as his body took the full brunt of the attack. The table broke in half and splinters flew everywhere. Russia released Canada and stiffly walked over to America and punched him so hard he flew a bit of a distance. Russia then strolled over to him, pulled him up by the front of his aviator jacket, and growled,

"If you ever put Canada in harm's way again, I swear that no one will ever find your body." He then dropped America and rushed back to Mathew. America, shocked, sat on the floor for a minute, until he stood and left, slamming the door as he left. England sighed and stood up.

"I better go after him." With that, he too left. Ivan bent down in front of him and looked up at him. "Are you all right?" Mathew sighed and, getting off his chair, bent down and snuggled into Ivan's chest. He knew that his brother was not going to stop being mad any time soon. But he knew that he wouldn't let his brother hurt Ivan, no matter what. He had finally gotten to see all of Ivan, and Ivan was finally able to see him and his true feelings.

...Yeah, no idea what I was thinking with the end, it was the best I could tthink of. I might make another chapter, I'm not sure. Well, Bye for now.

Translations:

Moe serdtse-my heart

Dobroe utro, moya lyubovʹ- Good morning, my love