A/N – Now things will begin to move more. =3 I am time skipping three weeks so it gives time for more emotional development on Matvey's and Ivan's part. This is the longest chapter yet and there is SMUT. Ivan finally got some. xD

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Ivan was going mad. He'd been here for nearly a month… And he hadn't yet gotten into Matthew's pants. It was the LONGEST time he'd gone without sex in his life and it was beginning to take a toll on his attitude and acting. Every time they would get close to it, something would happen! All of the condoms and lube would go missing… A phone call from Matthew's Prime Minister… Another spring visit from Alfred… Something happened each time!

Ivan glared daggers at the wall. Not today, he swore.

He'd went through and disconnected all of the phone lines, even going so far as to steal Matthew's cell phone to hide it. He had five condoms in his jacket pocket, along with a bottle of lube, though at this point he was about to say fuck the condom. It would feel much better to take Matthew without one, and he knew Matthew didn't have anything. Obviously he was as virginal as the day he was born!

He'd overfed the little polar bear, slipping a heavy bear sedative into the food. He'd be out for at least a day. That damn bear had been fucking with Ivan for weeks! Tripping him, ripping up his clothes, and on one occasion PISSING ON HIM. Ivan was beginning to get the feeling that the little bear didn't like him…

And the feeling was mutual.

Ivan turned to eye Matthew, who was cooking unsuspectingly in the kitchen. God… That ass… Ivan felt his stomach pool with heat. Oh yeah, He was going to get it.

Ivan stood up menacingly, slinking up behind the unsuspecting Canadian, who was humming at the time. He grabbed his waist, breathing out on his ear. "Matvey…" He whispered, voice low and seductive. "Matvey… You look beautiful…"

Matthew's face went bright red as he sat down the knife. "I-Ivan… I'm cooking…"

"Matvey is adorable when he is shy… I can take you on the counter, da?"

Matthew's eyes widened. "N-No! T-That would make a mess of the kitchen…!" He protested, wiggling in Ivan's grip. The Russian only held tighter, bringing his lips to the weak spot on Matthew's neck. "I-Ivan, n-not in the kitchen…!" He whimpered, losing his resolve to finish making dinner. "Please, not in the k-kitchen…"

"Where, my Matvey…?" Ivan asked, letting his hands drift a little lower, slipping frontward, low on Matthew's abdomen. He breathed over Matthew's neck before nipping gently.

"Ivan…" Matthew whispered, breathless. "I-In the bedroom…" He pushed into Ivan a little.

Ivan smirked, swooping the boy into his arms, bridal-style. "As you wish, Matvey…" He said, carrying him, quickly, into Matthew's bedroom. He laid Matthew delicately on the comforter, gazing over the blushing beauty before him. "Matvey is so beautiful right now…" He said, climbing on top of him, separating Matthew's legs with his knee. He ran his gloved fingers through Matthew's blonde hair.

Matthew looked up at Ivan shyly. "R-Really…?" He asked.

Ivan smiled, feeling strangely sincere. "I mean it… I could not bring myself to lie to you about this…" He leaned down, giving Matthew a gentle kiss, resting his forehead against the others. He stared into Matthew's eyes and felt his chest ache. Matthew really was beautiful… Beautiful and kind. The sweetest person he'd ever met… And whenever Ivan looked at him his heart would race. It nearly fell out a few times, but he'd always pressed on it to keep it from happening.

It was racing wildly now, as Matthew leaned up to him, kissing over his ear. It hurt… His chest hurt… Ivan closed his eyes. What was this sensation?

"M-Matvey…" Ivan whispered. "I want to show you something…"

Matthew blushed and nodded, laying back. He was not expecting what happened next though.

Ivan slid off his scarf and shed his layers of coats to reveal a simple black long-sleeved shirt. He lifted it above his head, letting it fall to the floor. Matthew's eyes ran across the broad, muscular chest, eyes completely eating it up. Matthew's eyes widened as the Russian reached his hand into his chest.

"I-Ivan! What are you? D-Doesn't that hurt?" Matthew cried out.

"Not at all…" Ivan muttered, pulling out his heart. Matthew nearly fainted. "I wanted to show you this…" He held it out. "Touch it… It leaps when you touch me…"

Matthew trembled for a few moments before reaching out, fingertips gingerly caressing the hot, beating organ. Immediately it thumped visibly harder.

Ivan smiled a little. "I want Matvey to… Keep it…"

Matthew's face went deep red. "Y-You can't survive without a heart! I-I couldn't!"

Ivan kissed him gently. "It beats so happy when you touch it… It will be safe with you… I can live without it. I did when Mongolia reined." Ivan insisted, pushing it into Matthew's hands. "I know you will never hurt it, da."

Matthew looked at the disconnected, yet beating, heart, and then to Ivan. "Y-You won't die…?"

"нет. I will be perfectly fine. It is safe with Matvey…" Ivan assured.

Matthew looked up at Ivan with a little smile. "I'll take care of it…I promise…" He said.

Ivan grinned childishly. "Now Matvey… Lay that aside…" Matthew laid it on the bedside table, smiling a little. "We must continue, da~?" He said, leaning down to kiss Matthew firmly.

Matthew flailed for a few seconds before giving in. What kind of normal couple would have sex after one ripped out his heart…? Then again… What kind of man could rip out his own heart and LIVE?

Ivan smirked and ran his tongue along Matthew's jaw, bringing a moan from the boy's stomach. "I-Ivan…" He whispered, bringing his hands up to Ivan's bare chest.

Ivan smiled and unzipped Matthew's red hoodie, slipping him out of it and throwing it to the floor. Next was Matthew's plain white t-shirt.

Perfect. Ivan's eyes wandered along the boy's toned, but not built, chest. Pale and smooth all over, little pink nipples perked already from the chill of the room's air on his skin. He eyed the cute little blonde happy trail that stretched down Matthew's gorgeous abs.

Ivan crawled down dipping his tongue into Matthew's bellybutton, retching a few strained moans from the blonde. Satisfied, he drug his tongue down the little trail to Matthew's pants. He bit the button gently, skillfully slipping it through the hole and unzipping the zipper. Ivan pulled the blonde's pants down, with his underwear, slowly, enjoying the sight of every inch of flesh that was exposed.

He smirked. "So hard already, Matvey…" He whispered, giving the head of Matthew's risen member a little kiss. "You must want me badly, da?"

Matthew blushed down his neck. "I-I-Ivan!" He gasped out.

Ivan chuckled, holding the base as his tongue rubbed over the little slit.

Matthew gasped loudly, head falling back.

Ivan grinned before taking the head into his mouth, tongue swirling around it while his hand kneaded at Matthew's delicate scrotum. He bobbed his head once before releasing the hard flesh from his mouth. He kissed up and down the tender organ, reveling in the moans and pants Matthew gave. It felt so amazing… So amazing to make Matthew feel good. It felt better than anything that Ivan had done before.

Better than Yao.

Ivan took Matthew's hot shaft into his mouth once more, bobbing his head up and down half way each time. Ivan's pants were unbearably tight as he listened to Matthew's moans of delight. He reached between his own legs and unbuckled his belt, fumbling with the button in order to shove them half-way down his legs, offering freedom to his lengthy member.

"И-Иван! Я не могу больше ждать!" Matthew shouted, voice high with pleasure. ((I-Ivan! I cannot wait any longer!))

Ivan froze. "W-What?" He paused, crawling back on top of Matthew. "You speak Russian?"

Matthew blushed. He kissed Ivan gently. "A-A little… I started studying it when you and I started… Dating… I thought you'd like it…" He smiled a little.

Ivan kissed him roughly, closing his eyes.

Matthew gasped, and apparently Ivan decided at that moment to shove his tongue forward. Matthew could taste himself on Ivan's tongue… And he had to admit… It was kind of sexy. Ivan kissed strong, which was no surprise, his tongue dancing with and dominating Matthew's entire mouth. Matthew loved it.

He let out a small squeak when he felt something very unnaturally large brush the inside of his thigh. He broke the kiss to look down. Oh God. THAT was going to be put IN him? He gaped.

"Matvey… It is impolite to gawk…" Ivan chuckled. "I promise to be as gentle as I can…"

Gentle? How was it possible to be gentle with something so undeniably giant, is what Matthew wanted to ask. But he stayed silent as the Russian man leaned over the side of the bed to pick up something. Matthew quickly noticed the bottle of lube in his hand, along with what he'd assume to be a condom. They made condoms that big?

Matthew wanted to cry. He wouldn't be able to walk for a week!

Ivan kissed his lips lightly. "Matvey… Do you want me to wear it…?" He held up the condom. "I do not have anything… But it is your choice."

Matthew's lips trembled. "нет… Please don't wear it… I… I want to feel you…" He said after a short second of thought.

Ivan smiled and tossed it to the ground before taking off his gloves. "As you wish, my Matvey…" He said, ripping open the bottle of lube. He warmed it on his fingers before sliding the slick hand between Matthew's open legs. One went in easily. Matthew wiggled on the strange sensation, making the ashy-haired Russian smile softly.

A second was added, and Matthew's face soured a little. An unsatisfied breath left his lips. Ivan smiled wider. "It will be better in the end, Matvey… I promise…" He said soothingly. Ivan was amazing himself at how sweet he was acting… And worse yet, he MEANT it.

He began stretching and scissoring his fingers, bringing more uncomfortable moans from Matthew. Finally, a third was plunged inside the reddened pucker. Matthew arched his back with a pained moan. Ivan leaned down to kiss him gently, pumping his fingers in and out.

After nearly five minutes, Matthew was reacting how Ivan wanted him to.

"И-Иван…" He whimpered, eyes fluttering. "Иван… Пожалуйста... Я хочу еще..." Matthew pleaded rocking his hips. ((Ivan… Please… I want more…))

Ivan, for good measure, slid in his fourth finger, eliciting a small shout from the Canadian. He pumped the in and out, twisting them and wiggling them until Canada was writhing and begging for more once again.

"Matvey…" Ivan whispered, planting small kisses all over the blonde's shoulders, neck, and face. "Я собираюсь поставить его дюйм. Хорошо?" He asked as he pulled his fingers out, lubricating himself next. He got a small nod from Matthew, whose eyes were filled with stars at this point. ((I am going to put it in. Okay?))

Ivan lifted the boy's hips a little, large palms holding onto Matthew's creamy, shapely thighs as he aligned himself. He pushed in slowly, watching as Matthew's face rapidly changed expression from bliss to horrible pain. He stopped half-way in, feeling he'd impaled the virginal boy enough for the moment. He waited, nerves grading down to nothing.

He was about to get impatient when Matthew finally whispered for him to go on.

Ivan gratefully began, pulling out to push in once more, a little deeper this time. He started a slow rhythm, going deeper each time until he was fully hilted inside of the boy.

God, it was tight. Ivan could hardly contain himself from ripping the boy to shreds. He was tighter than anything Ivan had taken before. Tighter than Estonia, Lithuania, Latvia… Tighter than even his precious Yao, who never seemed to cross his mind anymore. It had gone from a simple game of seducing Matthew to actually… Falling for him.

Dear God. Ivan realized it. He was in love with Matthew. Love. Not lust like with everyone else, including Yao. Real love.

Matthew panted underneath Ivan, arching and reaching out to grab a fistful of silvery hair. "V-Vanya~" He whimpered, face a beautiful red color, shimmering with sweat. "V-Vanya… Please… F-Faster…!" He commanded.

Ivan obliged immediately.

He felt horrible. Ivan wanted to throw up but the happiness from pleasing Matthew would not allow it. God, he looked so beautiful, sprawled out on the sheets, hair cascading out on the bed, blue eyes shimmering as they gazed at Ivan.

He had to say it. Ivan opened his mouth but it appeared Matthew seemed to know what he was going to say, and beat him to it.

"Я люблю тебя!" Matthew cried out, voice up an octave. ((I love you!))

Ivan panted, holding Matthew's thighs hard enough to leave bruises. "Я… Я люблю тебя!" Ivan shouted at last. He felt his heart pounding on the bedside table. It felt euphoric! God, it felt so exhilarating!

Ivan leaned down to capture the Canadian's lips roughly, in a sloppy, yet loving, kiss.

He really did love Matthew… But one thing was standing in the way, and Ivan knew he couldn't avoid it forever…


Yao sighed as he got home from Ukraine's house. Where would Ivan be? Yao had flown to every suspected country and shaken them down but still came up with nothing. He decided to ask his leader, the wise Dragon, if he could see anything.

Yao bowed his head as he entered the temple of the Dragon, a humble look upon his face as he lit the incense as an offering. Soon the sculpted Dragon stirred, turning from stone to scale in seconds, Yao kneeling on his knees in its wake.

"Why do you summon me, Yao?" He said, voice deep and proud.

"I…" Yao bit his lip nervously. "I need to know… Where is Ivan Braginski…?"

The Dragon didn't look surprised in the least. If anything, he looked dismal. He finally spoke. "Your Ivan has fallen in love with another man… Consummation of their relationship has already taken place… Are you sure you wish to know?" He asked.

Yao felt a lump form in his throat. Ivan found another man that pleased him? Yao couldn't take this laying down… He had to at least try to fight for Ivan's love, no matter how fierce the enemy. "I wish to know… Please reveal to me where he is, Lord Dragon…"

"Very well…" The Dragon said, curling its tail. "He lies with a young blonde man with innocent eyes and a peaceful terrain. His name Is Matthew Williams. He is the essence of the country of Canada." Dragon said calmly. "But I warn you… You will hurt more than Ivan and Matthew by this confrontation… Someone dear to you will be hurt badly if you carry on."

"Thank you, Lord Dragon… I will gladly pay any consequences that are for my actions in doing this… I must talk to Ivan…"

"Very well, my child… Go to him…" The Dragon said, a frown adorning his muzzle as he turned, once again, into stone. He wished his dear son could just leave it be, lest the Land of the Rising Sun drown in the sea of lies that he'd been hidden from by his own brother and lover. But this was fate, and fate had a way with things.

Yao stood from his kneel, walking out of the temple. He smiled a little at Kiku and Heracles. "He is in Canada. Let's leave in the morning. Please get your rest, aru."