HALLUR, again, well hope you likey, I had a major case of writers block for a day or two, and it was impossible to write anything! But I did it, with some help! :D

Warning: Not sure how I should warn, um bombings, slight lemon. And idk.


Chapter 9: My Whole World

No one was sure if was risk to move into a vacant hotel or stay if the factory. Then again, its winter, and there's no way in hell anyone would survive in that crumbling factory. Maybe the hotel will have fire places, since it's a hotel for the filthy rich. Hmm? Wonder what will be the plan once we get there? Partners? Or stuck in a room together?

"Okay" Alfred's loud voice interrupted Ivan's thoughts. Ivan turned his head to see what the American was ranting about now. "I think we should bunch up all in a room. You knew stick together, AND WATCHING EACH OTHER." Alfred shot a glare at Ivan, who smiled with a hint of irritation. "Yeah, I'm looking at you, fracken molester!"

"I did not 'molest' Matvey" Ivan turned around to fully face Alfred; Matthew was blushing. In my dreams I did.

"YOU MOLESTED HIS LIPS, AND HOPEFULLY YOU'LL STAY AWAY FROM MY BROTHER'S INOCENCE!"

Alfred flinched when Ivan gave him a dark look; for a moment he thought he heard a few 'kolkolkols' or he was really paranoid. But the aura off Ivan was freaking out the American.

The bickering stopped when a few growls were heard. Through the ruble of grey buildings, and filthy snow, deformed animals emerged. They were not the usual creatures seen crawling around. These were animals, infected by the 115 virus. Some genius thought animals were immune to it and decided to put it in a variety of innocent animals. After a while their fur started shedding, many owners thought it was a bad case of rabies or bugs but found out after their pets started gnawing at their throats and infecting them. This virus was called *Licker Virus.

They were called moles because of their hairless slimy pink body, and eyes were no longer needed so long whisker like skin poked out of the use to be eye socket like a deadly whip. The moles were mutated to be the size of a tiger, and only stayed in a pack to better hunting. The largest of the pack leapt in front a bewildered Ivan, screeching like banshee, nearly causing him to go deaf.

"Remain calm. Do not move a god damn muscle. They can only sense movements." Both Germans quietly spoke. Everyone froze in their steps, even Felincia managed not to shake.

Holding his breath, a whisker came near Ivan. He remembered what the others have warned him about those slimy things. The whisker was the deadliest part of the mutant, with only one swipe you could be instantly infected, and turned into a walking corpse. A whisker swept along his whole face and left a slimy disgusting trail. The mutant retracted taking a few steps back like it tasted something horrible. Ivan was somehow offended that he didn't taste good. The moles retreated with a few screeches.

After a few minutes of holding position, the group all huddled away from Ivan with blunt weapons aimed at him. "Why hasn't the bastard change?"

"Not sure."

"Yo, Communist, why aren't you fucked up?" The American protectively clung to his brother.

"I-I'm not sure." Ivan wiped his face off with a rag, making sure to toss it away so no one would use it.

"Hmm? Do you think you are… Immune?" Ludwig put down his weapon, curiously looking at the muddled Russian.

"Uh, possibly. I'm not completely sure."

"Vell we need to test it out somehow." The blonde German took out a knife. "Hold out your hand."

The Russian instantly responded to Ludwig's demand. With a swift slice, red started too oozed from the thin line.

"What next?" Ivan asked wincing at the slight sting.

He followed Ludwig a short distance until he heard him say something in German. A creature was lying on the ground, barely moving, with sounds of groaning was barely audible.

"Blood of a human would revive the creature."

With that said, Ivan held his hand out over the creature's mouth, letting his red fluid drip. After the few seconds, what felt like a life time, the creature instantly stopped moving then bubbled into nothing.

"Interesting. Say do you know vat they did to you in that facility?" Ludwig was astounded by the creature's reaction.

Shaking his head, he heard the group mutter about the recent event. 'What does this mean? Am I really human or subhuman? I have a lot of strength, and m-my blood. Wha-'

"Dude, seriously! What the hellers was that just now!"

"That was awesome! Show me how to do that!"

"Ivan. Are you okay?" A gentle hand touched his shoulder. Taking him out of his trance he gazed up at a worried Matthew. It reminded him of when he first awoke with Matthew at this side, with the same expression.

"Da." A warm smile.

-oOo-

Arriving at the hotel, the sign was smudged black from of course bombing. The whole city of Charredville was quarantined long before, but after the virus went out of control lives had to go. It was a complete catastrophe when the infected and non-infected were mixed at the only exit. The outposts were flooded, many people crying, begging, panicking; the soldiers here could not do a thing to save them for they closed off. They knew what was about to happen, and they were also to stay until then. Bombs fell from the sky like explosive rain. Then bright orange bursts happened. You could see the orange lights from Corpus City, it looked like World War Three broke out. It was hectic. CharredVille was not as nearly as big as Corpus City and they ended up being bombed into oblivion.

The group cautiously made their way into the building. Widow's busted and the lobby in complete chaos, it's surprising that it's still standing.

"Let's do a sweep each floor. Partner up, and don't take off." Gilbert instructed, surprising everyone at his sudden orders. "Bruder, you can take your girlfriend."

"Ve~!"

"Antonio with hot head."

"Shut up you pink eyed bastard."

"Can't I'm too awesome."

"I'm with Matvey." Ivan wrapped an arm around Matthew.

"Commie, I'm going with my little brother!"

"Hey, American idiot, you and the awesome me are going to the second floor. If there are any creatures, or mutants then we'll take them out. Do you get it?" Gilbert shoved Alfred to the stairs. "You peeps can start on this first floor and then let you know when it's all good!"

"Alright, be careful."

"No worries little bruder! Nothing can harm me, I'm just awesome like that."

"Don't worry Mattie! The hero will ensure your safety!"

"Ahahaha, well okay, seriously though, be careful!" Matthew whimpered.

-oOo-

After six floors, three hundred rooms and four hours, everyone was ready to fall in for the night. Choosing to very top floor, for the roof access, and of course suites, they destroyed all the stair wells, except for one, then blocked the halls for no way to get pass. Volunteers for all niters were to keep at their post until dawn. Antonio guarded the only stair well, Gilbert patrolled the only three useful halls, and Ludwig on the roof, for the other's Alfred had to sleep in the suite with the Italian twins that had closer access to the roof, since Felincia insisted that it's near Ludwig. For Matthew and Ivan, well, they both shared, with was one door down from the stair well.

Alfred kept grumbling to himself. "Stupid commie bastard staying with my brother, he better keep his hands to himself."

In Matthew and Ivan's room, "Wow, I've never been in one of these before!"

"They're okay I guess." Ivan thought back when his father use to take them on really expensive vacations and waste time in a suites, or penthouses. It really pissed him off to think of father, after all the things he did, and bringing up the memoires didn't help at all.

Matthew awed at the room. He was expecting to see the room like a grenade went off, and to sleep on the floor. "Ivan look a bed! It's been weeks since I've slept on one!"

Ivan smirked.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ivan pushed Matthew down onto his back, causing him to squeal in surprise. "It's okay sunflower." He peppered the tiny blonde's face in kisses. "You are so adorable in that shade of red Matvey."

Matthew didn't know that his face was red, and then his curl was suddenly tugged. There was a slight whimper, Ivan grinned. Matvey wants more. The Canadian thought for a brief moment that the others could possibly hear them now. Again his curled was tugged. His mind went foggy.

Ivan went to his neck, receiving a moan. He rubbed Matthew's inner thigh causing his legs to open wider and his hips to buck. So cute. The Russian pressed their growing erections together, both locking lips. Tongues fought for dominance, of course Ivan won.

Unable to hold back his desires Matthew started to fiddle with Ivan's shirt hoping he could take it off. "I-I-I uh, I-Ivan, I-I wan-" He couldn't help but stutter.

"Hm? Sunflower wants what?" Ivan stopped and looked into amethyst orbs. He smirked when Matthew was tugging at his shirt.

"Ngh, Ivan, p-please, I want you, I-I-" With a beaming smile Ivan complied.


My eyes felt dry even when both were closed. I heard groaning next to me, it started to grow louder; louder, and the bed the groaning person was on sounded like it was about to break from him or her trying to get up. The monitors that were probably connected to the person started beeping franticly. I tried to open my eyes and focus, but everything was really blurry. And I felt good, really good, because it felt like I've been injected with morphine. I saw a figure with a feminine stature, so I'm guess it's a nurse. Hearing the woman gasp then drop what sounded like a book or clipboard didn't sound like a good thing. Her blurry figure ran out the room calling out for a doctor and security. Turning my head towards the bed next to me, a white curtain only separate on what was on the other side. I saw a tiny digital clock with red glowing blurry numbers. 2:34 a.m.

"Herr Salvador is awake and is going crazy!" A woman spoke in a panic as her and three other blurry figures passed by. It looked like she saw me staring because she immediately closed the curtains, containing me within their cottony square. "Herr Salvador! Herr Salvador! Can you hear me?" I look to my right again, to see that the light on the other side caused strange fuzzy shadows. A seemed like a shadow of a man was looking over Herr Salvador, who was thrashing about, growling, and spitting up. "Damn it. Take patient 231 to the 'operation room' for immediate examination."

The two larger fuzzy shadows heaved Herr Salvador onto what seems a wheel chair, strapped him down, and took off without a word.

"D-doctor?" The woman's voice broke the sudden silence.

"How is the young Braginski, nurse?" The shadow took off gloves and tossed them away.

"Conscious sir."

"Good." With that the doctor emerged into the cottony square, he's still blurry. He seems like a bald man. With a heavy grunt, the doctor shone a bright light in each of my eyes, making my blurry vision worse. "How are you young Braginski?"

I felt at daze. The doctor sighed. "Take the boy in the isolation room. Leave him, and then go back to your post nurse." He sounded like he was in a midlife crisis.

"Y-yes sir"


Another afternoon, or was it morning still? I have to open my eyes to see though. Its too complicated nonetheless. Ok. One. Two. "Ah! Its bright. Why do my hips hurt?"

Matthew looked out the window of the new area the group relocated at. It was similar to a pricy motel except it was vacant. At least this place is a lot better than that scary factory. Smiling, Matthew yawned, and prepared to get up. Strong arms pulled the tiny blonde closer, feeling a warm sleeping breath against his neck, he squealed. Looking over his shoulder he saw silver hair, and pale skin; Eyelids covered the purple eyes. "I-Ivan" he looks so adorable!

"Mmm?" Ivan snuggled against the tiny Canadian.

Matthew rolled over to face the lazy Russian when he noticed that they were both no wearing shirts. Pausing a brief moment to look at the scars that scattered the Russian's torso, Ivan's hand moved lower, to Matthew's thigh, an that's when he noticed he wasn't wearing any pants nor underwear.

"OH GOD IVAN!" Matthew blushed and took all the blankets curling up in a ball forgetting about his throbbing hips.

"What is wrong Matvey?" Ivan shot up when he heard the Canadian's voice rise. Showing no shame in his man hood, Ivan crawled around to the quivering Matthew with a devious smirk lurking on his lips. "Are your hips hurting? I'm sorry I was pretty rough, but you loved it all the way." Ivan purred and yanked off the blankets.


Well there's chapter 9! Oh damn Ivan! He finally did it! (FanGirl moment) Did ya like or did ja like? (Sorry I've never attempted to write lemon before, So very sorry if I chickened out!). Also I just quickly went through it without much of a checking.

*Licker Virus- I wasn't too sure what to call a virus that mutated animals to look like monstrous moles with infected whisker, and decided that since they're as badass as the licker's on Resident Evil, then Licker Virus it is.

My sister helped out at the hospital part cause we were playing Resident Evil 5(yup we're just cool like that) then she oddly said 'whoa, did that guy just take off in a wheel chair? Or was I just thinking that he took off in a wheel chair?' While we were freaking out on how to kill the Voodoo Man in the Ancient Ruins on Ch. 2&3(dorky me) ! :D siblings are the greatest!

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Did anyone see the news that a man in Miami was eating another man's face, cannibalizm! CRAZY! Its the beginning of the world of zombiez. Seriously check it out! It was over the Memorial Day Weekend! thats just recently! excitement!