I'm sorry It's been so long so since I've updated! I'm really busy with school and work and I haven't had time to finish.
This chapter is mostly just trying up loose ends. Next chapter will be the last... unless the smut has multiple parts. Then maybe two chapters.
It was late when Canada arrived back in his native country, and after a short cab ride home Canada didn't even have the energy to unpack before zombie-ing his way upstairs and promptly passing out, too tired to even get under the covers.
The next day there wasn't a lot for Canada to do. A few little pieces of paper work for his boss, and then the rest of his afternoon was open.
He packed his hockey bag, and went to get some more groceries, but nothing he did could occupy his mind well enough to distract him from his thoughts.
He had told Russia he loved him. This was true. Canada had realized this when he woke up the previous morning, wrapped in Russia's warm embrace. He had decided that he wanted to wake up in those arms every morning; preferably for the rest of forever.
He loved not having to use words to convey his feelings or thoughts, loved that they could talk for hours about everything and nothing, loved how Russia knew just how to support him though his shyness. He loved the man, and it had taken him the entire day to work up the courage to let him know. Even at the end, when they hugged and kissed and said goodbye, his words just got stuck and he couldn't do it.
He hoped Russia didn't notice how much his hands were shaking, or how much he was blushing; he had been so nervous. But ultimately Canada had grown brave and said it, and now he just needed to wait to see Russia again, and hope the man wouldn't tease him for being such a scaredy cat.
Canada was upstairs, slipping on a pair of pajama pants as he got ready for his game, when the door bell rang. He quickly hitched the pants up onto his hips as he quickly ran down the stairs, slowing when he got to the bottom. What if it was England? He didn't have time for another confrontation with the rude nation. He side stepped to the kitchen where he peeked very carefully behind the curtain.
Russia.
Canada almost tripped over his own pants as he ran to the door, unlocking it and throwing the barrier open with a smile.
"Ivan!" He threw himself at the older nation, his arms wrapping around the taller mans neck as they hugged.
"Matvei, you are cruel." Russia spoke softly into Canada's ear as he lifted the younger man slightly and walked them into the house, kicking the door closed behind him. "So cruel to me Matvei, telling me such things and then running away."
Canada blushed and buried his face into Russia's neck. "I-I just…" he tried to explain himself but Russia cut him off, setting Canada's feet down and pulling him away just enough so that Russia could crush their lips together.
Canada let out a gasp of surprise, his eyes sliding shut as he let the Russian invade his mouth.
Russia pulled away, one large hand holding Canada's head still as his deep purple eyes stared into blue. "Did you mean it Matvei? Is it true? Do you really feel this way?" It was almost a chant, like he couldn't believe it.
"Da." Canada's smile reached from eye to eye as he spoke the simple Russian word, blushing heavily as he watched the reaction in Russia's eyes.
"Da. Da he says!" Russia laid feather light kisses over his face. " 'Da' is not a complete sentence my little sunflower. 'Da' what?" His hand tilted Canada's head, giving him room to use those sinful lips on the blond's neck.
Canada was panting now, his fingers gripping the fabric of Russia's coat tightly as the older man kissed, sucked, and licked his way down Canada's neck.
"Ivan I can't…" a breathy sigh "Ivan not when you're…" a soft moan.
Russia stopped, his eyes locking with Canada's blue orbs. Canada could see the question lurking there, the fear of the small possibility Canada was not serious. And so for the second time, Canada got up all his will power, pressing his lips together before he forced the words out nervously.
"I love you." His eyes darted away, not being able to look into the intense purple as he confessed. "I love you Ivan." Quieter this time, but no less certain.
"Thank god." Was all Russia said before surging forwards and pressing Canada into another kiss.
Canada moaned into Russia's mouth as the older nation took control of the kiss, caressing and exploring Canada where he saw fit, stealing the nation's breath. His strong hand moved under his shirt and caressed the Canadian's torso before ghosting over a nipple.
Canada gasped, pulling Russia closer as his back arched, his body searching for more contact.
Ding dong
They ignored it. Canada's hands coming up to play with the sensitive nape of Russia's neck, smiling into their kiss as he drew soft moans from the usually stoic nation. He could feel Russia pressing against him, their fast growing erections pressing against the other's as they kissed.
Ding dong ding dong
Russia broke the kiss, both nations panting as Russia's lips moved to untouched skin, kissing across Canada's jaw until he reached his ear lobe, gently sucking the lobe between his teeth and nibbling there.
"Ahh! Ivan!" Canada gasped, his hips bucking up against Russia's without his consent.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong
Russia sighed heavily, a slight aura seething around him. "Persistent." Was all he said as he kissed Canada quickly and pulled away, seemingly floating to the door.
Canada tried to catch his breath, fixing himself as best he could so that his arousal was better hidden. He walked quickly to catch up with Russia, watching the older man nervously as he opened the door.
"Well it took you long enough now didn't it boy! What manners is it to keep a guest waiting..." It seemed as if England had no idea what doom waited behind the door as he stood on Canada's front step, one hand on his hip and the other pointing accusingly at the stunned Canadian.
England only stopped speaking when a blast of evil purple aura washed over him. He froze, looking up slowly see a very scary Russia looming over Canada's shoulder, eyes glairing daggers at the Brit.
"Ar-Arthur… I'm sure you noticed, but you have about 5 seconds to explain a very very good reason for being here, or I'm not sure what Ivan will do to you."
"I well… yes… indeed. I just... Look Matthew- I really just wanted to- oh bloody hell." He was visibly nervous as he stumbled over his words, the pressure and threat of Russia overwhelming him. "I came to apologize."
Russia wasn't pleased, but he decided it was acceptable that England should be apologizing to the younger nation. And while the aura was not gone, it had shrunk in size considerably, enough at least that England could think properly.
"I just… I had a chat with Alfred the other night and… and well he really talked some sense into me. Surprising I know, but he was right. I did something horrible to you- no, I've been treating you horribly ever since I adopted you as a colony. I've been using you and giving nothing back for centuries." He reached out to take Canada's hand, but Russia gave just one twitch of the eye and England's hands shot back down to his sides. "Matthew I've been a monster. I'm so sorry. And… and when I think about it, you are such a magnificent nation, and I really just want to… to start over I suppose. A fresh start where I really try to make it work. If that's ok with you."
Canada wasn't sure how to feel. The man he had always wanted to look at him was here, on his front porch, apologizing and wanting to start again. To get to know him as a nation, and not as Alfred's body double.
Some part of him, a part deep down that hardly ever saw the light of day told him to hurt England. To say "Sorry, I don't have time. Maybe next week hmm?" T o rub that pain back in England's face, to show him what rejection felt like.
But the rest of him said to accept it and move on. To take him up on that offer. To do what's right. To do the nice thing, and not let England feel the same way he had always felt.
He didn't know how to feel.
The silence seemed to rain down between them, England's eyes getting wider and more nervous by the second.
Canada felt Russia step forwards, his solid figure behind him, supporting him. He took a deep breath, looking down before looking back up at England.
"I can't accept your apology." He watched the hurt on England's face as he spoke. "I'm not ready to accept it yet. Maybe later, but that wound is far too deep, and much too fresh for me to even think about being able to accept your apology."
England's eyes got wide and watery as he looked down, nodding slowly. "Well… Well… I suppose I can't blame you for that-."
"But," Canada interrupted him, "I would like to take you up on your offer to start over. It will take some time, but I would like to try being friends Arthur. Real friends."
Those bright green eyes flew up in shock; hope forming as he looked over the clearly annoyed Canadian. "Really? How… When?"
Canada sighed folding his arms like he was speaking with a toddler. "Well Arthur, right now I have a hockey game to attend, and I don't really have time to spend on the logistics of this new twisted relationship." Russia disappeared behind the door, returning seconds later with Canada's hockey bag, pushing past England as he loaded the bag in the back of Canada's car.
"Games are on Friday nights. Practice on Sunday, Tuesday and Wednesday. You are welcome to come to any or all of them." He turned around and walked into the house, grabbing his keys and returning, locking the door behind him.
Russia frowned as he approached, no doubt disliking the idea of having England at the hockey game.
"You can come right now if you want. You need to move your car from my driveway anyways. Let's go." Canada crossed his arms again as he began walking down the driveway.
Russia took a few steps closer to the tiny British man, looming over him as his evil aura came back full force. "You touch him, and I will kill you. You hurt him in any way shape or form, and I will make you beg for death as a sweet release from the torture and pain on which I shall inflict on you." His voice dropped down even lower as England was engulfed by the aura. "I have this beautiful fountain on my front lawn… and I will make sure it sprays with your blood and the next one hundred generations of you and your children should you cause Matvei any harm."
The aura disappeared suddenly and Russia tilted his head, everything returning as if nothing had happened. "Understand?" It wasn't really a question, and Russia smiled before turning around and walking to Canada's car.
England seemed to break from his shock and fear long enough to run to his car and back out of the driveway.
Canada didn't ask what Russia had said to England, nor did he care, he was sure Russia was merely protecting him.
England did follow them to Canada's game. Stepping nervously out of the car as Canada directed him which arena to sit in.
When he was gone, Russia pushed Canada gently against the wall, and hand on either side of his body. "May I?"
Canada smiled and nodded, leaning forwards and sharing a quick kiss with Russia before going inside to get ready for his game.
Asdfghjkl I feel better now that I've made England slightly less asshole-ish. It was hurting my brain.
Sooo yea, tell me your feels!
