Vanilla Twilight Chapter 10
A man with a long beard and eyes cold as winter growled. Something had happened, or was beginning to happen. In a similar situation, a man with long blonde hair and violet eyes, ones that had been closed for many many years, had awakened. The two men began moving toward each other, easily trekking over vast land masses and miles of terrain. The two reached each other in a strange place... it was either side of the Bering strait... just has two children had so long ago.
'It has begun'
Matthew wined a bit as he felt the morning sunlight invade his dreams. It was such a nice dream... he was a polar bear... and he was sleeping in someone's lap. The person smelled like sunflower's and Vodka... the person loved him and kept him safe from all the other polar bears. Come to think of it... the other polar bears looked familiar... like it was some metaphor for his life... eh... or he was just forgetting something about kumajiro and his mind was trying to make him remember. Matthew sighed and let his eyes flutter open to a beautiful sight.
His silvery blonde hair was sprawled out around him, shining in the sunlight like morning snow that was untouched by even the smallest foot print. His face was a perfect shade too... It looked almost completely white, but, with a slight coloring too it... like a wall. You always say the color of the wall is white, then, when you have to fix a hole and you get white paint, you notice that the white color is not completely white. It shimmered in the light like a wall too... a perfect, clean wall... perfectly melding into his snowy hair...
Matthew sighed happily and let his hand glide up to his face, gently cupping his cheek. He leaned in and kissed his lips softly, pulling away to watch his beautiful deep Violet eyes open. They shimmered like deep pools of light, holding beautiful secrets below the surface that only Matthew would be permitted to see.
Ivan starred back, enjoying the eye contact to the fullest as he cradled the Canadian's waist. They were so close... mostly because they had fallen asleep on the couch together... Ivan tightened his grip more as the thought entered his head. The last thing he wanted was for either of them to fall off of the couch. Matthew was grateful for this and held onto Ivan as well, gently mewing at the feeling of their vital regions rubbing up against each other.
Around 10 minutes passed before the two finally decided to move from their positions. Matthew first, and then Ivan, both got up and stretched a bit. Matthew bent over to pick up his clothes but Ivan stopped him mid bend, gently pulling his large shirt over the Canadian's slender body. "I believe this is normal after sex ritual, da?" Ivan said, smiling at Matthew as he turned around to face him. Matthew looked simply breathtaking to Ivan. His hair was messy, and yet, in the perfect way that it looked adorable... He had multiple curls sticking out from his head, and his hair shined in the sunlight... his eyes even shined... Ivan felt so lucky to have him. The Russian couldn't understand what took him so long to make his move on him... What took him so long to know he wanted too? It was like... he knew the Canadian... and yet he didn't... like there was a whole lifetime he spent with him lost and forgotten. The large Russian grabbed his boxers from the other day and placed them on, humming a tune that he had learned from his sister.
Matthew just watched him, swaying a bit as he stood. The shirt on him was warm... Matthew turned around and made his way closer to the kitchen, where he began fondling around for flour. He wanted pancakes... but, being as out of sorts as he was right now, maybe using a stove wasn't such a good idea? Luckily his fondling paid off and he was able to grab out a bottle of Nutella. Eh? why not. The Canadian grabbed a spoon from one of the drawers and took a huge spoonful out of the nutella, licking it once on one side of the large glob. Ivan entered the room and was standing at the door, just watching as he proceeded to lick along the edge of the other side carefully. Matthew continued with this, gently licked the edges till his blob was perfectly smooth and only went as far as the edges of the spoon. The Canadian gently began lapping at the top of the glob, bringing it down to a smaller size vertically. Every few laps he would repeat the side licking process, making sure everything was perfectly shaped at all angles... till he got down to the exact spoon-shape. It was perfect~ just enough to fill the spoon. Matthew brought his tongue to the end closest to the handle and gently licked up the spoon, repeating the process on the sides he didn't get. Ivan watched, feeling gentle nudging in his boxers... he already had sex, so, he really could go without another boner... that is, if his little Matvey wasn't up for round 2.
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here
Ivan sat next to Matthew at the oak table in his kitchen, admiring the sunflower vase in the center. Both had just finished getting dressed, and, a now 'right in the head' Canadian had finished making them a real breakfast. Granted Ivan had much enjoyed his show earlier, but, anything Matthew would make for him was desired. Tho... the Russia couldn't help but mutter 'Nutella' and watch the Canadian's face turn a new shade of red.
"So... uh... What now..." Matthew said as he bit down on his fork, smiling happily as he ate his pancakes. So good~ so good~
Ivan cocked his head to the side... what did come next? Couldn't they just stay here... no... that was boring... just staying at this table... then... what? OH GOD! ok...maybe a date or something... er... where could he take him... maybe his house... or a hockey game? but no one was playing today.
"Ne? um... vhat vould you like to do, da?" Ivan said, trying to get Matthew's input.
Matthew began thinking... hmmm... "Well, i know Alfred might need help cleaning up after the party last night. You can come with me to help... er, if you want." Matthew said, wondering if that would be ok. he was expecting a call from the American any minute now, so obviously he would have to go... but Ivan would probably rather avoid the American. They both weren't the closest after all. From the look on Ivan's face, He was idleast thinking about it before he answered with a "Nyet... i vould like to avoid the American's company for now, da?" He said, hoping he wasn't offending Matthew by saying it. They were brothers, and he couldn't avoid him forever. Matthew giggled and got up. "Thats fine, don't worry. Hmmm, you better get out of here then before he calls me or comes over here to get me." Matthew said, seeing he was finished eating, and led him down the hallway to the door.
Ivan gave the Canadian a quick kiss, and left, smiling to himself as he walked back home. He was so happy he could put up with Belarus if he had too~ hell, bring her on! he would hug her all she wanted if that's what he needed to do.
Matthew just closed his door, and, on que, his phone rang. Alfred... no shit.
"Mattie! not there! put those burgers under the sink!" Alfred said, watching Matthew try to put a few burgers into the fridge. Matthew rolled his eyes. Who the hell put burgers in every crevice of his house. Alfred apparently... Just in case he always says... Jesus. The Canadian placed the burgers under the sink, blushing a bit as he caught his reflection in the pipes. He had a small hickey on his neck. Too small for someone like Al to notice on his own thankfully, but still there.
"Why are you blushing?" Alfred said. Matthew jumped and turned around to find Al thankfully not talking to him. It was Arthur. They had found him this morning, in the backyard, half naked behind some bushes. He looked god awful, and was covered in hickeys... thankfully Alfred was oblivious and just thought he fell out of a tree or something.
"Wanker, im not blushing!" The Britt said, only blushing more as Alfred came up from behind him and hugged his waist. "right~ then why is your face so red~" Alfred said, smiling at Arthur with a perfect hero smile. Arthur muttered something in welsh as he was led out of the room by Alfred. Matthew stayed in the kitchen, finishing up the cleaning.
Francis entered the room a little while after, just as Matthew finished cleaning up the last stain. It was something white on the counter... and probably not mayonnaise...
"Mon Cher, how were things last night at zee party. I did not see you after i... went with L'Angleterre?" Francis said, smirking. That damned American was snuggling with him in the living room right now... hmph... when would he get it through his head that that British ass belonged to the French empire? no matter what Arthur said.
Matthew smiled. "Oh, uh... i went home and... yeah, just went home." He said, blushing a bit. If he told Francis, then everyone would know. The Frenchman just left it at that... tho, he had a bit of curiosity in his eyes right now. Matthew was blushing a lot... hmmm... maybe when he left him with the Russian something happened? No. That cant be right. He saw Ivan leave the party and walk home from the backyard...
"if you say so... tho, the look on your face tells me different." The Frenchman said as he led Matthew out into the living room with him and the two of them sat opposite the American and the Britt. Arthur was sitting Normally, and Alfred was snuggling up to his side, not caring that Arthur was completely stiff. He knew he loved him, he was just so bad at showing it.
Francis starred at them, smirking. He was trying to think of a strategic way to slip in between the two... the glare he was getting from Alfred told him don't even try it. Matthew just sat by himself, smiling as the three mentally argued with each other. His family was so... weird... but nice. He was glad he could be semi-involved.
Finally giving up, Francis spoke. "By the way, i think there is something our little Mattieu is hiding from us." He said, turning to Mattie and smirking, a small 'ohohohon' escaping his lips. Matthew froze as Alfred took a moment to realize who he was talking about, and Arthur just said 'Who?'.
"Spit it out Mattie. Is it another issue with the Hamburgers? Remember, don't put the cheeseburgers near the heaters or stove, you could melt the cheese off." Alfred said in a 'as a matter of fact' voice. Francis rolled his eyes. "Non, im sure it is something else. maybe something sexual~ ohoho~ Tell us Mon cher~" the Frenchman said, smirking at Matthew, Alfred looking at him with the same curiosity, and Arthur still saying 'Who?'.
"Wait, no! i just went home! promise!" Matthew said, gulping. Francis was not convinced. The Frenchman smirked and grabbed his curl, giving it a small yank. Matthew gasped and tried to grab onto his head, but it didn't help. "Tell us~ tell us Mattieu~" Francis said giggling while he tugged at the man's weakness.
"F-Fine... fine... just stop!" Matthew said, sighing in relief as Francis let go finally. "Um... well... i might have, and, don't freak out now... let Ivan come over. Because i left Kumasaboro over at your house! and... uh... he may have spent the night... but we did nothing. I SWEAR!" Matthew said frantically as Francis blushed. He had Ivan. Over. All Night... He didn't know if he should be proud or angry. Alfred's face said that someone was gonna die... and of course, Arthur was still holding the 'What, who?' look on his face.
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Authors Thoughts- hmmm, so, this is gonna make it all caught up to the story on DevArt~ yay! at request of someone who found it there and wanted it updated~ please Review so i know people are actually reading it on XD
I do not own Russia, Canada, Anyone in this chapter, Hetalia, Owl City and Vanilla Twilight.
