Another chapter for you all. This was what chapter 9 was originally going to be but i held it back to make it the tenth chapter in my story. =D i hope you are all enjoying it as i am having a great time writing it. A quick reminder to any people out there that this is simply a fanfic idea i had and i know that Ivan is in no way a kidnapper or an abusive person. (Well not much anyway XD) Please continue to review and subscribe, let me know what your all thinking.

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(I Don't Own Hetalia)

Summary: Matthew is kidnapped by a large Russian man named Ivan, Ivan thinking that Matthew is Alfred, has captured him to use him as a way to make money from Arthur. Whilst in Ivan's hold Matthew starts to suffer from Stockholm syndrome and it's affects are directed at Ivan. Rated M for abuse, torture, kidnapping and sexual content.

Characters in order of mention:

(For those who don't know the countries names this will help ^^))

Matthew – Canada

Ivan – Russia

Chapter 10

Matthew sighed as he gazed at himself in the mirror. He'd run himself a bath, he planned to enjoy the hot watery bubbles. He looked himself over in the mirror, taking note that he was becoming thinner. He tugged at his blonde hair lightly. 'Jeez, papa will be mad when he sees how sick I look.'

Shrugging the rest of his clothes off he slipped into the warm water, laying back with a soft sigh, his eyes closing peacefully. "This is nice," he mumbled softly, sinking lower into the water until only his face was out. His hair was floating in the water. It was quiet and peaceful, just how Matthew liked it. He ran his fingers lightly through his hair easing out the tangles that had formed in it. Sitting up he reached for the shampoo. "Darn, can't reach." He mumbled, not willing to stand in the bath as the water was so lovely and warm.

"Here you go da."

Matthew turned his head, eyes wide, seeing Ivan standing before him with a smile offering him the shampoo bottle. "I…Ivan?!" he squeaked loudly, covering himself nervously with his hands. "What are you doing in here?"

Ivan chuckled and waved his hand calmly silencing the boy. He emptied some shampoo onto his hand before slowly massaging the mixture into Matthew's hair. Matthew stuttered nervously before silencing allowing Ivan to do as he pleased. "Matvei has been very quiet since last night, are you mad at me?"

"N…No," he stuttered nervously.

"Please do not lie." Ivan stated calmly, washing the shampoo from Matthew's hair. "Close your eyes." He stated calmly as to avoid shampoo getting into Matthew's eyes. Matthew complied, closing his eyes and allowing the Russian to finish before he felt a soft towel pressing to his face. He dried his eyes opening them to see Ivan smiling at him merrily. Ivan was wearing a black turtle-neck jumper his sleeves rolled up. It was probably the most casual Matthew had ever seen him dressed.

"Who said I was lying?"

"Da? It is obvious when you lie, you blush and you're blushing." Ivan stated with a smile, rubbing Matthew's hair dry with the towel before reaching for the small shelf and taking down a bottle of shower gel. "Turn around, I will wash your back," Ivan offered kindly, which threw Matthew off the trail per say. Why was the Russian being so kind to him? He didn't understand what was happening or why his heart was pounding so much when the Russian smiled at him so kindly.

Ivan smiled softly, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on Matthew's neck. "Matvei is enjoying his bath, da?"

"Y…yes." Matthew replied gently and squeaked when arms wrapped around him, pulling him into Ivan's chest. "Ivan!"

"You're so loud Matvei." Ivan purred, his hands trailing over the boy's body, making him squirm. "Hmm Matvei is very responsive." He smirked a small giggle left his throat, as he noticed that even with his hair soaking wet the curl had risen back up on his head. Ivan's hand grasped the curl gently tugging it wondering if he could make it stay flat. He was shocked when Matthew cried out arching his back, crying out Ivan's name.

"S…Stop please," Matthew begged, his face flushed in a way that stirred Ivan's need for the boy. With a curious glance Ivan tugged the long curl again, a smile forming on his lips when Matthew cried out arching his back again, his hips thrusting forward slightly. "Ivan!"

Ivan grinned, his other hand going into the water wrapping around Matthew's hard length and stroking him. "Matvei is very excited by simple hair tugging?"

"Sh…shut up, it's a sensitive spot," Matthew mumbled his hips rocking subconsciously into the hand. Ivan smiled, stopping only to lift the boy from the bath and within moments had him pinned on the bed.

Matthew's mind didn't even register when some soft lips met his own in a kiss that left his head spinning. 'H…He's kissing me, what do I do… it feels so nice. Now I know why papa always likes kissing dad.' Matthew nervously responded to the kiss, his own lips brushing back on the Russian's. The two kissed passionately; Ivan was the one to ask for more by licking the younger boy's bottom lip. Matthew opened up shyly, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Ivan smirked, pulling away and gazing down at Matthew, he ran his hands through Matthew's hair gently allowing them to trail down the boys body until they met his length once again and he stroked it. "So responsive Matvei."

"Ivan." Matthew's soft violet eyes met Ivan's amethyst ones, both simply gazed at one another before Matthew ever so nervously leaned up to connect their lips. He had no idea what drove him to do this but right now he wasn't thinking. "It's not fair… you're still dressed." Matthew mumbled.

Ivan laughed softly, sitting up. "I shall fix this, da?" Ivan said pulling off his large jumper and scarf. Matthew's eyes widened at the sight before him. "I…Ivan..."

"Da Matvei?"

Matthew sat up his hands lightly tracing the scars on Ivan's chest. "W…what happened?" he asked sadly. On Ivan's chest were a number of scars that looked like he'd been attacked by an animal.

"Back in motherland my little sister was attacked by bear, naturally I dive in front to be saving her life. Our father killed bear but I was mauled by it." Ivan said still smiling. "I do not regret, I couldn't allow it to harm Natalia."

Matthew smiled, to Ivan these weren't horrendous scars they were a medal of honour for protecting his sibling. Matthew leaned forward kissing the scars lightly, making Ivan smile lightly and stroke Matthew's hair.

"Matvei," Ivan purred tipping the blonde back following him with a passionate kiss; Matthew returned the kiss willingly, his hands going into the Russian's silver hair. Ivan pulled away slowly gazing down at the younger boy. "Matvei shouldn't be doing this."

"I know."

"You wish to stop da?" Ivan asked the younger boy. He was shocked when the normally timid boy pulled him into a kiss shaking his head. This was his way of consenting to what they were doing. He didn't want them to stop so Ivan wouldn't. Ivan pulled away from the kiss holding out two fingers to Matthew. "Da, you know what to do?" he asked and Matthew nodded.

Matthew had seen enough porn (His brothers of course) to know how to do this. Taking the two digits into his mouth he sucked them gently using his tongue to lather them up all the while his lilac eyes locked with Ivan's. Ivan felt his face flush a little simply by the sight, it was after all a nice sight to see. He removed his fingers before laying over Matthew once more. "Ready?"

"Mhmm," Matthew closed his eyes bracing himself, squeaking a little when a single digit entered him. It felt so strange, it made Matthew wonder how on earth his dad put up with it when he and Papa made love. The simple thought probably wasn't the best thing to think about causing him to shudder. "Are you all right Matvei?"

"Yes." He blushed shyly, vowing to keep his mind on what was happening right now, however his mind couldn't wrap around what was happening, after all wasn't this considered wrong? He was kidnapped by this man and here he lay naked before him his ass being invaded somewhat by the kidnapper. However this wasn't forced, Matthew was willing, but the question was why? 'Because I like to see him smile and praise me?' he pondered. 'Because I… like him?' his eyes widened as another finger entered him and he mewled softly. Could it be possible to like – maybe even love – this man that had kidnapped him for personal gain?

"Matvei is so tight," Ivan purred softly kissing Matthew's neck gently, he sucked softly on his collarbone leaving a nice mark there. Matthew moaned softly as the fingers inside him moved around stretching him, he gasped when they brushed a spot inside him. "I…Ivan."

"Da, found it." Ivan smiled and it wasn't his fake creepy smile, it was a true smile that left Matthew's heart pounding in his chest. Ivan angled his fingers slightly, brushing a spot that left Matthew a moaning mess.

"Ivan!"

Pulling his fingers out the Russian stroked Matthew's length softly before letting go, removing his trousers and boxers. Matthew blushed nervously sitting up there was still no way that thing was going to fit inside him. "Matvei, will you please make it wet?"

"Oh…Um, ok," Matthew sat up, leaning over Ivan's arousal before taking it into his mouth. He felt hands on his head, petting him and Ivan's gentle voice praising him in such a way that made him feel very proud of himself. When Ivan pulled away Matthew became nervous allowing the Russian to guide him onto his stomach with his ass in the air. Ivan smiled, admiring the view for a moment before he slowly entered the boy. Matthew whined softly, hugging the pillow in front of him. "I…Ivan it feels..." His voice trailed off when Ivan pushed deeper into him, his whine becoming louder.

"It'll get better, just wait." Ivan said softly.

Matthew lay patiently, occasionally wriggling at the intrusion in his lower regions. He soon realised that Ivan was fully inside him and it was beginning to make him feel strangely full and complete. 'It's nice.' He blushed, snuggling his head into the pillow blushing harder.

Ivan chuckled, asking Matthew if it was okay to move within him to which the blonde nodded his head. Ivan slowly pulled out before pushing back in, angling the head of his length to brush a spot that would make the younger boy moan. And moan he did, as the spot was hit he arched beautifully while moaning Ivan's name. Ivan, driven to see Matthew like that again, kept hitting the same spot with powerful strokes. Matthew literally came undone under him, holding onto the pillow as his legs turned to jelly. "Ivan!"

Ivan rolled Matthew onto his back before capturing him in a passionate kiss, resuming their pace with Matthew's legs now hooked around his waist. "Matvei is close, da?"

"Yes."

"Together we'll go."

"Ivan…"

A few more thrusts and several more kisses and both came, calling one another's name. The large Russian came inside Matthew who had sprayed both their chests with his release. Matthew went limp, panting softly, a blush on his face. Ivan leaned down kissing his cheek. "Matvei is so cute." Ivan teased, stroking the boy's face lovingly. Matthew was in a state of bliss and shocked even Ivan by snuggling up to him. "Tired?"

"Yes," Matthew mumbled his eyes feeling heavy. The guilt in his mind he knew would return tomorrow but right now he didn't care. He was sticky and a little uncomfortable down below, but again he didn't care because he was just too tired and he knew Ivan would clean them both up later. Matthew fell asleep in the larger man's arms, who also decided to take a nap but not until after putting on his large shirt and scarf. After all, only Matthew could see his scars, he'd not permit any others to see them.