Well. Since I appear to be having writer's block or something, this chapter will likely not be very good. Oh, well.
Also, I apologize for any OOC in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Matthew couldn't believe it. He wanted to think that this was simply a very bad dream happening right now.
But it wasn't. Ivan Braginski was standing right in front of him. The very man he had been trying to escape from.
"Mattie, it has been too long, da?" Ivan seemed to disregard the fact that the boy was shivering like crazy. "You know how hard it was to find you? You never leave me a note, a message, nothing. That makes me sad, da."
The maple child tried moving back away from the Russian, but whenever he did, Ivan simply followed him.
"I-I...I thought you forgot about me, Ivan." Hoping the big man wasn't going to hurt him, Matthew put a hand on his big belly. He could feel his little one moving around, almost restlessly.
"You would think so, but...nyet. I couldn't possibly forget about you." For once, the boy wished he had been forgotten. Then again, sometimes fate had other plans. He continued moving back until he could feel the wall behind him. The already prominent fear became more intense when that big nose was right in front of him, and Matthew gasped when he felt two big hands on his stomach.
"Uhu~? What is this?" Ivan felt the huge bump, possibly amused by the fact that this boy was carrying his child. "I didn't know. You could have told me, da." Matthew couldn't have been able to do that.
"Please, Ivan...stop!" Those hands traveled upward, finally resting above his chest. Then, with a sudden movement, Matthew felt his neck being constricted. Ivan's forced politeness was now gone, with nothing but anger in his eyes.
"Nobody leaves me. Not even you, Mattie. I don't care if you are carrying my child. You still do not leave me, da?" The maple child could almost hear the bones in his neck snapping. As he gasped for air, his vision began to darken.
This is it, Matthew thought. I'm going to die, and my Papa's not here to save me. Pardonnez-moi, Papa. I couldn't...
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...But just as he was about to black out, Matthew heard a voice. It wasn't Francis, but it was a slightly familiar one. He saw the person burst the doorway, with a panicked look on his face.
"Ivan! Ivan, stop!" The young man hurried over to them. "Let him go!"
"Hm? Toris? What are you doing here? This does not concern you, da." Even so, Matthew could feel the pressure being relieved. As the Russian turned, the boy fell to the ground, gasping for air.
"Ivan, please! I'll do anything! Just don't kill him!" The maple child watched as his life was being pleaded for by someone he barely knew. Why exactly, he didn't know, but the cries for mercy appeared to have been heard.
"All right, Toris. I will go back, but do not be too long, da?" With that, Ivan made his way to the door, but not before shooting one last glance at Matthew. After he left, Toris helped the boy up to his feet. Little Mattie was still a bit shaky, holding his stomach as he was dusted off.
"I guess I got here just in time, huh?" When Toris' hands got to his stomach, he stopped. "To think, all this time..." Matthew was confused at what he was saying.
"What... You and I... I don't understand." The brown-haired man looked back up, possibly knowing what he meant.
"I guess you could say...you and I have a sort of connection." What did he mean by that...?
Matthew looked down, and saw his answer. It wasn't as prominent as his, but it was there. Toris had his very own baby bump. So he was carrying Russia's child, too!
"Looks like your baby's going to have a half-sibling." The maple child giggled and nodded a little at this, seemingly forgetting that his life was in mortal danger just a little while ago.
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Francis was, admittedly, frightened at the fact his door was wide open. It could have meant anything. Burglars, house crashers, Russia...
"Mathieu!" Running in, he saw the house was surprisingly not askew, everything was in its place...but no Matthew. When the Frenchman looked in the living room, he saw the bear sitting on the couch, looking at him with its usual face.
"Upstairs," was all the furry animal said. With a simple nod, Francis dashed upstairs, flinging open the door to his child's room, expecting the worst.
But of course, was he saw was not what he was expecting at all. First off, Matthew was perfectly fine, sitting on his bed. Second, someone was there, but not Russia.
"Papa!" Matthew said when he saw Francis come in. The boy was looked over by the worried father.
"Oh, Mon dieu, thank goodness you're all right. I was afraid you were in danger. You should have called me, and I would have come right over." It was here Matthew looked down from his father's eyes, with the man next to him taking his hand.
"I...I was, Papa." The maple child heard a sort of choking noise from Francis before explaining. "He...he found me, and he almost killed me." Matthew was then interrupted by a pair of arms encircling him, followed by a flurry of French words.
"But he's all right now, Mister Bonnefoy," Toris spoke up, combing his fingers through the Canadian's hair. Francis looked over at this unfamiliar face.
"And who might you be?" The Frenchman said, slowly putting his hands on his hips.
"He helped me, Papa. If it weren't for him..." The brown-haired man stopped him from talking, putting a hand up.
"I only did what I had to do. I didn't want you to die by him." Toris began rubbing Matthew's baby bump, as well as touching his own, before getting up to go. "And I think I've left him waiting for long enough."
Matthew looked up at him. "Oh... Be careful, then."
Toris, as if sensing his uneasiness, gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." Matthew, still not convinced, got up and held him for a little bit. After a few parting words, Toris finally left.
As Matthew watched him go, he still couldn't help but fear for him and his baby. Ivan did have that capability of causing the both of them serious harm. Hopefully, though, it wouldn't come to that.
But who knew, really. In the end, however, Matthew hoped Toris' baby, crazy father or not, would be healthy. Hopefully, fate would be kind enough to allow that.
Stupid plot idea, I know. But I couldn't think of anything else. Life's been kicking me in the butt lately.
Well...you know the drill.
-lyudesshadow