'I'll watch the night turn light-blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly'
Ivan led out a sigh as he finally arrived at his home. His house was in the same condition he had left it... hell, his door held no scratch marks yet, which was always a blessed sight. The Russian strolled up the stairs, into the small extra room he had in his new home. It was set up like a study, with bookshelves lining the right wall, and a large mahogany desk to the center. The floor had one large red rug on it with faded gold trim and designs on it, as if it had come from one of the Czar's palaces, which it had. Ivan took pride in the old ways of his country... yes, Lenin and Stalin had done much, but... he did always feel quiet close to the old ways. His people had even come back around a bit. Well, it seemed here he would never see his people again... sadly. Behind the desk was a HUGE chair. kind of throne like in a way... or just big enough for the massive nation. Behind that was a large window, with curtains currently covering it. Ivan did that on purpose. Yes, the view was nice, but it was also cold... snowy... the last thing he wanted to see. The Russian sat in his chair, starring at the left side of the room. It was a bare wall... maybe he could hang a picture there? he wondered... Ivan smirked as he started to get an idea.
The Russian got up and placed his hands on the wall. It was pretty big... so he would need a large canvas. Ivan smirked and moved out of the room, returning shortly after with a large piece of paper backed with a board. He set it down on an ornate easel that he set up in front of the wall, and started fumbling around in a box. Finally the Russian found what he was looking for. It was several paint bottles and tubes.
"Perfect da~" Ivan said, smiling as he grabbed a brush, and put on one of his aprons.
"A-ALFRED! DON'T!" Matthew said as Alfred placed his hands on Matthew's ass, searching his person for a cell phone. He finally found it.
"Hmmm, lets see... your phone doesn't feel Commie... and you dont have a number labled 'Commie Bastard'. Ill just have to call each one to make sure hes not in here." Alfred said, moving away from Matthew, which was easy since Francis was currently holding him back.
"Mon Cher! im so proud that you found someone, but really, i must protest against Russia. Your much too small, mon petite mattieu~ he will break you! or? has he already! OH! YOUR PAPA CANNOT TAKE THIS!
"Hello, oh, hey there Prussia, sorry, gotta go man. Hello? Are you a communist. Oh, Netherlands, nevermind. Hello-"
"BOTH OF YOU STOP!" Matthew screamed, er, talked at a normal volume in a slightly frantic way.
"Wow Mattie, only 3 numbers? your pathetic man. Hey? wheres mine?" Alfred said, in a rather PO'd mood.
"Well, uh, first of all, i don't have Russia's number, i never got it... and i don't have yours because you never gave it to me Alfred... remember, i asked you one time and... you forgot i was there and kind of ignored me... so i just left. BUT THAT'S OK! Cause im too busy to call many people anywa-"
"Wait? never got it! so it was just some one night stand rape! that COMMIE BASTARD! ILL KILL HIM!" Alfred said, growling. "Dont worry Bro, Your hero will save you from his evil clutches!" the American said proudly, running out of the room to find the nearest weapon he had... and im not talking about the burgers he hid inside the wallpaper.
"W-Wait! Alfred! please! no!" Matthew said, a little louder than his normal tone, but, like always, not loud enough. Dear god... he hoped Ivan was prepared.
Ivan smiled as he made the first stroke. Whatever should he paint? Maybe some sunflowers... yes~ he loved those... or maybe he could paint something else, something to remind him of family and... friends...
"VAIT UP MATVEY!" a small Russian boy said as his large fur hat fell over his luminous violet eyes.
" Chase me Ivan~ Chase me!" The small Canadian said as he ran farther and farther from the Russian, traveling with him farther and farther into the cold tundra of what is now the Yukon territory of Canada.
The small Russian followed as best he could, but he was small... very small, and did not enjoy running in the cold as much as his friend did. But he kept going, following the boy with the flowing blonde hair, trying to keep up... he didn't want to be left behind.
Ivan made a mark on the paper, as if he was in a trance or something. It was a golden brush stroke, similar to the hair color of a memory, long forgotten.
"hmmm, 1 gun, or two gun... that is the question." Alfred said as he chomped down on a burger.
"Alfred, please! be rational! Ivan did nothing wrong! he just slept over cause it was too cold for him to walk home last night! nothing happened!" Matthew said in a pleading voice as his brother loaded his first pistol.
"But Matti~ i just wanna help bro!" Afred said, pouting as Matthew swiped the second gun before Alfred could take it.
"Well, maybe i don't need your help Al... I MEAN! i just don't want someone to get hurt..." Matthew said, not wanting to be mean, even tho he had every right to tell him to back off. It was just in his nature not to tell Alfred what to do. The American smirked at his brother.
"bro, your so naive, you talk as if a communist has feelings. gosh." Alfred said, smirking. Matthew gave Alfred a slightly disgusted look. Someone's economic policy had nothing to do with their personality or feelings... and Russia wasn't even a communist nation anymore, so what did it matter.
"Maybe hes right America, after all, Mattieu says nothing happened..." Francis said in a rather bored tone. He wanted some juicy details, for his own personal pleasure and his fatherly protectiveness. But it seemed Matthew truly did nothing... id least he had convinced him of that much. The Frenchman decided to sit by a still confused Britt siting on the couch, looking at them both as if they were talking to air.
"Seriously, who is it you two are talking about?" Arthur said, blushing from anger. Francis just ignored him and gave the Englishman's ass a quick grope, which was answered angrily with the Britt's tea being spilled over the Frenchman's head. Alfred, having a short intention span when it came to his brother, just smiled and sat by Arthur, hiding the fact that he noticed Francis's advance, and was using a small kiss on Arthur's cheek to say 'back of bitch, hes mine'. Matthew starred at the three a little, angrily... they had really just forgotten about him? when they were hellbent on Ivan's death. knowing Francis, if he got mad, he would be serving up the Russian to the Guillotine, and Alfred would simply shoot to kill. But no... it seemed they had better things to do... Matthew didn't know if he should be angry that he was ignored, or grateful that they forgot about Ivan.
"I. GOT. YOU!" Ivan said, giggling as he pulled on the small Canadian boy's curl that always protruded from the center of his hair. Matthew let out a squeak and held the curl at the base on his head.
"OK! OK! NOW LET GO! YOU GOT ME!" He said, with tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Ivan frowned, blushing a bit from childish embarrassment.
"B-BUT IF I LET GO! YOU'LL JUST LEAVE AGAIN DA!" Ivan said, his own tears starting to fall. "I DONT VANT YOU TO LEAVE ME AGAIN MATVEY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" The Russian cried, still holding onto his curl. Matthew winced, starring up at Ivan and trying to smile.
"Pu- please Ivan... i promise ill stay, just let go..." The small boy said, wincing again as he felt another strong tug on the curl. The Russian boy sniffed and exchanged another glance with him. "P-Promise... Promise you will never leave me..." Ivan said, sniffing again.
"I PU-ROMI-SEEE!" Matthew said, trying to keep from crying from the strange feelings forming in the pit of his stomach from the curl. "Please Ivan! it feels so weird!"
"Matvey will NEVER leave... he will always stay vith Ivan... forever and ever... da?" Ivan said, loosening his grip on the Canadian's curl, and crying still, but now with a look of childish hope and happiness on his face.
"Of course..." Matthew said as Ivan gently let go. "Forever and ever~ ok?" Matthew said, giggling as he hugged the Russian. Ivan took everything so seriously. It was just tag. It didn't mean he would really leave him.
Ivan continued to pain in his trance like state, now making a thin, loop-de-loop blonde curl, protruding from the center of the golden locks he drew.
An hour passed by... an hour of Francis and Alfred waging mental war with a poor britt in between them, and an invisible Canadian opposite of the trio. Matthew sighed and starred at his phone... about now, he really wished he had Ivan's number... it would be nice to actually talk to him. He would have to get the number next time he saw him. Matthew sighed and rubbed his neck, allowing his shirt's collar to stretch down a bit... revealing a rather large hickey. It took a moment for Matthew to process the transition from Francis sitting on the couch, to hovering over him, followed by a now renewed angry American.
"Whats the diagnosis?" Alfred said sternly, fumbling for his gun. Frances leaned down and sniffed at the abused skin.
"Its around 6 hours old, duration about, eh, 1 hour to 2... and very..." Francis gave it another sniff. "Russian." He said, his tongue rolling as he spoke the name that was forever taboo in the American's ears.
"Ah... is that SO." Alfred said, glaring accusingly at his brother. "Im guessing it was not consensual?" He said, glaring more.
"Well, uh, actually America, i think he wanted it-" Alfred ignored Francis, holding the gun sideways and smirking. He would put a cap in Russia's ass gangster style. yeah. Cool... gangster style yo ** XDXD just had too **.
Matthew fearfully got up when Francis got off of him, and tried to hide the large blush on his face. "Please. please! of course it was consensual! don't Alfred!" Matthew said, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes. What could he do? God, how could he warn Ivan!
"Lad, you seem pale, you alright?" Arthur said as Canada sat by him. Matthew gasped a little, did he really just notice him? "Alfred, im talking to you, don't just gape at me." Arthur said, sipping some more of his tea. oh... that explained it.
"Uh, sorry Arthur, im not America, im Canada eh... you know, your colony?" Matthew said, smiling at him.
Arthur blushed in embarrassment. "Oh? really, so sorry. Bloody hell, must be getting too old." Arthur said, laughing a bit as he sipped more tea. Who was Canada? ah, it didnt matter, it wasnt Alfred, he would just have to remember that. "well, uh... whats wrong?" Arthur said, changing the subject.
"Oh... well... those two are going to try and kill Russia..." Matthew said, sulking a bit as he heard Alfred and Francis conversing on their battle plan. Arthur frowned and did something... surprising.
"YOU TWO GITS! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!" He yelled, smacking both of them upside the head. "Honestly? what was the point of coming here if you both were just going to pick fights with other countries?" The Englishman said angrily. Alfred and Francis both turned around, Francis's face carrying an annoyed look, and Alfred carrying a tearful look.
"But IGGY! He raped Mattie!" Alfred wined, his gun dropped to ground from the hit to the head.
"I don't want to hear about your Imaginary friends America, nor about how Russia somehow raped them. That is extremely inappropriate language, i should wash out your mouth with soap!" Arthur said, not letting up on his scolding tone. Alfred continued to wine, but, it was obvious that it didn't really bother him. Attention from Arthur was attention from Arthur, and Alfred was an attention hog. The longer it went on the better. Francis just frowned and left him to get scolded, better Alfred than him. Francis sat by Matthew and half smiled.
"Dont worry, im sure hell forget halfway through their idiotic conversation mon cher. " Francis said, smiling at Matthew. Matthew smiled back at him. Papa was there for him, id least half way. The two sat in silence as Alfred and Arthur argued.
"There, all done." Ivan said, wiping sweat from his forehead. He stared at the painting in... shock. What did he just paint? The painting was beautiful. It was a snowy landscape, with trees to either side and mountains in the distance. In the center were two boys... two small boys. both were holding hands and sitting in the snow together. The boy to the left was smaller than the boy to the right, and had beautiful longish blond hair that framed his face, and a loop-de-loop curl protruding from the center of his hair. He wore nothing but a white sheet that almost blended into his white-pink skin completely. His eyes were a stunning bright violet color, and shined in what appeared to be moonlight, since the sky above them was dark, and held stars. He glowed like the sun. To his right, holding his small hand was a boy with ashed silver blond hair that delicately framed his face. Atop the hair was a fur hat, one that was just a tad too big for his head, and slightly covered one of his brilliant violet eyes that glowed in the moonlight like the blond's. Unlike the blond's, which were had a warmth to them, his were cold. His skin was pale white as the snow that surrounded them, and unlike the other boy who wore merely a sheet, he wore a large fur coat, and a large pink scarf, as if he feared the cold... while the other embraced it. The two were smiling at each other, holding hands and staying close as they could. They looked perfect... like they belonged together... like they were made for each other.
Ivan smiled... sure, it was kind of creepy that it was not what he thought to paint, nor was it an image he knew he had ever seen, but it was cute. The Russian took care in framing it and placed it on the wall.
"There... now this room is perfect da..." He said, smiling as he stared at it, his dream coming back to him. He wondered just what it meant...
He sighed, starring at the smaller version of Matthew... his Matthew. He longed for him now... so bad... Ivan sighed and layed on the rug, gently dosing off.
Author's Thoughts- so, its up. surprisingly closer to my update on the last chapter -im talking devart wise, on here its been longer-. So, yeah... this chapter flowed extremely well, and i found myself easily writing it. I loved writing it and i hope you enjoy~ next one soon i hope~
I do not own Hetalia, Russia, Canada, America, England, france, Owl City's song Vanilla Twilight, you know what, you get it X3