Sorry this has taken so long, I have no excuse guys. Enjoy.

Ch 10: No Day But Today

Amelia wrapped her arms around her middle as she walked down the busy Vancouver sidewalk. Things were really hopping, the city was completely crowded due to the upcoming Olympics. Matthew was completely overwhelmed so she had decided not to invite herself to stay at his place so she wouldn't have to deal with her brother's freak outs.

She arrived at the hotel where she was staying and strolled through the lobby ready to return to her warm room and order some room service. The desk staff waved to her and she grinned their way, completely not paying attention as she walked hard into a solid mass. Amelia stumbled back and groaned as a pair of hands grasped her shoulders. As she opened her eyes she was bemused to find a pair of huge boobs in her face; well they were in a sweater but still.

"Are you alright Amelia?" Katya murmured, directing the stunned nation to sit in a chair by the fireside lounge.

"I just ran straight into your tits," Amelia said dazedly. "How are you even tall enough for that to be possible?"

"Hmm? Oh I am wearing my parka boots," Katya said with a smile. "Matvey enjoys the way they look."

"Huh," Amelia remarked recovering from the impact. "How is the little Canuck?"

"A little tense," Katya sighed. "But tonight I insisted we are having nice relaxing pancake dinner, just the two of us."

"Cute," Amelia said. "So how come you're at my hotel? Did you drop by to see your favorite North American?"

"I did stop by your room to see if you were around after I saw Natalia and Ivan," Katya remarked making Amelia's eyes widen. "Apparently their room reservations became mixed up and someone had put the two of them in the honeymoon sweet together. Vanya was quite upset."

"I'll bet," Amelia grimaced. "I didn't realize any other countries were staying here, but I guess that's what you get with this being the most kick ass hotel in the city."

"Da," the older nation replied. "I am going to return home-I mean to Matvey's home."

Amelia smiled at the slip. Those two were becoming pretty serious and she was glad for it.

"Sure thing. We'll have to go out for some poutine while we're here for the Winter games," Amelia said.

"Of course!"

"Hey sis wait!"

Amelia's heart skipped a beat as the heavily accented Russian voice met her ears. She looked over to see Ivan rushing towards Katya with a pair of pink gloves in his hand.

It had been sometime since the World Meeting. She's been considering things, not wanting to rush in. For all her rashness, she wanted to make the right decision so no one got hurt. Now it seemed like it was time to go ahead with her choice.

"You nearly forgot. I know these Canadian winters are mild but you should not go out without them," Ivan remarked handing over the gloves.

Amelia stood up from her seat and Ivan finally noticed her. His purple eyes softened and he opened his mouth, but then closed it.

"Privyet Ivan," she greeted him.

"Hello Amelia."

"I'll see you both later," Katya said looking from her brother to her friend with a curious expression on her face. She leaned up and kissed Ivan on the cheek before waving and heading off.

"So uh looks like we booked the same hotel," she ventured unnecessarily.

"Da," Ivan said. "I-have you been well?"

She nodded feeling the urge to just wrap in her arms and hug him. But maybe later.

"Yeah I'm good," she stated. "But uh, I was wondering if we could maybe talk?"

"Alright," Ivan said cautiously.

"It would probably be better if we did this in my room," Amelia said determinedly, even though her face was hot and blushing.

Ivan licked his lips nervously and simply followed her in silence to the elevator. Amelia pressed the button for her floor and stood beside Ivan, already becoming overwhelmed by his warm presence and that scent of his that she realized she had missed. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his hands twisting slightly, nervously and that made her feel a little better. Now all they had to do was survive the short ride upstairs and talk things over. Shouldn't be too hard.

"Hold the elevator please!"

Ivan pressed the open button and Amelia sighed. Well at least having a few people would make things less tense. That was until about six burly athletic men piled in, pushing Amelia against towards the wall. Ivan shifted and put himself between her and the other men, pushing back to give her enough space. She looked up at him as the doors closed. His hands were pressed beside her forearms on the wall of the lift, his body so close she could feel his warmth as she remained pressed back against the wall. His eyes were closed, his brow knit slightly and his breathing irregular. She was becoming intoxicated with his scent, vodka and snow, drowning in it. Her hands clutched at the front of his sweater and she closed her eyes, as the presence of the other men faded away.

Finally after times seemed to stretch and crawl with them pressed up against one another, the elevator reached the first stop and the men filed out leaving nothing but the sound of harsh breaths and slightly shaking limbs.

"I think we should definitely not go back to my room," Amelia said more breathily than she'd intended, focusing on the front of the dark blue sweater in front of her.

"Why is that?" Ivan managed to ask in a husky voice.

Amelia's fingers dug into the fuzzy sweater as she looked up to find dilated heavy lidded purple eyes fixed on her.

"If we go in there," she murmured. "Dude I just wanna pounce on you…."

"Amelia stop torturing me!" Ivan cried out desperately. "I have been waiting for you and so fearful that you would reject me!"

The door opened and blue eyes met purple as they stared at one another.

"I was gonna tell you that I think we start going out," Amelia replied as the doors closed with a ping.

Ivan muttered something in Russian and hauled Amelia up into his arms. She gasped and locked her legs around his waist, while of his hands moved to cup her ass as she arms wound around his neck. Ivan's leg shot out and side kicked the emergency stop button halting their descent.

"That was so hot," she said in awe just before his mouth crashed over hers. His was warm, lips still chapped and she clung frantically to him, her mouth opening immediately as their tongues touched, fighting for control of the kiss.

He pressed her back against the wall, feeling dizzy and giddy. He had missed the taste of that lip gloss, a hint of cola clinging to her tongue as he tangled his hand in her hair and groaned into her mouth.

But eventually he pulled away, resting his face against her neck as he caught his breath.

"Little one," he sighed. "Does this mean you would accept an invitation to have dinner in a few weeks?"

She smiled, nodding breathlessly .

"Yeah I accept," she replied, looking up at him with her blue eyes.

She was gonna remember the way he smiled back at her, the way his mouth turned up softly and his purple eyes crinkled for a long time.