Yay , fast update! :D It's nice to have free time, I can write! Woo! Also, I just wanted to thank Froggiecool for telling me about searching HetaOni under Hetalia. I cried after reading some stories XD Anywho, enjoy the Chapter :)
Russia turned his head in time to see Belarus retrieve a knife from under her skirt. She lunged at Canada, so Russia had to act quickly. With lightning fast precision, Russia put himself between Canada and the livid Belarus. He made sure to keep Canada behind him as he intercepted Belarus' attack. The little girl's eyes widened as she realized that she had just struck her older brother.
It didn't hurt. The knife didn't even make contact with Russia's skin; however, his jacket had a large rip down the front. Belarus gasped and stepped back, dropping the knife as she did so. That was meant for that little blonde brat... Not my brother! She was horrified. Russia's face was completely dead pan, and for once, Belarus was scared. She was scared of what Russia might do. Usually, it was Russia who feared Belarus but this time the roles were switched.
"Belarus. That is enough." His tone was dangerously low, a sinister look in his eye. It was scolding-sounding, and yet there was a darker meaning behind it. No one tries to hurt Canada.
"B-But... Big brother-" she tried shooting a glare towards the Canadian who was behind a terrifying Russian.
"No. I will not let you hurt him." He cut in, making her look at him in the eyes. Her expression was confused, scared, angry, and disgusted. The latter two were directed at Canada.
"What does he have that I don't?!" she cried out hysterically. Her voice escalated into a screech as her rage boiled over. Belarus didn't understand. Why does Russia like him?
"A lot, Belarus!" Russia raised his voice to her level of volume. The girl winced at the harsh tone. She never heard him yell before. Not at her. He calmed down slightly and returned to a normal volume. "He means a lot to me. He is kind, honest and, unlike you, he actually loves me."
"But I love you!" She countered; her pitch and voice still high.
"Not for the right reasons, Belarus. You are my sister, and I do care for you. But, not when you keep trying to drive others out of my life. Canada is here to stay." Belarus was taken aback. Literally. She took a few steps back, with an unreadable expression on her face. Her eyes began to water but no tears fell. Before anything else was said, the girl turned on her heels and ran from the trees.
Russia didn't make a move. He stood his ground and waited for a few moments. Canada peeked around the silver-haired nation and tried to see Russia's expression.
"I-Ivan? Are you okay?" he asked meekly, afraid of the answer.
The larger nation looked down and still had a blank expression. Canada didn't know if he was alright or not. It was unreadable. Canada knew that Russia must feel horrible. Yes, Belarus may have annoyed Russia but she was his sister. Whenever Canada and America got into a fight, Canada would always feel bad afterwards. Especially if he made America cry. That did happen once. The two northern American nations got into a heated argument about oil. Canada did go a little over board and went into how selfish America was. He mentioned how America didn't notice him unless he needed something. Words were thrown like daggers, each one hitting America hard. It was years of pent-up frustration unleashed in one go. Immediately after, Canada apologized and bought the sulking American some ice-cream.
Russia still didn't answer. Canada frowned deeply. "M-Maybe you should g-go and...-" The blonde paused and tried to conjure up the right word. When Russia cut in.
"No. I know how manipulative she can be. That," he said, referring to the scene that just happened. "was all acting."
Canada was speechless. That was acting?! He thought. It was impressively realistic. Russia noticed the blonde's perplexed face. Curious as to what he was thinking, Russia asked "Is something wrong?"
"N-No, I just... That was really a-acting? She looked so..."
"Sad? Da, she does that but it's fine." His tone seemed distant. As if he was snapped out of a daze, Russia looked down to Canada. "You're okay, right?" As the blonde nodded, he led them both out of the cluster of trees. Belarus was nowhere to be seen in the parking lot and both nations were slightly relieved. Russia walked over to his car, with Canada still trailing behind them.
"Where's Al?" The Canadian looked around hoping to see an energetic blonde somewhere. "Don't tell me..." The car that belonged to America was no longer in the lot. He forgot me... Russia looked at the blonde, expecting him to continue.
"Come back to my place, da?" Russia said whilst unlocking the door to his car. Canada smiled at the invitation and hopped into the passenger's side of Russia's car. The two rolled up to the larger house that belonged to Russia.
Russia watched the small blonde meekly walk around the house. "Hey Ivan?" he called over his shoulder.
"Da?"
"I have a question... How long have you... ya know... 'liked' me?" It was a question that Canada had on his mind for a while. He truly was curious.
Russia made a thoughtful hum before answering. "A while. I don't remember when I first started noticing you... I just always have." Canada nodded then a sudden realization hit him.
"Wait... Do you remember that one meeting?"
"Which one?" Russia asked with a hiked brow and an amused grin. Canada crossed his arms over his chest and raised both eye brows.
"The one where you sat on me." Russia burst out into laughter and Canada just stared. The sound Russia made when he laughed was so... strange. It was a very pleasant sound. Very happy. Canada never heard him laugh before. Well, not a genuine happy laugh; usually it was his 'kolkolkol' laugh.
"I remember that meeting." He said with a smirk. "Best chair ever."
"You knew?!" Canada gasped. Russia's grin grew as he couldn't contain his laughter. The blonde's jaw dropped. Russia knew he was there. He sat on me... On purpose! The Canadian began to see the hilarity behind it and let out a giggle. "I can't believe that." The blonde said between chuckles.
"Admit it. You liked it, da?" The Russian said with a large smile. Canada rolled his eyes with a small smile.
"My legs were numb." He remarked with a small laugh.
The silver-haired nation plopped down onto the couch and snorted. "I'm sure they were." He said with a joking tone.
"Eh! How would you like it if I sat on you?!" Canada pointed at the Russian and said with a joking-offended tone.
Russia stuck his bottom lip out in exaggerated thought then replied. "I think I'd like that very much."
"Oh yeah?" he asked with raised eye brows. Challenge accepted. Canada walked over to the couch and dropped down onto Russia's lap. He pressed his back against Russia's chest and threw his head back to look at him. "How 'bout now?"
The Russian let out a guffaw. "Maybe if you sat properly..."
"What do you mean 'if I sat properly'?" Canada asked bemused.
Russian grinned wickedly. Within seconds, Canada was flipped and ended facing the smirking nation. His legs were straddling Russia's and he was pressed up against the larger nation's chest. "Like this, Mattvey." Russia said into the blushing Canadian's ear. The hot breath sent tingles all the way down Canada's spine.
Oh my God! Canada mentally screeched. The position he was in was a very... interesting one. His lower stomach curled and he felt those tingles pooling into his 'vital regions'. Russia's body heat radiated out to Canada, and he felt the closeness. Arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. Canada was so close that he was sure Russia could hear his heartbeat. It was beating rapidly and he felt that it might just explode. He felt like he might just explode.
Russia loved the feeling of Canada on his lap. The small blonde was so warm and it just felt right. That stray curl caught his attention, and Russia reached out for it. He grasped it between his fingers and gently tugged it. The Canadian let out a sharp gasp and tilted his head back. The larger nation took that opportunity to kiss Canada's neck. The blonde's breath quickened and the pleasure that ran through his veins made him moan when Russia's lips kissed his skin. The noises that Canada made were like music to Russia's ears.
"I-I-Ivan" he tried saying between breaths. Said Russian 'hmm'd in response and continued lapping at the creamy skin. "I-I... Ah!" Canada gasped as the sweet spot on his neck was found. He could practically feel Russia smirking against his skin as he sucked on that spot.
"Does Mattvey like that?" The barely audible noise Canada made while nodding his head vigorously made Russia go back to playing with the curl. "Da, I think you do~" He purred onto Canada's parted lips. Canada composed himself and hooked his arms around Russia's neck.
"You have n-no idea, eh?" he said before crashing his lips to Russia's. While he tried to fight for dominance, his hands went to Russia's coat. Canada was determined to get that coat off. Russia enjoyed the sudden outburst. The fight for dominance was short-lived as Russia took it over, but he admired the little blonde's spirit. The jacket was much easier to get off this time. Perhaps it was because there was a massive rip in the front of it. Next, Canada went to Russia's scarf.
The Russia tensed as he felt air hit his exposed neck. Canada paused and looked at Russia's neck. More specifically, his scars. Gently, he reached his fingers out and gingerly traced over the lacerations. Russia never showed anyone those scars. Never. It felt weird to have someone looking at them. But this wasn't just 'anyone'. Canada was different. He didn't know why, but he expected a different reaction. The small blonde wasn't repulsed or disgusted, like Russia would have expected. He was curious enough to touch them, and he wasn't touching them harshly either. Instead, he softly caressed them.
"M-Mattvey...?" Russia called out softly.
"It didn't hurt, did it?" he asked looking striaght into Russia's eyes. Russia was surprised when he saw worry in the Canadian's indigo orbs. He never expected anyone to care, let alone be worried.
"It didn't." was all Russia could say. He didn't know how to respond to that question.
Canada smiled, looking relieved to hear such a thing. That puzzled the Russian even more. The small blonde began placing soft kisses along Russia's neck. At first, Russia tensed. He wasn't perpared for someone to do that but... It felt good. It felt really good. His head fell back as the Canadian continued to kiss and gently suck the sensitive skin. A small moan left Russia's lips as Canada lingered on a certain spot.
"I see why you like this so much, now." he said breathlessly. Canada let out a small laugh, and his hot breath tickled the skin. It viberated along his neck and travelled down his spine. "Gah, Mattvey... That feels good."
The blonde couldn't help but giggle as he found a ticklish spot on Russia. The Russian squirmed childishly under Canada as he traced his tongue over the new found discovery. "M-M-Mattvey!" he cried out between his chuckles as he tried to jerk away. Russia reminded Canada of a small child; constantly laughing and squirming, as he both loved and hated the sensation at the same time.
If anyone else touched him like that, they would probably end up dead. Normally, he hated being touched. With Canada that was a different story. Russia longed for his touch. Even if it was this... whatever it was. Russia concluded that he was being 'tickled' and he actually liked. Not that he would ever admit it. Canada finally stopped and sat back on Russia's lap with a giant cocky smile gracing his lips.
"Oh, you're gonna get it." Russia said with a wicked glint behind his eyes. Before Canada could say anything, Russia tackled him to the couch. His smirk grew as he pinned the Canadian and began to tickle him without mercy. Canada's reaction, in Russia's opinion, was hilarious. The Canadian shouted and giggled as he tried to jerk and squirm away from the touch.
"I-Ivan! Stop!" He shouted breathlessly between his fits of laughter. Canada tried to cover his stomach, both to block Russia and to stop his laughing. His legs flailed in the air, kicking and circling, as the Canadian then tried twisting his body away from Russia's hands. Russia now saw why Canada liked to tickle him. It was fun.
Russia loved Canada's laugh. It was infectious as it filled the empty house with it's beautiful sound. He almost didn't want to stop as he absolutely loved the sound of Canada laughing. Eventually, though, Russia let up and placed his hands on either side of Canada's head. The two just stayed like that for a while, looking into each ofher's eyes. Canada was breathing heavily as a cute smile took over his features. Russia was also a bit breathless and... Happy. He was happy.
The Canadian let out a small giggle. "I didn't know you were ticklish."
"Niether did I." he agreed quietly.
Canada went up to Russia level and kissed him. With an arm around the larger nation's shoulders, he pulled him down. Russia went along with it, loving how Canada could be so spontaneous. From there it was decided. Russia realized that he did truly love Canada. He loved everything about that blonde. Russia couldn't bear the thought of being alone, certainly not now when he enjoyed Canada's company so much. Russia didn't know what he would do if Canada chose someone else. He shook that thought from his head. No, he's here. With me. Not Prussia or anyone else.
"Mattvey...?" he called out when they broke away for air.
"Yes?"
"Would you mind staying the night?" Russia asked sheepishly, almost afraid the blonde might reject him. Instead, Canada smiled.
"You want me to stay? Really?" he asked excitedly. Russia nodded and Canada pulled him into a hug. "I'd love to!"
Russia smiled, he wasn't going to be alone.