Holy Frijoles! I updated two days in a row! This chapter is slightly shorter and contains sadism and USxUK. You have been warned. Enjoy!

Ivan crumpled up the note and put it in his pocket, in case he needed it later. He was storming to his room when he saw America talking to himself loudly. Ivan went over to him and swiftly punched him in the nose, making a satisfying crack as America again flew to the floor.

"What the fuck, asshole?! Are you already drunk you fucking Commie bastard," America whined, rubbing his now broken nose. Ivan gave an animalistic growl and kicked him hard in the stomach. America crumpled into a ball as Ivan continued kicking him. When he finally stopped, America peeked up, to find Ivan holding his pipe over his head.

"I shall ask you only once, you fucking prick. Where. Is. Mathew?" Ivan emphasized the last few words with a harsh kick.

"I'm not going to tell you, you fucking Commie." America spat blood at Ivan's feet.

"Togda !," Ivan growled, bringing down the pipe.

"Noo," someone yelled, slamming into Ivan's side and pushing him down. Ivan growled, about to choke whoever dared get in the way of his revenge, when he realized who was laying on top of him.

"Mathew?!" Mathew smiled and nodded.

"Hey." America slowly got up.

"Wha-…but…I locked you in that room myself!" Mathew snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, from the inside." Ivan, who had been laying there, shocked, shook his head and wrapped his arms around Mathew, pulling him close.

"I am so happy that you are safe, malyutka." Mathew smiled and curled on top of his chest.

"And I'm happy to see you. Now, why don't we go back to your room, okay?" Ivan smiled and nodded. He slowly got up, making sure he didn't drop Mathew. As he got up, England appeared from around the corner. England was walking along, laughing and nodding his head for some reason, until he noticed America slowly getting up.

"What the bloody hell happened to you?" Then he saw Ivan carrying Mathew. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Let me guess. He did something to separate you two and failed in the way that only an American plan could: spectacularly." They nodded. He sighed again.

"Well, you two better get out of here before he tries something dumb. Again." America struggled to get up.

"H-hey. I don't do anything dumb. I do only smart and heroic stuff. Cause I'm the hero." At this he shakily pointed at himself and gave a weak smile. England narrowed his eyes, bent down, and poked America's broken nose, causing the obnoxious nation to promptly pass out.

"Well, I'll just take him back to my room to take care of his sorry ass. I'll see you later. Oh, and Ivan?"

"Yes?"

"Hurt my Mathew and I'll sic Mint Bunny on you. And he hasn't had his magical rabies shot yet." Ivan slowly nodded, not sure what to think. He turned around and went back to his room with Mathew. He set Mathew on the couch and sat down next to him. They smiled and softly kissed each other, their kiss filled with love. They were starting to become more passionate when both of their stomachs growled. They leaned away from each other and nervously laughed. Mathew went over to the kitchen and opened the cupboards.

"I'll make some pancakes, okay?" Ivan nodded and went over to the kitchen as well.

"I'll help." They finished making the pancakes and ate together, a calm silence around them as they ate.

Earlier:

England was walking along the halls with his friends, arguing with French Unicorn.

"But Uni, kappas are nice creatures. I met one when I was at Japan's place and he was very polite." The unicorn snorted.

"You thought Alfred was a small, innocent child until you saw him throw that bear around."

"He was still cute though." Mint Bunny flew in front of him.

"Not as cute as me, right?" England smiled and patted his head.

"Of course not, you are very adorable, Minty." They all laughed and nodded as they rounded the corner, when they saw Alfred on the floor.

Later:

Once Uni got Alfred back to England's room and on the couch, he left with the rest of England's friends. England got a wet washcloth and his first-aid kit. As he was wiping the blood of the man's face, he came to.

"Wha-where am I?" England continued cleaning his face.

"You're up. Good. I didn't want to do it while you were asleep."

"What are you tal-OOOWWWWWW!" Alfred yowled as England pushed his nose back into place. He turned away and rubbed his nose, tears in his eyes.

"What the fuuuck?"

"Oh, don't be a baby. Now, take off your shirt." Alfred turned towards him, leaned back and smirked."

"Oh, so you're into that kind of thing, hu-Owowowow," he whined after England flicked his nose.

"To take care of your back, you bloody wanker." Alfred pouted and nodded, standing up and turning around as he pulled off his shirt. England admired the younger nation's broad and muscled back. He admired it for a bit too long because America turned his head slightly and asked,

"Uh, is something wrong, Iggy?" Arthur glared and hit one of his bruises, Alfred gasping from the sensation as it went to his groin. Arthur smirked and licked it. Alfred shivered, trying to turn around to get to the smaller man, but Arthur put a foot on his ass and pushed him down.

"Stay there, sweetheart. I have to treat your wounds," he said sweetly, as he got out the alcohol. He bent down and stuffed the washcloth into Alfred's mouth. He whispered into his ear,

"Hang onto that, okay sweetie?" Alfred nodded and Arthur straightened and smirked as he poured the alcohol over Alfred's back, causing him to yell and whine. When he was done, he took Alfred's hand and lead him to bedroom. He kissed him.

"Come on, I'll help you feel better." Alfred followed eagerly, watching Arthur's hips sway sensually.

I didn't realiza until the end that I made this chapter mostly about England and America. Oh well. Until next Time! And remember, reviews make me update faster.

Transalations:

Togda !-Then die!