Russia heard a bang on his door but he ignored it, probably just another guard or a snowdrift, either way he didn't care. He continued to sit on the floor in front of the fire, trying to stay warm as The General coated his land in ice and snow. His thoughts drifted again to Canada, Russia was sure he needed help, no telling what France would do to him, but there was nothing Russia could do, so he sat. Russia began to drift off when something woke him, he wasn't sure but he swore he heard someone shout his name. He stood from where he was wrapped in a blanket on the floor and walked to the front door, he hesitantly opened it and immediately felt a gust of frozen air and snow, he blocked his face with his arm.
"Is anyone there?!" Russia shouted over the wind, he waited for an answer.
Canada was watching Russia, weak and freezing, he tried desperately to shout again but his voice was gone. Russia couldn't see him and Canada couldn't speak. Canada wanted to cry but his eyes were frozen, so he sat. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something, the figure of an old man with blue skin. The strange man didn't seem affected by the cold as he walked towards Canada, his eyes were locked on Russia.
Russia heard nothing but for some reason he felt he shouldn't close the door, like something was happening. He waited with the door open and ignored the cold until he heard another familiar voice.
"You have been lost for many centuries. It is time you found your path." The General's voice echoed through his mind and in the wind.
"What do you mean?" Russia answers back in his native tongue.
"It is time for you to open your eyes."
Canada hear the old man speak in Russian but his mind was to overwhelmed to try translating it, Russia answered with a confused tone though and a few moments later the man replied and then disappeared into the snow whirling around them. Russia blinked and looked shocked for a moment before he looked down and, for the first time, locked eyes with Canada.
"O moy Bog!" Russia exclaimed in shock, he immediately knelt down to pick Canada up and brought him inside, shutting the door with his foot and briskly walking over to the fire, setting Canada's frozen body on the blanket laid on the floor. Russia began stripping him of his clothing and Canada's face morphed to one of confusion and fright. "Calm down. You must get these off so you warm up!" Russia informed him, once Canada was stripped to his underwear Russia began removing his own clothes, leaving on only his scarf and boxers.
If Canada hadn't be frozen nearly solid then he would have blushed as Russia laid behind him and pressed against his back, arms wrapped around him and face towards the fire. They laid there for what felt like hours, Canada eventually began shivering again and his skin began to warm from the fire and Russia's own body heat. Russia was silent and Canada wasn't sure he recognized him without his voice so he tried once again to speak.
"Ru-" Canada was cut off by a fit of coughs and Russia held him tighter, face buried in the back of his neck. Canada felt Russia inhale deeply and then pull his face back. He wondered if Russia recognized his scent. "Rus-" Canada coughed again.
"Shh, you will hurt yourself." Russia whispered, Canada couldn't relax though, he needed to tell Russia who he was.
"Russia… I'm…" Kumajiro walked into the room then and when he saw Canada he ran up and cuddled against him. Canada looked down to the small bear cub and smiled, glad he was ok.
"Food?" The bear asked and Russia's eyes widened, he sat up and looked down at the two of them, eyes trailing over Canada's body. According to Canada Kumajiro only acted this way to Russia and his owner… That meant…
"Canada?" Russia asked, Canada looked up at him and managed a shy smile. Russia's breath caught in his throat and tears welled in his eyes once again, Canada was ok, he was here and alive and (relatively) unharmed. The tears fell down Russia's cheeks and Canada sat up slowly and hugged him around the neck, Russia hugged him back tightly, as if if he let go Canada would disappear and not be real. They sat and held each other for a long time, until the fire began to die, and when they let go it was to feed the flame and stare at each other, eyes locked and sparkling with joy and desire.
"Russia," Canada's voice was almost back now, the ice having been melted from his body and his muscles warm, "I… I think I-" Russia cut him off, his slightly chapped lips pressed to Canada's softer ones, one hand on his cheek and the other around his waist. Canada's eyes widened a bit before sliding shut as he melded his lips to Russia's. After a moment they parted, Canada's eyes lidded and Russia staring lovingly at the younger nation.
"Ivan. My name is Ivan." Russia whispered, Canada was shocked for a moment before responding.
"Mine is Matthieu." They both smile and Russia traces his fingers over Canada's cheeks and lips.
"Matvey…" Russia smiles and Canada shivers at the foreign sound. "Will you… Will you stay here with me?" Russia's eyes were hopeful but Canada could tell he was scared, scared that Canada would say no. Canada sighed and leaned into Russia's gentle touch.
"I need to get back to my country but for now I'm all yours." Canada smiled and placed a soft kiss on Russia's lips, Russia kissed back and set his hand on the smaller nation's hip.
"Matvey… Become one with me…" Canada's breath hitched as Russia pulled him into his lap, Canada's legs on either side of Russia's hips. They stared at eachother for awhile, Russia waiting for an answer and Canada trying to find one. Canada bit his lip and looked away, taking a deep breath before answering.
"Yes Ivan." Russia's eyes widened and he smiled in joy, he kissed Canada hard and held him by the waist, leaning forward until Canada was lying on his back on the blanket. Canada sighed happily and wrapped his arms around Russia's neck, arching his back as Russia ran a hand up his stomach. Russia licked Canada's lips and Canada opened his mouth, tasting the alcohol on Russia's tongue as he eagerly explored the new territory. Russia felt Canada's hands slowly pull at his scarf and froze for a moment, Canada stopped and waited while Russia sat up on his knees. Russia looked away and closed his eyes before reaching up and slowly unwrapping his scarf, letting it fall to the side and looking down at Canada.
Canada's eyes widened when he saw the scars, he already knew about a lot of them but he was not expecting the one jagged line all the way around his neck, it branched off like lightning and it was red instead of silver and white like the rest of them. Canada reached up and traced a finger over it, watching Russia shiver at the light touch to such a sensitive area.
"What is this one from?" Canada wasn't sure why he asked or even wanted to know but he felt like this was important. Russia was silent, biting his lip and think through his words carefully.
"When the Bolsheviks took over I was locked in the basement of the Kremlin… They needed to break me in order to gain control so they kept me down there for years…" Russia reached up and ran a finger over the scar until his hand met Canada's, resting over is and bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on the palm. "They wrapped barbed wire around my neck, I tried to get it off many times but I could not. That is why my hands are scarred as well." Russia explained, Canada frowned at the story and placed his hand on Russia's cheek.
"You don't have to be scared anymore." Canada wasn't sure of what he was talking about but Russia looked much happier after he said it. "Now are we gonna talk all night? Or do you want to warm me up some more?" Canada smirked and Russia smiled before laying Canada back down and kissing him once more. Canada wrapped his arms back around Russia's neck and let his fingers dig into the muscles of his back, Russia felt the strong grip and light trace of nails and groaned, grinding down into Canada and drawing a gasp from him. Canada arched up into him and tipped his head back, eyes closed in pleasure and mouth slightly open, breathing heavy. Russia trailed kisses down Canada's jaw and neck, latching onto a collar bone and switching between sucking and biting until a dark purple mark formed. Canada moaned as Russia trailed lower, reaching a nipple and nipping it, one hand was gripping Canada's hip and the other was pinching and flicking the other nipple.
"Ivan, I need… More." Canada sighed, muscles relaxing and hands falling to his sides in surrender. Russia didn't waste time, quickly reaching down and pulling Canada's boxers down his legs. Canada wasn't expecting that so quickly and so he squeaked in surprise, covering his face in embarrassment from both the sound and suddenly being bare in front of Russia. Russia let out a deep chuckle and pulled Canada's hands away from his face, looking at him with a soft smile.
"There is no need to be shy." Russia insisted, Canada nodded and laid his arms back down at his sides, watching Russia as he removed his own boxers.
Canada had been waiting what felt like forever for this but now he suddenly wasn't sure, his thoughts kept trailing back to France and what had happened just yesterday. Could he really do this? He really wanted to but…
"W-Wait." Canada stuttered out as Russia had leaned down to kiss him once again, Russia stopped immediately and looked back up to Canada.
"What is it Matvey?" Russia asked with curious eyes, trying to hold down the hunger rising in his stomach. He needed to be sure that Canada wanted this as much as he did.
"I… I don't know if I can do this… I just- I don't…" Canada looked ready to cry and Russia frowned, reaching out to wipe a tear away and tilt Canada's chin up to look at him.
"We do not have to. It is your choice." Russia assured calmly, he wanted to continue so badly but if Canada was not ready then he would hold himself back as long as needed.
"You… Aren't mad?" Canada was so confused, France had been so upset with him but Russia was giving him the power to decide. Canada looked into Russia's eyes and searched them for any form of anger or sadness but all he found there was love and adoration.
"Nyet." Russia sat up again and handed Canada his underwear, Canada sat up aswell and bowed his head. "I could never be upset with you Matvey."
Canada bit his lip again when a thought popped into his head, he wasn't ready for Russia but… Maybe…
"Ivan… Would you… Would you bottom for me?" Canada looked up to find Russia to be, not shocked, but smiling…
"If that is what you want then da, I will." Canada was in shock, Russia didn't mind bottoming, Canada had been so unsure but if Russia was ok with it then he was not going to argue.
Canada nodded and Russia leaned back, smiling reassuringly. Canada crawled over Russia, settling between his legs and leaning down to place a kiss on his lips, Russia leaned up to return the kiss and when they broke apart he whispered in Canada's ear something that made Canada's cock throb.
"I have never been with a man so please be gentle."
Canada felt a sudden swell of determination and he leaned down and trailed his tongue up Russia's neck, the larger man shivered and gripped Canada's hip with one hand, forcing Canada to grind the bare bodies against eachother. Canada let out a moan at the feeling of Russia's erection against his own and Russia clenched his jaw in pleasure. Canada was using one hand to support himself as his other traced over the muscles of Russia's stomach and sides, mapping out the feeling of his body and burning the memory into his mind. Russia had been quiet in his pleasure until Canada leaned down and bit his neck, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave a mark. That's when Russia whimpered and fuck if that didn't go straight to Canada's dick. Russia dug his nails into Canada's back and spread his legs wider, Canada moaned and released his neck, leaning back and taking in Russia's flustered and out of breath form.
"Are you ready?" Canada asked, a smirk on his face but a careful and gentle looking his eyes. Russia nodded and closed his eyes, relaxing and trusting Canada not to hurt him. When Canada set a hand on the inside of Russia's thigh Russia could suddenly feel everything, the heat of Canada's soft hand and the fire, the cold floor under the blanket, the blood throbbing in his erection as Canada leans down and wraps his mouth around the head.
Russia's back arched off the floor and his eyes shot open as the wet heat of Canada's mouth engulfed him, he let out a half moan half growl and gripped Canada's soft hair in his hands. Canada smirked around Russia's cock and took more into his mouth, it was already making his jaw ache but if Russia felt good then Canada was happy. As he began to bob his head Russia slowly relaxed into the feeling, focusing on not pulling the younger nation's hair too hard and just enjoying the feeling, when Canada was about halfway down Russia held him there and waited. Canada was having trouble breathing and Russia was holding him down so he couldn't move, the only thing he could think to do was hum, after just a few seconds Russia pulled him off completely and Canada took deep breaths to ease his lungs.
"Matvey, please hurry, I want you." Russia begged in a breathy tone, Canada felt his cock twitch from the thought of being buried inside of Russia.
"Ok, just relax." Canada leaned forward again and sucked his fingers for a moment, Russia saw this and became slightly confused.
"Matvey what are you doing?" Russia furrowed his eyebrows and frowned, Canada looked back up to his face and removed his fingers from his mouth.
"I have to stretch you out first, or else it will hurt. This would be easier with lube but spit will work for now." He explained and Russia seemed satisfied, leaning his head back again and closing his eyes.
Canada circled Russia's hole with one wet finger, watching Russia's face as he shivered, when Canada pressed it in he tensed up and bit his lip.
"Relax Ivan, you have to relax or it will hurt." Canada spoke softly and watched as Russia tried to relax, once he had loosened up enough for Canada to move his finger he twisted it and thrust in and out. Russia's jaw tightened and Canada could see the muscles in his leg flexing as he tried not to move, Canada reached out with his free hand and gripped Russia's member to distract him from any discomfort, by the way Russia stiffened up and groaned it was working.
Canada added another finger and spread them, Russia moaned at the foreign feeling and arched his back again, when Canada added a third his breathing picked up and he was an absolute mess. Canada smirked at the sight and decided to push Russia a little further, he crooked his fingers up and slammed them into Russia's prostate. Russia froze in place and his eyes flew open, his mouth hung open in a silent shout and his hands balled into the blanket underneath him, tearing the seams. Canada removed his fingers and watched Russia slowly relax again, once his mind had cleared a bit Russia squirmed and bucked his hips into the hand still holding his cock, he looked to Canada with pleading eyes.
"Matvey, please! I need more! Do that again!" Russia begged in his native tongue, apparently too overwhelmed to translate at the moment. Canada shook his head.
"We're done with that now Ivan, time for something bigger." Russia whined and Canada leaned over him, releasing his member and pressing just the tip of his own against Russia's well stretched hole. Russia tried to press down onto Canada but was held in place by the strong hands on his hips. Canada watched Russia's face as he held him down, waiting for that look, that desperate look that told him Russia was more than ready, the one that would break Canada's self control. Russia stared back at him with increasing distress and pleading eyes, he didn't understand why Canada hadn't done it already, what was he waiting for?
"Matvey… Please… I want to become one…" Canada saw it now, and as soon as he did he buried himself to the hilt.
Russia let out a loud moan and Canada could hardly keep himself from fucking him into the floor as he felt his ass trying to swallow more of him. Fuck Russia felt so good wrapped around his cock. Russia's nails were digging into Canada's back and his head was thrown back in absolute bliss, he had never felt so good in his long life, had never felt so whole. He didn't even know when he started talking but he heard himself begging for more, Canada gave it gladly, pounding into Russia and leaning down to suck on his neck again.
Canada could tell he wouldn't last long at this rate but fuck the noises Russia was making just made him want to go harder, Russia had his legs around Canada's back now and he could no longer contain his moans and screams of pleasure, who knew he would be such a vocal bottom? Canada never wanted it to end but as he felt himself nearing his peak he knew that he needed to finish Russia off first. He gripped Russia's cock and stroked it in time with his own frantic thrusts, Russia gripped his back harder and threw his head back, his whole body tensed up and spasmed as he was forced over the edge of bliss. He screamed a mix of Canada's name and sobs of pleasure as he came, the sticky cum covering Canada's hand and both their stomachs. Satisfied that Russia had cum first and overwhelmed by the feeling of his inner muscles fucking milking his cock Canada let himself go, pounding into Russia's tight ass and losing control of his strength. Canada's hands were leaving bruises on Russia's hips and he leaned down to rest his forehead against the larger nation's chest, with one final thrust he came into Russia, filling him and listening to the moans that still escaped his lips.
They laid there for awhile, exhausted and covered in sweat, Canada was still inside of Russia when the older nation sat up, holding Canada close and pressing a tender kiss to his hair.
"I love you Matvey." Russia proclaimed, closing his eyes and shivering as Canada finally pulled out.
"Ya tebya lublu Ivan." Canada said back with a smile.
