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(I Don't Own Hetalia)

Summary: Matthew is kidnapped by a large Russian man named Ivan, Ivan thinking that Matthew is Alfred, has captured him to use him as a way to make money from Arthur. Whilst in Ivan's hold Matthew starts to suffer from Stockholm syndrome and it's affects are directed at Ivan. Rated M for abuse, torture, kidnapping and sexual content.

Characters in order of mention:

(For those who don't know the countries names this will help ^^))

Matthew – Canada

Ivan – Russia

Gilbert - Prussia

Chapter 11

When Matthew awoke the first thing he felt before he even opened his eyes was the slight throbbing in his lower regions. He shifted to try and lie on his side to get comfy, only for his face to come into contact with something warm and soft. His eyes flew open as his heart rate accelerated due to sheer panic. He looked up nervously to see Ivan's sleeping face, his breathing was so quiet it made the timid blonde wonder if he was even still alive. 'What the hell happened why is he laying wi… oh no… last night we…oh god.' His face flushed several different shades of red, as he closed his eyes whimpering. He couldn't understand how he'd let himself get that way, he felt like such a slut.

He counted backwards from ten quietly to try and calm himself by the time he reached zero he felt much better, that was until Ivan's eyes opened slowly. The Russian blinked sleepily at Matthew before smiling a little his eyes closing again.

"Hello Matvey." Ivan said gently as his eyes opened once more blinking a few times as to get used to the sunlight in the room. Matthew squeaked nervously causing the Russian to chuckle and pull him close. "Vat? Are you being afraid of me again?"

Matthew shook his head frantically trying to sit up but his back and bum hurt too much. "Owww," He mumbled rubbing his back with his hand. Ivan seemed to notice this and smiled softly, which again wasn't something Matthew was used to as when Ivan smiled like this he didn't seem so psychotic. Ivan's hand gently went down stroking the younger boy's back.

"Perhaps I should have been gentler with you, da? You seem to be fragile like a sunflower." Ivan said before he grinned, his face seemed to light up with excitement. "Da! I shall call you my little sunflower from now on, da Matvey?"

Matthew flushed at the pet name Ivan had given him unsure of what to make of it. On the plus side it made him feel happy, special almost by the fact Ivan associated him with something he obviously loved. On the other end of Matthew's mind he wasn't sure whether or not to be insulted by the blow to his manly pride.

Eventually Matthew was able to sit up, though it hurt what with the constant throbbing. Ivan smiled ruffling his hair saying he'd go get breakfast and return with pancakes with maple syrup. Of course he knew Matthew's favourite food by now as every time he asked Matthew what he wanted to eat, Matthew would say pancakes with maple syrup. Matthew watched him leave, blushing as he pulled his hoodie and boxers on as to be somewhat decent. Looking up he was stunned to see a male entering the room with a smirk on his face. The silver hair and red eyes were a give away as Matthew recognised him instantly as the man who helped kidnap him.

"allo birdie."

Matthew paled realising this was the man who'd hit him the first day he was here. "W…What do you want?" Matthew asked nervously.

"Tssk not very polite are you? The awesome me came to visit you and yet you can't even be polite? The name's Gilbert, learn it quick cuz I'll be a legend one day." The man smirked. Matthew gulped nodding his head nervously, as he noticed a small yellow bird in the man's hair.

"Oh I see you've noticed the awesome Gilbird? He's mine." Gilbert grinned walking over bending over slightly to meet Matthew's gaze. "You know you're a real loud one, I could hear you from my room and I'm the next floor up. But I guess Ivan's gotta get what he can outta you."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb, you don't actually think he cares do you? You're just a little subject of frustration to him till he gets that novelist." Gilbert said calmly. "You know I can see the resemblance you're just like Francis, never kept his legs closed when he was your age."

Matthew paled, this man knew his papa. "You don't know anything about Papa."

"Don't I?" Gilbert started to laugh "I know damn well what Francis was like when he was younger, he'd jump any cock he saw. Are you the same? I wouldn't mind havin' a go at yah. Doesn't really matter if Francis finds out, he and I don't talk much anymore anyway." Gilbert smirked cupping Matthews face. "What do yah say kid fancy letting the awesome me take a whack at yah?"

"NO!" Matthew pushed him away hard, his eyes wide with fright and anger. "You shut up, you know NOTHING about my papa. He's a good man and he wouldn't associate with a hoser like you!"

Gilbert seemed stunned before he began to laugh hysterically his red eyes darkening to almost a blood red. "Oh really?"

"M…Maple" Matthew flushed red, falling back on the bed as Gilbert leaned over him.

"Let me tell you something boy. Don't think you're better than me, no one will be better than me understand. And I suggest you start treating me with some respect because I doubt you'd want this going to your dear papa." The Prussian pulled out a picture from his jacket holding it out for Matthew. He stood back up straight smirking proudly.

"W…" Matthew's face was a pale white as his hand trembled. The picture was of him on his knees on the bed. Ivan stood in front of him, trousers unbuttoned, his length hanging out. Matthew's lips were around said length and his eyes were gazing up at Ivan. A blush was dusting his face as he seemed to be seeking approval from Ivan.

"How did you?"

"The door was left a tiny bit open and I was walking by… simple really." Gilbert said nonchalantly. He laughed when Matthew tore the photo in half, stuffing it into his hoodie. "You think that was the only copy?" he teased and shook his head tssking. "Of course I have more."

"Destroy them." Matthew pleaded and Gilbert laughed

"I may do but it all depends on how I feel and whether or not you be a good boy. See Ivan's a scary bastard in a bad mood so I suggest you keep him happy." Gilbert patted Matthew on the head chuckling.

"I don't understand, how do you know my papa?"

"I was his best friend along with Antonio. We were going to all stick together in college, but I fell out with Francis after the girl I loved told me she'd rather date Francis than me. Imagine the blow to my ego finding the girl I loved… loved a queer." Gilbert snapped before walking out. "See yah later Birdie."

Matthew sat quietly staring at the door, which had been left open, he could run if he wanted to but for some reason he couldn't move in a state of shock. Gilbert had pictures of him with Ivan and threatened to send them to Papa unless he kept Ivan happy. Another thing was what Gilbert had said, was he really just something to pass the time, a stress relief. Tears welled up in his eyes and he had no idea why it hurt so much, of course he should have expected it seeing as he was a prisoner. The tears fell down his soft porcelain skin and that was how Ivan found him, crying quietly into the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Da Matvey what is wrong?"

"Go away," Matthew mumbled with a whimper, turning away unable to look at the Russian. "Please just leave me alone Ivan."

"Matvey?"

"PLEASE!" He cried his arm falling his lilac eyes brimming with tears as he gazed up at the Russian. "I don't like this… my heart hurts so much, I'm so confused when I think about you it hurts my brain. What am I to you? Am I a toy you can fuck till you get what you want out of your plan? Or do you care for me?" Matthew sniffled rubbing his eyes with his sleeve having not put on his glasses. "I don't want to be used, I want to go home." Matthew mumbled weakly staring at his jeans.

He yelped when he was suddenly slapped rather roughly across the cheek. His eyes widened with fear as he gazed up at Ivan. "Y…you hit me."

"Da I did, you are being fool." Ivan snapped his eyes darkened as he grabbed Matthew's chin forcing him to look up. "What is making you think you are toy? I never said such thing!" Ivan's voice was getting louder and louder he was practically emitting a dark aura.

"You only want me to get to my father." Matthew mumbled weakly.

Ivan growled pushing Matthew back onto the bed, holding his arms above his head. "You are angering me Matvey." The Russian said darkly squeezing his wrists roughly. It was obvious he was holding back trying not to hurt or scare Matthew. "This is nothing to do with author, this is you. It is you I vant." Ivan said calmly, his head dropped his bangs covering his eyes. "It is you who I let myself be with, not even my little sisters have seen those scars on my chest, I let you see da." Ivan's voice was quiet, almost a whimper now and it scared Matthew far more than his voice when it was raised.

"I... Ivan."

"Are you not seeing that I am falling for you?"

Matthew squeaked when the Russian looked up at him, Ivan's eyes clashed with his own, unable to turn away from him, Matthew simply leaned forward as best he could his lips brushing slightly against Ivan's. What else could he do to comfort the man that scared him in a number of ways? One second Matthew was terrified of being hurt the next his heart was pounding from Ivan's words. This was the man who had taken his virginity and made him feel so many emotions he was unsure if he should feel. "I'm sorry Ivan." He mumbled softly turning his head away.

Ivan released him sitting up beside him reaching over to the plate he'd brought, placing the tray onto Matthew's lap helping him to sit up. "Just eat." Ivan muttered.

Matthew nodded timidly eating in silence the pancakes were delicious as always he often wondered who made them for him. He glanced at Ivan who was sitting beside him with his arms folded. A dark aura practically surrounded him. 'If he had an aura it'd be purple like his eyes.' Matthew thought, fork hanging from his mouth. Ivan caught him looking and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Matthew blushed, turning away and eating another slice of pancakes with maple syrup. Oh how he loved Maple syrup, he could easily eat a whole bottle of the stuff on its own. Just like Alfred and his burgers, it was always so expensive at McDonald's when taking Alfred.

Matthew cut a piece off the pancake holding it to Ivan, "here." He offered shyly almost afraid Ivan would yell. The Russian looked confused for a moment but leaned forward taking the small piece off the fork chewing it with a thoughtful expression. "It's nice right?" Matthew said with a smile as he ate another piece himself.

"Da it's all right, I find it too sweet." The elder said calmly before ruffling Matthew's hair. "But it is sweet like Matvey so I see why Matvey likes it da?"

Matthew blushed softly before a small smile formed, even after the row it seemed Ivan had forgiven him and he'd not punished him for it. Matthew found he could relax again around Ivan, and his shoulders slumped slightly rather than being stiff and tense. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. "Eh, I need a shower," he mumbled rubbing his chest where he knew his release from the night before had landed. Ivan laughed lightly, it was a simple harmless laugh that gave Matthew butterflies in his stomach.

"I suppose you do, as do I," The Russian suddenly smirked and Matthew flushed knowing what he was thinking. "How about we share da?" Ivan asked causing Matthew to squeak when Ivan leaned in kissing his cheek.

"O… ok," Matthew mumbled unable to refuse the offer, after all, how bad could a shower with Ivan be?