HELLO, hello hello... and how are you fine readers this... morfternight? I would like to ask you all to please

firstly: forgive my for the constant breaks between chapters,
and
secondly: I know I have some labyrinth readers here... I save all of the notifications I get for new followers/favorites... I have since I started writing... so to you I have a task... I need people to vote on the name poll on my profile, BEFORE people say they have voted already I will say that this is a new poll and I know all three of the four people who voted... so please vote... I need the name in order to write the next four chapters... and I CAN'T do it without you...

as for this story, it probably only has maybe two more chapters left before the finale... It's been a rollercoaster of emotions and this being my first story I will be sorry to see it go. BUT it's getting to the point where I am forcing it along and I know that the quality goes down when I do that... I will get it to a point where the past polls are resolved and Mattie and Ivan are happy... the last chapter may have sex or mention sex like this one does thanks to the bubbly dane... this is a warning. I will let you know before I get there... when I decide... but for now we have an embarrassed Canadian to get to... SO ON TO THE STORY

as always translations will be at the bottom in the order they appear

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ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Matthew's PoV

After everyone had finished eating and the dishes were washed I picked up Kumarou carefully, I felt a heavy arm drape over my shoulder and I looked up expecting to see my Russian boyfriend, only to be shocked by the shock of wild blonde hair instead of the longer, silvery hair. Denmark started talking loudly, excitedly...

"So... Mattie-boy, how'd you guys hook up? Was it hot or special? Have you done the deed yet? Played the pickle?" he turned to Russia while I felt my face burn red, because I held my injured friend I couldn't duck out from under his arm without jostling him "I bet he's a screamer!" He seemed to enjoy teasing... and to Ivan's credit he didn't blush... he just smiled and I could feel the temperature drop in the room Denmark didn't seem to notice though, if anything his smile grew wider. "You guys like beer? I'll get you some, the bear thing too!" I stiffened at that, my eyes narrowing at the excitable Dane.

"You will NOT give Kumajiji alcohol. Of ANY kind." I growled, my normally quiet voice cold, promising great pain for the one who dared anger me, I noticed that even Belarus and Russia took a step back from my anger.

He blinked and smiled. "Huh? The bear doesn't drink?" his question only made me angrier, Kuma growled softly in my arms "Weird even Icy's bird drinks a little beer when no one's looking." he muttered to himself, I knew later that my actions were somewhat uncalled for... but I NEEDED to protect my bear... my only family... and alcohol could make him really sick "Okay! Then us humans will all drink then!" I tore my gaze from the stupid Dane, freeing myself from under his arm and purposefully walking over to Ivan.

"I need you to hold Kuma..." I held out my bear, I knew that he would step in if he wasn't protecting something important to me... and at that moment I REALLY didn't want to be stopped. Ivan hesitated but took him from me, I smiled and turned back to the oblivious man.

"Matvie... I'm sure he meant no harm, da? Come... let us sit and talk" I ignored the... 'advice' too upset to listen at the moment... I pulled out my trusty hockey-stick, don't ask where it came from... because I don't know the answer to that, all I know is that when I needed it it was already in my hand. Denmark seemed to finally clue in to the fact that something was wrong and started raising his hands, whether it was a surrender or he was trying to placate me I don't know.

My slow advance was calculated, every measured step making him back himself into a corner, i held my stick across my body diagonally, both to prevent escape and to make it easier to give quick painful smacks... anyone who's played hockey knows thexactly feeling of getting hit accidentally... it wouldn't leave any real damage, just a stinging pain and some bruises... I didn't have the momentum to do damage anyway. After a few more careful steps Denmark was trapped in the corner, his eyes wide and terrified

"M-Mattie come on... what's going on?" his loud voice grated on my ears, his cluelessness making me think of my brother after he had mistaken me for a ghost and didn't understand why I was upset. That thought didn't help my anger, I raised my stick, ready to brain the idiot.

"Denmark could you shu-" I heard Norway as he entered the room grumbling. "... What did you do to make Canada this mad?" He seemed both shocked and apologetic, making me pause for a second my glare not wavering from the cowering man in front of me.

"I DON'T KNOW... NOOORRR HEEELLPPP" he begged desperately. I heard someone approach me from behind, I still had enough left in me to not turn around and take out the intruder, almost... I spun around swinging but froze when I saw Russia had approached, Kumarou was still across the room being held by Belarus.

"Matvie... come on... you scared him enough... let's put it away now... Kumajirou needs you to be calm..." I felt myself deflate, knowing he was right and knowing that I had almost hurt Denmark seriously AND I had almost hurt Ivan sapped away the last of my anger, my stick went into whatever pocket dimension it was kept and I sagged against my boyfriend, his arms wrapping around me in a comforting warmth, lending me strength and supporting me.

"I'm sorry for whatever this idiot did," Norway sighed, standing in front of Denmark, sounding like it was more out of habit than anything. I peeked out of my safe cocoon of Russian arms, "please, let's all sit and enjoy each other's company."

"Good idea Nor, I'll get the beer!" Russia twitched, and I felt his arms tightened around me... holding me back, I undid the overly large jacket he always wore and burrowed into it, guilt weighing heavily on my shoulders and tears dampening my cheeks. I felt like I should just disappear, be forgotten like my family did so often.

"No. You're bad enough sober we don't want you drunk." Belarus spoke up before anyone else could, moving closer, judging by how her voice grew louder. "And before you ask again, not even the bear will drink your beer."

"hvor dum kan du bli?" The Norwegian narrowed his eyes at the Dane, grumbling quietly. It sounded like he said 'how dumb can you be' but the accent was off... so I assumed he had started speaking in his mother tongue.

"Canada... take your bear before he attacks Denmark." I peeked out of my warm hiding spot, reaching out to take Kumara, hushing him as I was lead away, I now used the soft white fur to hide my guilt ridden face.

". . . . Beer-drinker is dumb... deserves to be clawed. . . Deserves to be chewed on" he snarled, but he didn't struggle in my arms, though I noticed scratches all along the slim arms of the woman beside me

"I'm sorry... I... let me clean your cuts... Kuma's claws are sharp... as you are... now acquainted with... uhmm..." I hated that my voice shook, it bugged me that I was quieter than normal... but I didn't know if I COULD be louder at the moment...

"No need... he wanted to be near you and I wasn't letting him." It shocked me that she had heard me but I didn't question it, I nodded then looked up at Ivan, going through a mental checklist quietly, making sure I didn't actually hurt him.

"Matvie... if you stare any harder I'll light on fire da?" He laughed gently and I forced myself to relax, checking Kuma's wounds to make sure they hadn't opened in his struggling. Satisfied that no damage had been done in hugged my bear, relief and guilt warring in my mind.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Hehehe sorry for the short chapter and cliffhanger, much more and I would be forcing it... NEXT CHAPTER WILL INCLUDE THE REST OF THE FACE FAMILY hehe

I would like to thank Eternal Fauna for all the help she provided with Denmark... I honestly don't know the character well so he might not have been "hyperactive puppy" enough to be in character...

Translations:

Hvor dum kan du bli? = 'how stupid can you be?'

And as always

Da= yes