Vanilla Twilight Chapter 13

"SERIOUSLY? WHO WOULD CUT UP MY LAWN!" Alfred yelled angrily as he fished up some more shredded earth. Whoever that chick was, she was gonna get it... oh would she... i mean, sure, she was kind of cute, but, there was no way the American would allow someone to get away with things like this. After all, he was the Hero, which meant he needed a lawn worthy of a hero, and a shredded up lawn was so NOT a hero worthy lawn. Alfred let out an annoyed growl as he felt the cold earth. Just that morning, he had worked so hard to get rid of all the freaking snow on his lawn. I mean, sure, Arthur told him it couldn't be done, and maybe he set the lawn on fire a COUPLE times, but, he got most all the snow melted... then SHE came along busting a freaking tit and started screwing EVERYTHING up.

"Shut your mouth you Git!" Arthur shouted, flinging some dirt at the American, an annoyed look on his face. The Britt of course had tried to call the police before the two took to cleaning up, but, Alfred insisted on letting the 'Hero' take care of it. Naturally, Arthur would have answered to such a thing with something about how Vigilantes were illegal, but, the idea of Alfred making more a fool out of himself was much too tempting to pass up.

"But IGGY~! it was my poor lawn! I-I named it Kevin! we were gonna watch the snow fall on the commie's house and everything together!" Alfred said, whimpering and whining.

"Don't 'But Iggy' me Alfred, now, you finish up here, and im going to go make some tea..." Arthur said, of course, not moving inside the American's house, but, instead, walking down the road, toward his own home. Heaven knows how long it will take for the Britt to find good tea in the Hamburger idiot's home.

Amongst all this interaction between the two blond nation, another remained off to the side, finishing up the area his brother assigned to him for maintenance. Matthew Williams let a cute smile cross his face as he stood from his working position and turned around. Alfred of course, was done as well, and now retreating into his warm home, away from the cold of the outside world. Matthew if course cared little that Alfred had forgotten him out here, because there was only one person on his mind.

Ivan Braginski. Otherwise known as the nation of Russia.

With a small humming noise emitting from the Canadian, and the twisted curl on his head bobbing up and down, he made his way toward the Russian's home, which, thankfully, was not far from Alfred's home. This whole idea of a community, really, made visiting other nations so much easier... The Canadian wished it could have happened much sooner.

The Russian's home finally came into view and Matthew walked up and unceremoniously knocked upon his door.

'Ill find repose in new ways,

Though i haven't slept in two days,

'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.'

Matthew smiled as Ivan opened the door, with, a strange expression his face.

"I-Ivan!" Matthew said happily as he jumped up to embrace the Russian. It was about late afternoon now, so the weather was getting much colder. The warmth Matthew could feel from the Russian's presence made him all the more happy and content than the act of hugging him had.

To Matthew's hug, Ivan hesitantly let his arms wrap around the Canadian's waist, supporting him as the smaller male now hovered a few feet above the ground. The Russian's face held a less than happy smile as he answered the Canadian's joy with his own proclamation of his name.

"Matvey..."

"Hm?" Matthew pulled away from the hug and starred at the Russian, his light violet orbs holding an air of confusion at the Russian's mood. Ivan returned Matthew's stare with a dead looking shrug and a fake smile. Ivan set the Canadian back down gently.

"Ivan, is something wrong?" Matthew asked, or, more like stated. Of course something was up. Matthew had only been gone about 4 hours, and Ivan was just fine when he left. Ivan merely perked up his fake smile a little and shook his head.

"Of course not Matvey. I am happy, see~" Ivan said, his eyes holding the same fake happiness as his smile now. Matthew of course, was unconvinced, but, he conceited defeat on the subject and dropped it. If Ivan would not tell him, then he would not force him... though, it still saddened the Canadian to know his boyfriend would not simply tell him what was wrong. Had he really deserved silence from him?

"Ok... if you say so." Matthew finally said, smiling genuinely at Ivan and stepping inside his home, with a blush slowly developing on his face from the sudden warmth of the building.

Ivan watched him and giggled a little, stepping closer and letting his obvious depression dissipate slowly from his face.

"Ne~ moi Matvey looks so adorable vhen he blushes~" Ivan said, taking hold of the Canadian's waist from the back and gently nuzzling his nose into the Canadian's snowy white neck, earning a brighter blush, and an adorable squeak from the Canadian.

"Er, its cold out here, should we get inside?" Matthew said, his voice taking on a new, higher pitch. A giggle accompanied his statement and the Russian mirrored his giggle.

"Da, Da, of course..." Ivan said, freeing him and moving aside so that the Canadian could enter his home. Matthew walked inside and shut the door behind him, wincing a little as he realized something a little...disturbing... The inner temperature of the house was nearly the same, if not colder than that of the outside world.

"Ivan, did you leave a window open or something?" Matthew asked curiously, moving his body closer to Russia and snuggling up to him, more for warmth than the pleasure of his company. Ivan blushed a little with a slightly worried look on his face.

"Da, im sorry Matvey. Please... uh... allow me to help you... warm up~" Ivan said, wrapping his arms around the Canadian and trying to smirk, but, the worry was still apparent on his face. Matthew thankfully missed this look, because his little mind was already thinking of one thing and one thing only.

"oh~ by all means, you are allowed~" He said, his giggling ringing in a playful manner as he snuggled into the Russian more, and had just the smallest glimmer of perverted desire in his eyes. They were after all in the midst of something rather... hot... before Al's call interrupted them, And come to think of it they hadn't had sex for a while. Ivan let the worry dissipated from his face and let a more genuine perverted smirk replace it. He lifted the Canadian a bit higher on his form and began moving toward the stairs, with much difficulty, and climbed them. As Ivan moved, the Canadian took the initiative to lift his head from his snuggling and plant a kiss on the Russian's cool lips. A moan vibrated from the Russian's throat as he returned the kiss hungrily and staggered toward the nearest door he could find.

Ivan opened the door to what was not a room, but, a closet, and darted forward toward the wall of the cramped fixture quickly. Matthew broke the kiss and let out a small painful hiss as he fell to the ground with Ivan's arms cushioning his fall. A few push brooms fell on top of the Russian's back as he hovered over Matthew, protecting the petite Canadian from any falling objects. Matthew held onto the Russian's arms and winced as finally just a can of bright red paint fell on the Russian. Matthew let out a giggle at the annoyed look of his lover, who was now discarding his large beige coat that, sadly, would probably have to be replaced. Along with the coat went Ivan's shirt, revealing his large, well toned chest... which thankfully for him, not as thankfully for Matthew was free of the Red liquid. Ivan felt some of the cool paint on his back, and some of it dripped onto Matthew, who, unlike him, did not mind the bright liquid's presence.

Matthew let his fingers crawl in a spider-like manner up the Russian's arms, gently moving through the small pools of paint on Ivan's back as the Russian watched his movements with curiosity. Matthew let a small coat of paint develop on the pads of his fingers before removing one hand and gently running the digits over Ivan's right cheek, giggling as he created little marks, similar to those Native American's were known for having. Ivan smirked at the Canadian playfully and moved in to kiss the Canadian, his fingers still on his cheek.

Matthew kept his fingers holding Ivan in place as he kissed his Russian lover hungrily. Ivan moaned as Matthew put up a fight at first, but after a few moments of dominance let Ivan take control or the kiss. As the Russian's tongue explored the crevices of Matthew's moist cave, his fingers snaking down to the Canadian's waist, moving under the waistband and taking a firmer grip on the smaller male's thighs. Ivan pushed against the Canadian, propping him up to a sitting position with his back pushed as far as it would go on the wall of the closet. Matthew's legs each had taken a place on either side of Ivan's figure, giving the Russian a perfect position to work with. Matthew let out a small mew as he felt the cool floor of the closet against his now bare bum. The sneak skills of a Russian... maybe Al's theory of Soviet Spies were not all bull. Matthew let one of his eyes open and moved his hands to Ivan's own pants, and, thankfully, was able to get them off quick and easy.

Finally the kiss was broken, and as Matthew gasped for air, Ivan made for his sweater, pulling it up over the Blonde's head and smirking as all that now stood between him and a fully naked Canada, not counting his socks, was a white button up shirt. Matthew draped his arms around the Russian's neck and let out a moan as Ivan's mouth attacked his neck. Ivan lapped his tongue against the Canadian's fair skin, and gently sucked at it, leaving little love marks as he trailed from the supple skin of his neck to the silk like fabric of his shirt. Ivan let his mouth close around the first button of his shirt and bit down hard, pulling the button out and growling a little as he kept working the shirt, tearing out enough of the annoying buttons to give him full chest access. Matthew mewed as the Russian took a nip and a lick here and there on his chest, working from his previous stopping point at the neck, and traveling down to the Canadian's erect nipple. As if it were one of the buttons from before, Ivan enclosed his mouth around it. He lightly bit and nipped at it, holding his squirming lover, who was mewing and moaning uncontrollably in time with Ivan's love bites.

As Ivan teased at the Canadian, he felt a growing, hard, long slender length pressing up against his groin. Ivan smirked as Matthew moaned loudest yet, feeling friction from Ivan's lower reagion rubbing against his, which, though it was unintentional, helped to speed up the Russian's resolve to end the teasing. Matthew held back another moan as Ivan slowly let his nipple free and took yet another kiss from him before replacing his tongue with his fingers. Matthew coated the digits generously, and quickly.

Ivan prepared his lover like most would, simply placing one finger after another, and stretching his tight hole slowly and expertly.

"Mmm~ Matvey, you are like Asian da, alvays so tight." The Russian said with a deep chuckle that both turned Matthew on and slightly scared him. Ivan let out a deep moan as he heard his dear little Matthew squeak from the added pressure of his 4rth finger finally.

"A-All ready then?" Matthew stuttered out as a blush overtook his face, and he felt Ivan pull his fingers out of his tight crevice and position himself, his hands firmly on the Canadian's thighs, and Matthew's back completely pushed to the wall. The Russian let his forehead rest on Matthew's shoulder as he slowly pushed into his prepared hole, let out a long and low moan as, despite the careful prep, he was still greeted with those tight, powerful walls of the Canadian's entrance. Matthew mewed and squirmed as Ivan fully sheathed himself into the Canadian and began backing up, and pushing in again abruptly.

Matthew moaned as the Russian began thrusting him, deeper, harder, and faster, keeping time with Matthew's own moans and searching for that perfect spot he had found so long ago. With one long, high pitched moan from the Canadian, Ivan successfully located it. Ivan let out a grunt as he kept thrusting, his broad chest against Matthew's chest and erect length.

Time seemed to pass slower than it actually was going as the two steamed up the closet, and, in extension, the hallway of the Russian's home... but, like all good things, it had to end sometime. With one final long and shrill cry from Matthew in pleasure, the Canadian came, and, less than a moment later, the Russian came from the contractions of Matthew's entrance around him.

Matthew blushed as he felt the Russian continue to pant against him, and fall limp, still inside, and causing Matthew to follow him and, well, fall on top. Ivan chuckled as he felt Matthew pull off of his spent organ and squeak from a sudden cool liquid pouring onto his back. Another can of paint, this time green, had fallen... thankfully still on the shelf... but it was pouring down all over, first Ivan, and, now with the Absence of the Russian's back, Matthew himself. Ivan let out a, despite the situation, childish giggle, as the paint traveled from Matthew's back to his chest. This was a rather interesting endeavor it seemed... Ivan abruptly stopped his giggling when he remembered of course that all that paint was all over him, and dried, so he looked just as silly if not worse.

With a pout, Matthew rested his head against Ivan's chest, ignoring the continuous stream of paint in favor of resting his tuckered out little body. Ivan stayed put, not wanting to disturb his 'little Matvey'. Matthew raised his gaze to Ivan and blushed a little, his pout finally leaving his face, replaced by a content smile.

"Ivan... Lets stay together a long time... ok?" Matthew said, his blush growing a little. Ivan himself blushed at this, previous thoughts beginning to resurface. Thankfully Matthew was unable to see the worry and sadness that had now taken residence on the Russian's face, completely opposite of the tone of his voice as he spoke.

"Da. Of course."

With that, Matthew let his eyes flutter close, and began to drift off. Ivan took a moment to think.

'Its for the best... if he does not know...'

With that resolve, the Russian drifted off himself, reliving his own personal hell of the afternoon once more. Little did he know, worse things were developing, just outside his very home.

Authors Thoughts: Just FYI, im not racist, that Asian tight joke is something an ex-friend of mine always said... he was a huge pervert . He said he liked Asian girls because... yeah... so anyways, hope you like this chapter.

Hey, remember how i have a fear of short length on a chapter? no, well i do, and this one is hopefully substantial enough to be worth your 2+ month wait. Im not gonna lie, im a lazy ass person, and i have not written a new chapter, or answered any of my comments because, well, im too busy doing NOTHING! -procrastination man, AWAY~-.

really sorry . once i finish updating this, im gonna go through and take care of my mail, and, tomorrow, i will be writing a new version of this chapter... a teaser XD because whilst i wrote this thing, my dear friend Finn and me had a rather... interesting conversation... you'll see what i mean once i write it.

Oh, and hey, ITS UP! im like, really REALLY happy about that. You get a small hint at the fact that bad things happened, but, for the sake of a plot, im not just gonna reveal those things via thoughts. Might make it in flashback form next chapter, or wait till there's the right moment to reveal the shiz that went down.

Hear that?

Thats the sound of the wheels of a real plot turning...

Once again, i must ask, if you find anything like broken up text, -because it does that when i upload a file-, please tell me so i can fix it.

I do not own hetalia, Russia, Canada, Owl City and their music, or any of the characters featured in this chapter