Chapter 14! Btw I had writer's block on how to get Ivan to stick around for a little longer. Please thank Yuki Winggates for the FABULOUS snowstorm idea! 8D

I heart u sooooooooo much Yuki! ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or it's characters.

Ivan stood inside by Matthew's door with a frown. Well that had gone well. -_-

He shouldn't have started that; he hadn't planned on killing France so soon but it was France's fault for saying that date. Suddenly his air supply was cut off as Belarus jumped on him, her arms wrapping around his neck. "N-Natalya! Can't b-breathe!"

The grip on his throat loosened slightly. "Natalya go home." He said sternly.

Belarus pouted for a moment before nodding and walking home.

Ivan sighed in relief; she really was a nice girl . . . when she wasn't stalking him.

Sighing, he turns to walk outside and blinks.

Odd . . .

Wow, freak snowstorm much?

Go away!

. . . Fine. Use this as an excuse to stay the night though.

Ivan grinned; that was probably the most useful thing Russia's told him all week.

~.

Matthew looked outside the window. "I hope everyone got home alright. That snowstorm is really violent. And it came up so suddenly too . . . "

Kumajirou looked up at his master from its place by the fire. "Most."

Matthew walked over to his bear worried. "Most? Oh no, who couldn't get home in time?" He asked frantically.

"I believe that would be me, da." Ivan says speaking into his ear.

"M-maple!" Matthew exclaims jumping nearly a foot in the air and spinning around to see Ivan standing there, that ever present, childish smile on his face. "Oh, Russia." He says slowly. "I thought I told you to leave?"

Ivan giggles." You did!"

Matthew frowns, "So why didn't you?" He asks irritated.

Ivan giggles, "Matvey has not seen the snowstorm, da?"

Matthew scowled. "I've seen it, though frankly I don't care. I know you've seen worse that that pathetic excuse for a blizzard so why don't you just go home already?"

Ivan frowned, hurt by the words. Shrugging inwardly he decided to continue. "Does Matvey . . . . remember what I said after the meeting in Moscow?" He asks slowly, changing the subject.

Matthew blinks, Moscow?

Je vous aime, Матвей. Canada supplied helpfully.

Oh. Matthew blinks and looks at Russia. "Um, yes . . ." He replies warily.

Matthew looks the Russian in the eye. Was it Russia before him or Ivan? "Ivan... Can you be honest with me about something?"

Russia tilts his head curiously. "Of course, da."

"Are you being serous about what you said to me? Or is this one of your 'Everyone becomes one with Russia' things?" He asked looking annoyed and just a little bit worried.

Ivan blinks and looks slightly hurt. "Are you asking Ivan . . . or Russia?" He asked slowly, glancing down.

Foolish boy, why ask such questions? Russia whispered in his head.

"I-I'm asking you, Ivan. Not Russia. You" Matthew stutters, noticing the other's change in mood.

Ivan blinks in surprise. "Oh!" Is his fabulously elaborate response.

It was Matt's turn to blink; he waited for a moment or two. "W-well? Were you or not?"

Ivan nodded, quite sure of himself. "The first one, da."

Matthew's eyes widened a bit.

S-so . . . He really likes me? It isn't his usual 'one with Russia' stuff, but truly likes me…?

It looks that way; it is the child speaking here. Russia is still with him, but he isn't making him speak or stopping him from doing anything at the moment.

A small glow of pink starts to show on Matthew's cheeks. H-he likes . . . m-me?

. . . Are you okay Matthew?

Russia stared at him patiently, waiting for a response.

Matthew didn't know what to say.

Well are you just going to stand there or are you going to say something to the poor child?

O-oh, r-right! Um... W-what should I say?

I don't know but you should say something. Or do you want another round of Russia trying to attack you?

Matthew struggles to say something but the more he thinks about it the more red he becomes. "O-oh . . . I-I see."

That's it? 'Oh I see'?

He shakes his head quickly. "U-um . . . W-what I mean is..." He fidgets and plays with his fingers. Why was he so embarrassed? It wasn't like he liked him back, Ivan was an okay friend . . . right? He didn't really like him did he?

Matthew looked up at the larger nation. Beautiful eyes, a handsome face. Eyes wonder a bit lower, a strong build (well pictured, he had never seen him without his coat. But he knew he was strong because of earlier and from his history). Matthew stopped there. WHAT was he doing checking out Ivan all of a sudden! And his face felt so hot, just how red was his face anyway? Did he really like him back?

Ivan tilts his head curiously. "Matvey's face is very red, da." He said simply making an observation.

"Um . . . Y-yes, well. You see Ivan . . . " He stutters looking back up at Ivan. "I-I . . ."

Relax Matthew. You'll be fine, I'm here if you need me.

Come on Matt, man up a bit! He straitens himself out a bit and takes a deep breath. "Listen, I-Ivan. I think . . . I think I- . . . " He says mumblings the last part, his blush darkening.

A flash of something similar to hope flashes in his eyes briefly before he tilts his head, a guarded expression on his face. " . . . Da?"

"I think that I . . . I might l-like you too . . . " He voice sounded shyer than he was expecting it too but it didn't really matter. He had said what he felt and he really felt like he liked him.

Canada gives him the equivalent of a mental pat on the shoulder.

Good job. Try to keep politics out of this though.

Out of all the answers Ivan had been expecting, it hadn't been this. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly before he smiled; the smile being 110% more sincere than it normally was.

Sadly . . . Matthew was too busy staring at the floor to see the smile on Ivan's face.

Then, very suddenly the tall Russian pulled Matthew into a tight hug, grinning widely.

His eyes widen and his face becomes even more read, if that was even possible at the moment. "I-I-Ivan!" He asked bewildered.

Ivan shakes his head happily, feeling like he was about to burst from pure joy. Suddenly, he has an odd impulse to kiss Matthew fiercely, after a second of thought; Russia acts on the impulse and kisses the Canadian fiercely on the lips.

Blinking quickly, it took a moment for Matthew to realize what had happened.

Canada was also surprised.

Slowly and nervously Matthew brings his hands up and wraps them around Ivan's strong torso; gripping the fabric of the coat he shyly returns the kiss.

As for Canada he wasn't sure what to make of it but didn't want to cause any problems for Matthew so he went along with it, albeit a tad reluctantly.

Ivan leans into the kiss, pulling the Canadian as close as possible without hurting him and smiled softly into the kiss.

Matthew parted his lips, inviting Ivan to explore. Ivan smiled and pushed his tongue inside of the other's mouth, feeling a shiver of pleasure as their tongues met.

He shivered, it felt different from when he had kissed Ivan the first time. It felt . . . So much better, hot, soft and almost melting.

Is this what love feels like?

AN: How'd you like it? A lot more lovy-dovey than my previous chapters yes? thank YUKI WINGGATES for that! ^_^ In this chapter she was the co-author! We did an rp and she did all the canada bits and I did the russia bits! ^_^ Hople you liked it! R&R

Au revoir!

JWR

Yuki!