"Yes! Yes, I'm the hero! Ha! Yes! Everyone look at me, hahahahahah!"

Matthew smiled as his brother ran around the baseball field, waving his arms happily.

"Good job!" he yelled.

But no one heard him. No one except Ivan, who was sitting next to him and had been watching him from the beginning of Alfred's baseball game. Alfred's game didn't interest him in the slightest. No, he didn't even feel neutral about it. He wanted to NOT be here. He was strongly adverse to being here.

Matthew had told him repeatedly that he didn't need to come. But Ivan had suggested they skip his game together and he'd immediately said no, that he had to go and would feel bad if he didn't. Ivan, not wanting to be without Mattie for anything that wasn't absolutely necessary, had come along.

And he had truly suffered.

He hated the arrogant American and seeing his victory was sickening.

Plus he hated baseball.

So he spent his time talking to Matthew. Or, when Matthew was unresponsive and unwilling (too focused on the game, he guessed), watching the sky and wishing it he'd been able to find sunflowers. He'd been looking, but finding the flowers growing naturally was hard, so he went hunting for them in stores. He couldn't find any good gardening stores and for the life of him, he couldn't find any sunflower seeds anywhere else, not an a convenience store or a grocery store. It was sad. He stared wistfully at the sun. He wished he could catch a little sunshine and put it just outside his window. He'd just have to make do with a sunflower. If he could ever find one.

"Ivan? Ivan, you okay? The baseball game didn't hurt your head too much, did it?" Matthew teased, cutting Ivan's gloomy reverie.

"No, but your brother's arrogance is," Ivan sighed. "Didn't he forget your hockey game last season?"

"Yes, but it wasn't important," Matthew said.

"It was to you. And no one was there for you."

"You were. And that was all that mattered," Matthew murmured in reply.

Ivan smiled. He leaned over to kiss him, but suddenly, the one face he didn't want to be looking at appeared in front of him.

"Hi guys! Didn't I do awesome? Let's go to McDonald's in celebration!" Alfred shouted.

Ivan was getting really annoyed with Matthew's brother.

He kept getting in the way when they were kissing or bumping them to seperate them as he walked by. He was always watching them carefully and whenever they were alone in a room, Alfred would come in and sit between them. When they tried to go to Ivan's house for privacy, Alfred would always make an excuse to keep Matthew home, like threatening to burn down the kitchen if Matthew didn't stay home and cook him a burger. He was very controlling and he wasn't always that subtle when it came to showing his control. Matthew joked that Alfred was more of a father than Francis or Arthur. Ivan had to agree since Arthur left the room whenever he saw them and Francis laughed and told them to "have fun and be safe" with his suggestive, cheeky grin. Ivan would've gladly followed his lewd advice, but Alfred was always getting in the way.

And then, there was Matthew, who didn't seem so keen on the idea either.

That one time they'd been close, Ivan got the feeling Matthew hadn't really been thinking and would've pushed him away if he had.

Well that was no matter.

Matthew was just nervous. Ivan just had to show him how much he cared. And that he didn't have to be scared of a physical relationship.

"Tonight, can we go to my house? We can try talking without the hamburger eating fool interrupting us with chores for you to do," Ivan murmured. "While he's having his victory party, we have two hours alone. Maybe we can start where we left off last time, da?"

Matthew closed his eyes. He let out a sigh.

"I-um- I'm not sure-"

Ivan pouted.

Oh well.

It would take time. He'd be patient.

Hm. Maybe.

"Hey! Mattie, yo!"

Matthew turned around quickly. Ivan scowled behind his back, annoyed since it seemed like Matthew had snubbed him for that bastard German.

"Birdie! I didn't know you'd be here!"

Matthew raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, no one ever does."

The albino smiled.

"Yeah, great, listen! My brother was playing here today and I totally didn't want to come, but it's great that you're here! Makes up for Awesomeness beng dragged to this lame game! Not that Luddy played lame, just that I hate sports! So listen, I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie with me or something?"

"Oh-okay. Um, Ivan-"

"Uh, you want to bring the Russian howitzer?" Gilbert groaned distastefully.

"He's my boyfriend," Matthew said simply. And his eyes just screamed distrust. Well, to Gilbert they did.

Gilbert felt his heart plunge.

Matthew still didn't trust him.

Oh well. He'd show Birdie! He could be trusted! He was different now!

He could love and he could be loved.

"That's totally not awesome," Gilbert whined.

"Sorry. I'm just not that awesome."

Upon hearing that, Gilbert immediately shook his head.

"That's not it. Fine. He can come. In fact, maybe it'll be fun."

Ivan hummed.

"If you really don't want me coming along, I can go home," he said slowly. "If you like, Matt."

"No. Definitely not," Matthew said. "You can come. I want you to come. Is that alright, Gil?"

"Yeah, whatever," Gilbert sighed. He glared at Ivan who had a triumphant smile.

He wants to be with me, Beilschmidt. I would leave you two alone because I trust Matvey. I know he'll never stray from me because he is mine. Mine. And nothing you can do or say will change that. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you an stop trying so pathetically.

Recently, I lost a writing competition and it depressed me. My writing suffered for an entire week.

But I'm back because I watched some Hetalia and felt better. Then felt bad again as I realized I'd left my Hetalia fanfictions update-less. Not a word, but whatever.

Sorry. Hopefully I'll have time tomorrow to update. No promises.

And what the hell is up with Fanfiction? It's been acting up on me in Document Management. I'm having technical difficulties as well as mental difficulties.

Grrrrrr.