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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

Chapter 14

"Ivan, in the bucket!"

Matthew sighed gazing down at the Russian, as he dived to the left over the side of the bed grabbing a silver bucket. The Russian heaved into the bucket coughing a little after, once he was sure he was done Matthew helped him lay back in the bed.

Ivan had been sick for the past few days and Matthew had been watching over him constantly like a hawk. He'd tried to feed him, though with Ivan's current illness he'd only end up throwing it back up a few minutes later, Matthew had even stayed by his side the entire time to keep an eye on him. "Your temperature hasn't gone down at all," Matthew muttered gazing at the thermometer in his hand. "We should get some medicine for you."

"Niet, I'll be fine, give me a few days."

"That won't get you better," Matthew replied and Ivan's head lowered as he sat in thought, it was obvious he was pissed off. Matthew ran his hand lightly through the Russian's soft silver hair gazing at him; if only Ivan trusted him enough to let him out of the flat. "You've not been able to keep food down and it's worrying Ivan, you were even throwing up just plain water."

"I'll be fine, I just need rest."

"Let me go?"

"No absolutely not, you'll leave." Ivan snapped, glaring.

"I won't!" Matthew responded as his face formed an angry frown. "Why don't you trust me!"

"Because." Ivan sat up, about to argue, but he couldn't as he dived once more, hurling into the bucket which was followed by a soft groan. Matthew lay him back stroking his face gently gazing down at him, he fed him some cold water to soothe his burning throat while dabbing his face with a wash cloth.

"Oh please Ivan, I hate seeing you sick. You need medicine. It's been 3 days, please let me do something to help you! I'm begging you."

"Matvei..."

"Please you can trust me. I'm…. I'm your sunflower right?"

Ivan's face flushed at the nickname he'd given Matthew and nodded almost nervously. "Da, you are."

"So let me go get your medicine and I'll return." Matthew pleaded, he didn't want Ivan to get worse. Ivan sighed nodding his head motioning to his trousers for his wallet. Matthew retrieved it and handed it to Ivan who smiled weakly. "Grab whatever you think we need." Ivan said handing Matthew £30 in notes. "Be careful, da?"

"I will be," Matthew smiled, kissing Ivan's head before taking the key to the flat and putting it into his pocket. Pulling on a jumper Ivan had let him use he left the house, heading toward the clump of shops he'd seen on the way to the flat. Walking along the pavement he kept his head down, glad to have the large jumper of Ivan's to nestle in as it was cold. He had a cap on his head which he adjusted every now and then to make sure his eyes were covered.

Entering the pharmacy, he found several medicines that would work to help Ivan so he bought two of them. The cashier raised an eyebrow asking for ID and Matthew paled slightly. Cursing, he pulled his wallet out which he'd always had showing the girl his ID. She took it looking at him then nodded, taking his money and handing him his change and giving him the bag.

Thanking her quietly he left the shop heading to the next one, a small corner shop. Grabbing a basket he walked through the isles, pondering what to make Ivan for dinner. Something he could hopefully keep down. 'Maybe soup… or toast it's something simple.'

He gathered some food for himself before looking at the soup, picking a tomato one since it had no bits in it. He walked down the isle for hygienic stuff and stopped, seeing a soap that was scented with sunflowers. "Ivan would like that," he muttered with a smile, placing it in his basket. He went to the checkout where a nice old lady was. He froze, seeing a picture of himself behind her on the wall in the missing persons window.

He kept his head down masking himself with his cap taking a bag packing the items he bought and paid, smiling at her kindly. He left quickly hearing a gasp as he did so. 'Maple she figured it out.' He kept the bags close to himself and ran toward the flat, only looking back once to see a man who looked like security on the phone watching him with worried eyes. He rounded a corner darting down the road as fast as his legs allowed him glad to see the flat was not far off. He ran inside heading up the rickety staircase that smelled of weed, no doubt from the smokers a floor above. He opened the living room door, shutting it behind him and removing the hat and jumper along with his shoes. Leaning over to catch his breath he allowed himself a few moments to relax, as there was no way they could have followed him. He put the shopping away, leaving the flat key and change on the kitchen counter and heading toward the bedroom to check on Ivan. He entered the bedroom and smiled gently, seeing Ivan was fast asleep. He placed the medicines down on the table beside the bed and sat down on the edge, lightly stroking the Russian's hair.

'I don't understand, I could have ran and just left him. I could have let that security guard catch me but I didn't, I ran back here. With his illness he could die, and the thought of that makes me unhappy. I care for him too much.' Matthew simply sat in a daze, his hands continuing through Ivan's hair. 'Ivan… do you love me?' he pondered curiously gazing at the sleeping form. It was obvious to the young blonde that somewhere along the way he'd fallen for the Russian who kidnapped him with intent to harm his father, though he was unsure why and how it had become love. But now it didn't bother him because Ivan was there and he needed to take care of him.

_-_ HETALIA _-_

"Say ahh."

"Dah?"

Matthew smiled feeding the Russian some soup with a giggle as Ivan pouted at the flavour. "What's wrong? Do you not like it?" Matthew asked with a tilt of his head.

Ivan smiled, shaking his head gently. "No it fine I'm just not used to the flavour."

"Sorry, I figured it'd be easy for you to swallow." Matthew muttered continuing to feed Ivan. Since his trip to the shop a few days ago the medicine seemed to be working wonders for Ivan. He was able to keep liquids down, though he'd occasionally puke still, but at least he didn't have a fever anymore.

Ivan lay back on the sofa with a sigh as he watched with mild interest as his little sunflower wandered around their small kitchenette, cleaning away pots and pans. It was soon obvious that Matthew was a clean freak, which only made the Russian amuse himself by making small piles of mess for the younger boy to clean. Matthew hadn't asked to go out since the day he got the medicine as he seemed content but almost afraid to go outside again.

The blonde finished with a satisfied smile on his face as he returned to Ivan's side, sitting beside him. Ivan eyed the young boy curiously before reaching out, pulling him into his arms and making the boy giggle in delight. Smiling, the Russian wrapped Matthew in the blanket and stroked the blonde's hair with mild fascination. "Matvei is comfy, da?"

"Y…Yes thank you," Matthew smiled and Ivan nodded in satisfaction with the answer, the TV was playing an old film in black and white which held no interest to either male in the room. Instead Matthew snuggled into the Russian's chest and it wasn't long before he was starting to drift off to sleep, what with Ivan's fingers running so gently through his hair.

'This is nice…' Matthew's thoughts travelled back to when the Russian had been sleeping, did Ivan love him the way he loved Ivan?

"Ivan?"

"Da Matvei?"

Matthew breathed heavily before taking a deep breath. "Do …do you love me?" he asked nervously, his heart pounding in his ears. Ivan blinked, stunned, a blush on his face before he smiled in a way that was only shown to Matthew. He leaned down capturing the blonde's lips in a kiss.

"Da, I do my ïîäñîëíå÷íèê."

Translation:

ïîäñîëíå÷íèê - Sunflower