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Ivan drove back to the Canadians home with Matthew wrapped up in the blanket laying in the back seat. Ivan was worried about him, there was noting on the news that could explain what could have been wrong. Ivan sighed, he couldn't take the nation to a hospital, there would be questions and Ivan didn't want to answer questions. Instead, he would have to call one of 'them' and hope for the best.

Once they made it back to Matthews home, Ivan pulled in, glad for the night sky and with key in hand, picked up Matthew and walked up to the front door. With slight difficulty, Ivan managed to unlock the door and without lights, made up stairs to Matthews room, and laid the shaken nation down on the soft bed.

"kumajiro!" Ivan hollered, as he quickly undid the blanket and boys zipped hoodie. After taking of the jacket Ivan, paused at taking off Matthews buckle and pants, Matthew was burning up, he needed water and a cool towel. But Ivan faltered in his professional state of mind. 'No, I'm helping him, this is not for my benefit' Ivan thought to himself, knowing that most other nations would accuse him of attempting to rape the other or to invade Canada. But he wasn't, Ivan, with practiced fingers, undid the belt and buttons before pulling them down Matthews slender hips.

"K..." Matthew mumbled in his fitful sleep.

Ivan paused and leaned closer, trying to hear what his sunflower was saying. He couldn't hear anything but watched Matthews lips forming the words, where's...kumakichi Ivan froze. The bear hadn't responded to his call earlier.

"kumajiro, come here, I need your help" Ivan hollered again, "its Matvey!"

Still no answer, there was no 'who?' there was no sounds of the bear running or even the quite clicking sound of his nails. Ivan began to worry. He looked at Matthew who was more relaxed then he was before, so Ivan went to go find the bear.

As soon as he stepped out of the room he noticed his door was open wide and things were strewn across the floor. Papers, clothes, the blankets and pillows were torn and shredded.

Ivan went to his jacket and grabbed his pipe, thankful that whoever had done this left his jacket alone. Carrying his pipe, Ivan checked his closet and under the bed, before moving on. He was careful not to make any noise as he checked room after room. Laundry room, bathroom, Matthews room was clear. Ivan moved downstairs, and looked there. Still no sign of kumajiro or anyone else in the house, but there was some damage and the TV was on a kid channel. Ivan checked the basement but only found boxes. Perhaps of memories, or just old junk. But isn't junk a part of our memories? Ivan thought to himself. He sighed and tried to see if kumajiro was there again, but still, nothing.

Ivan was worried.

Ivan heard a thud coming from the third floor and Ivan raced up the stairs holding his pipe, ready to bash someone's head in if they dared to hurt his matvey. He could see anything, but when he went to check on Matthew, the smaller nation had fallen off the bed and was trembling holding the blanket, in attempts to cover himself.

"matvey?" Ivan asked, careful to keep the other calm and unafraid.

"Eh? Ivan...wheres kumi?" Matthew asked, eyes barely open.

Ivan wasn't sure if he should tell Matthew, but... "I don't know, I looked everywhere."

Matthew's eyes widen and teared up as he tried to stand, Ivan stepped forward to help him but Canada flinched back.

"m-matvey?" Ivan stuttered, worried that Matthew was afraid of him.

"S-sorry...i-i-" Matthew couldn't speak as he started to sob and fell down on his knees.

Ivan wrapped his arms around his lover and gently rubbed his back and rocked back and forth, like how his sister, Ukraine did for him when he was little and sad.

"It's okay, we'll find him," Ivan said, letting Matthew cry in his arms. "Do you want me to call your family?"

Matthew wailed, "Why bother? They'll wont care-hic!"

"neyt (no), they're family, they can help!' Ivan said, taking hold of Matthews soft cheeks making him look Ivan in the eyes. "They will care, they are family!"

"That never stops them from forgetting!" Matthew yelled as loud as he could, which wasn't actually all that loud, but his heart was in it.

Ivan sighed, "I will call them whether you want me to or not, I will even call amerika."

Ivan got up and left the room. But just as he closed the door, he shut it harder than he meant to. The door slammed.

Matthew jumped as wood clashed with wood. He felt bad, he had yelled at the one person who remembered him. 'Ivan must be pissed at me right now' Matthew thought as he curled up into a ball with the blanket around him. Tears began to gracefully slide down the Canadians cheeks.

Have you ever shut the door and it ends up slamming? i have...and my family has alot...i always jump and think the worst so yeah...

anyways, i kinds left my writing to the last minute so im kinda scrambling to finsh up, and next week i will be camping, so i will try to get some stuff done befor but just in case i dont, the next chapter might be late. But please review fallow and favorite if you haven't already or just keep reviewing, they are like little random presents for me and i cherish each and every one.

~until next time, meow~