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Wake Up
Chapter 3
A stalemate was formed. Neither of them moved from their position. It was a battle of will, and neither were letting up.
""Какого черта ты тут делаешь? ?"
Ivan finally broke the silence, he knew Mathew could understand him. What worried Ivan was how Matthew barely seemed phase, how he stood his ground under the Russian's glare. It is normally considered a feat, but then again, this is Canada.
In the wars, their contribution was intense. They alone pushed back the Germans from the Netherlands in the the hundred Days. They proved themselves in the Great Wars. They were the support the British and French so desperately needed. The worse thing was...
They seemed not to realize it.
"What am I doing here? I would like to ask you the same thing."
Matthew let out a strangely dark smirk.
"What is this pigsty? You know if you're as dunk as this room, I'm surprised you haven't cut yourself with all these shards of glasses just waiting to kill you."
Ivan clenched his teeth, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He jumped to his feet, wavered for a second, the vodka pumping the blood to his head.
He had to push his feet to take a step forward, towards the smaller nation.
"Matthew are you here just to torment me? Are you a delusion coming to haunt me into insanity?"
Matthew's glare intensified as he spoke his next words.
"I wouldn't come out here just to torment you, I have better things to do then laugh at people Ivan. Don't compare me to you."
Something snapped in the air and in Ivan. Yelling something incomprehensible, he charged the Canadian. Matthew stared the charging man down.
Ivan was going for a full body check. The Canadian sidestepped him gracefully, used his full body and punched Ivan on the side of the stomach, just below the kidney...
The wind blew out completely from Ivan's lungs. Matthew froze with his fist still against the area where it made a startling contact.
Ivan choked out a spit and a curse. As he started to collapse towards the floor. Mathew had to force his body to catch him. But the Russian's weight was too much for the smaller Canada. So Matthew pulled the Russian onto him so he wouldn't cut himself on the shards.
Matthew let out a hiss of pain as shards of vodka cut through his jeans onto the back of his legs.
When he was sure that Ivan wasn't bleeding, he let out his very usual sigh.
"I was worried that the 'haymaker' wouldn't knock you out."
He looked at the Russian, unconscious with a bitter look on his face, his eyebrows stuck together in a menacing glare even in sleep. Matthew poked the spot in between Ivan's eyebrows. Messaging them until they were relaxed, so that a more reasonable would appear.
"You're going to get wrinkles, Ivan."
Matthew's legs hurt and his heart felt heavy.
He let his head hang down on Ivan's as he held the Russian to his chest. Tears fell from Matthew's eyes but ran down Ivan's cheeks.
Just a couple of notes! The Haymaker is fist fighting move, it's a really strong one. You put your whole body into one punch, but it takes a lot out of you so you become slightly delayed afterwards. Which is why Mattie was forcing his body to move after that punch.
Think of it like a ricochet you can't stop it.
Yeah I'm so sorry for the late update school, is being such a biAtch. Grrrrr... So yeah -I apologize! I hope with summer around the corner I can work more on this~ So don't worry~ not going to drop it~
If anything came out as awkward tell me, I didn't really bother proof-reading (sorry I'm lazy)
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