A/N: I would again like to thank my beta: Amethyst Asheryn! Thanks ^^ Anyways, please enjoy this chapter and remember to review! ^^

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Warnings: SWEARING AU OOC. So please if you don't like, then don't read. Do not complain that they are OOC, because I warned you TWICE.

Rages

Chapter 3: An Arrival and A Departure

Matthew looked him up and down, eyes tracing the man's form. Ivan noticed and commented, "See something you like?"

Matthew's eyes snapped up to the man's face. "Yes, I've come to collect Gilbert."

Ivan scoffed, "You make him seem like a possession."

"Exactly," Matthew grinned.

Gilbert was standing next to Ivan and was just fuming mad. How dare Matthew come here and insult him? As mad as he was, he was scared too. He knew that Matthew could always find a way to hurt him. Gilbert stepped unconsciously closer to Ivan. Ivan turned to look down at Gilbert when he felt him at his side. Ivan saw the intense look in his eyes. He took his hand and wrapped it around Gilbert's waist.

"Relax," Ivan soothed. Gilbert looked up at him, eyes still fierce.

Having the feeling that he was dropping out of the limelight, Matthew stated loudly: "I see you have a new boyfriend."

"W-what?" Gilbert exclaimed, whipping his head to look at Matthew. "No, he's...we're not..."

Matthew quirked an eyebrow and sauntered over to the pair, reaching out a hand for Gilbert. Ivan caught said hand. "I think not," he smiled. The expression was at odds with the crushing grip he had on Matthew's fingers.

"O-ow!" Matthew yelled. "Let go of me!"

Instead of letting go of Matthew, Ivan let go of Gilbert. He stepped closer to Matthew, leaning into his ear. "I suggest you leave. I'm not that tolerant of people like you."

Matthew laughed. "Like you could do anything," he sneered. "You're all talk, I know people like you."

Ivan finally let Matthew go, allowing him to gingerly cradle his aching hand with the uninjured one. Ivan kept his eyes on him, waiting for his next move.

"You know," Matthew started. "You can have him; he's only a whore after all. I mean, you should've heard the way he-"

Gilbert had intended to stay quiet, but he could not stop himself from interrupting now. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Oh? You haven't told him?" Matthew snickered.

"No, of course not! Why would I?" Gilbert yelled.

Before it escalated any further, Ivan stepped in. "I'm sure if he wanted me to know, he'd tell me," he said, looming over Matthew.

"Well I can tell you," Matthew smirked. "I mean would you really want to be close to him after you knew?" Ivan grabbed Matthew's collar and pulled him forward. The other man's smirk just widened. "Getting rough now, are we?"

"I really wish you had just left." Ivan pulled back his fist, ready to strike Matthew. Before his fist could find its target, the front door slammed open.

"Ivan!" a voice yelled.

Ivan stopped dead for an instant, then turned. The familiar voice was like cold water thrown in his face. "L-Ludwig?" he asked

"What the hell are you doing?" Ludwig barged into the room.

Ivan let go of Matthew and took a step back. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice shaken. "I'm not sure what came over me."

"Looks like your master needs to take you to an obedience class." Without Ivan in his personal space, Matthew felt confident enough to reinforce his smirk. He straightened out his rumpled shirt, being wary of his injured hand.

Ludwig glared at Matthew with intent to kill. "Get the hell out of my house," he said venomously.

Matthew didn't want to piss Ludwig off any more than he already had. He brushed past the other man, then paused in the doorway, glancing back over his shoulder at his ex. He was still smirking. "Until next time, Gilbert."

Silence fell in Matthew's wake. Gilbert and Ludwig stood there, fuming. Ivan was the first to speak. "What are you doing home so early?"

Ludwig turned to his friend. "Something came up at work the other day, so I took the first flight home."

Ivan nodded as he headed for the door, pausing by Gilbert and whispering. "Whatever happened, it won't change the way I see you." He then turned to Ludwig and put his hand on his shoulder. "Welcome back. I was just dropping off Gilbert's jacket."

Ludwig could feel the tension radiating off Ivan. "Yes, thank you," was all he said.

Ivan retracted his hand and went out the door to head home.

He opened his car door and slid into the driver's seat. He reached into his jeans' pocket and grabbed his keys, but didn't start the car. He sat there, staring out his windshield, his face emotionless. He was replaying what had happened earlier in his head. He hadn't even known what he was doing. It was as if his body was moving on its own, but he was still conscious of it. He finally put the keys into the ignition and started the car. He was lost in his thoughts as he was driving through the traffic to get home.

'Why did this happen again?' Ivan kept thinking repeatedly. He arrived at his apartment, shut the car off and walked in. He slowly made his way to the couch, where he flopped down and turned the stereo on to quiet his thoughts. He soon drifted off into a short nap.

(/^_^)/

Gilbert had remained standing in the same spot, not even turning to greet his brother or say goodbye to Ivan. Under no circumstances could Ivan find out about his past. Even with what Ivan had said he just knew something would change in the man. He remembered how it had changed his brother.

"Are you going to tell him?" Ludwig asked, breaking Gilbert from his thoughts.

"Tell him what?" Gilbert retorted.

"Never mind." Ludwig paused. "You know you'll have to tell him one day."

"And why would I do that?" Gilbert challenged.

"How can you expect to let him in, when you won't tell him what happened? I mean he's clearly worried about you!" Ludwig yelled at Gilbert.

"I don't want him to see me like that, I'm a better person now," Gilbert argued. "I'm not the man I was when I was with Matthew!"

"Just tell him," Ludwig urged. "He'll understand."

"Fuck off, it doesn't matter," Gilbert spat and stormed off into his room.

Ludwig watched him stomp off, then shook his head and went to his own room and began unpacking.

He had just pulled the final articles of clothing from his suitcase when his phone started ringing. He quickly put the clothes down on the bed and answered the phone.

"Yes?"

"Ludwig, its Ivan. I just wanted to inform you that I will be traveling back to Russia for a while."

"How long?" Ludwig asked.

"Ah, it depends." Ivan paused. "I'm really sorry about today."

"Don't worry about it, he deserves it," Ludwig gave a small laugh.

Ivan laughed as well, "I bet so."

"When are you leaving?" he asked.

"Tonight," Ivan stated.

"So soon? Let me grab Gilbert for you." Ludwig walked out of his room to Gilbert, but paused when Ivan spoke.

"No, don't. I'll call him later."

Ludwig turned and headed back to his room. "All right. Well, I have to finish unpacking."

"Have fun then, talk to you later." Ivan hung up and finished getting ready to head out to the airport. He walked out to his car with his bags and loaded them in, then left for the airport. Quietly weaving through traffic, with only the sounds of the cars passing by he arrived at the airport. He parked his car and went to check in his bag and print his ticket. He looked to find that his flight and saw that it was on time. He smiled and started towards the gate.

\(^_^\)

A couple days had passed and Gilbert hadn't heard a word from Ivan, it was making him nervous. He had tried to contact the man, but could never reach him. 'Is he ignoring me?' Gilbert thought. He was upset that the man's absence would have an affect on him. After pondering his position with Ivan, he decided to ask Ludwig about his absence. They hadn't talked after they fought though. He made his way to the living room where a game show was on. He found his brother watching it on the couch.

"Yes?" Ludwig asked before Gilbert had the chance to speak.

Gilbert walked around the couch and sat down next to him. "I was wondering if you had heard from Ivan lately."

"A couple days ago, why?"

"Well I hadn't heard from him since Matthew was here so I-"

Ludwig cut him off. "What are you talking about? He's in Russia right now. Did he call you?" Gilbert felt lost. Ivan was in Russia, did he miss his call? He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, no missed calls. "He called you, right?"

"No," Gilbert said, the sadness noticeable in his voice.

~end chapter~

A/N: Dun Dun Doom haha. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Ahhh...well I threw some foreshadowing in there for Ivan, but it's very small. About Matthew...just don't ask haha . What Ivan's gone? No worries. Anyways update will be on Sunday, so please wait till then! ^^ Remember to review!

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Chapter 4: Time

"Forgive me Gilbert," a deep voice rumbled. "For I've done this to you."