I shall dedicate this chapter to my sister Rainbow Band Ninja715 since she gave me the basic idea of this chapter! Thank you big sis! ^3^

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"Oh my maple . . . that was so romantic!"

"How is a firefly falling in love with a star and two little frogs getting married suddenly romantic?"

I was leaned up against Ivan, bawling my eyes out at the pure beauty of the moment in the movie, The Princess and the Frog. "Shut up Ivan, I'm having a moment," I sobbed as lightly smacking him in the stomach. I heard him sigh and he wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my arm softly.

We have been dating for exactly a month now and currently we are still on first base just to let you know. You all know who you are. I wiped the tears away and smiled at him brightly who just rolled his red-violet eyes at me. I frowned gave him a harsh love tap on his knee and that made him grin.

Feeling satisfied with myself I snuggled closer to Ivan who played with my hair absently. We sat there in silence for a good while before I kissed him softly. The Russian kissed back and nibbled my lip sharply, making me groan.

((Naughty Canada again! :D For the squeamish, children, and elderly, serve this as a warning for there is going to be slight smex past this point! Please skip down to where you see in all caps "STOP HERE!" for I don't wish to be held responsible for any deaths, comas, mental scarring etc.))

Our sweet kiss slowly turned naughty and just plain hot. If rabid yoai fangirls were here, the aliens on Pluto would be able to hear their squeals, thus proving their theory of our existence. Teeth clashed together and tongues continued their epic battle of dominance as we made our animalistic sounds of pleasure. Ivan pushed me down on my back and began doing wonderous things to my neck, making me love-drunk. My eyes were wild and glazed over with sick pleasure.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked myself in place as purring his name in his ear. Ivan's big hands began to slowly claw at my shirt, making it ride up and expose my stomach. I gasped and my eyes widened as he gently stroked my belly, softly tickling it with his fingertips. My heart began to race and my cheeks flushed as I felt them trace the ridges of my hips and go round. I shivered as he teasingly moved his hands back up to my back and dug his fingers into my skin.

I panted and continued to play with his hair as he made another large hickey on my collar. I dug my face into the soft fabric of his scarf and nuzzled my way to the pale skin of his neck. Timidly, I nibbled his neck and was rewarded with a soft groan from Russia. Smiling, I bit down on his flesh and lapped at him before pulling my face out of his scarf. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his hands go south and I have a feeling that we are going to make it the second base.

But . . .

((STOP HERE!))

"Hey Mattie, can I borrow- . . . some . . . SWEET MOTHER OF BATMAN!"

I froze as I heard that familiar voice of America ring out from the doorway. Ivan didn't seem to notice because he continued to lap and bite at my neck. I tiled my head back to see my brother gripping the frame of the doorway for support and it looked like he had stumbled back in astonishment which was clearly written on his face.

"Psst, Ivan!"

"Hmm?"

"We're busted."

He pulled his face away from my neck and looked at America inconsiderately. "What the hell are you doing with my baby brother ya jackass?" My older brother roared and panic came crashing down on me. I scrambled out from under Ivan and kneeled before my brother who was seething in the doorway, hands fisted up and ready to strike.

"Attendez! Je peux vous expliquer! Ivan et moi sommes ensemble! S'il vous plaît essayer de comprendre et ne pas être un âne! S'il vous plaît!"

"What? Mattie, I can't understand Spanish or whatever you are speaking. Me . . . no . . . oblo . . . Foreign language!"

"Hey guys, what's going on? I heard French coming down from the hall so . . . Heilige Scheiße . . ."

Prussia had now joined the party and I flushed in embarrassment as I realized that Ivan had a defensive arm wrapped around me as I freaked out. "Hold on! I can explain!" I cried as holding my hands up. My two friends crossed their arms and casted disapproving glances over at Russia who glared coldly back.

"We were just um . . . eating ice cream? Yeah," I lied horribly, kicking myself at not thinking of a better excuse. "Eating ice cream? Off each other's faces? Mattie, I know I'm stupid but I'm not that stupid. But that is a brilliant idea . . ." America stroked his chin as he spaced out in his own dirty thoughts and it was Gil's time to talk. "Why did you let that chew on your face Birdie? That is totally unawesome of you."

Fury boiled under my skin and I narrowed my eyes at them. "I thought you guys were my friends. Friends are supposed to have each other's back and accept each other's decisions, not shoot them down. I happen to really like Ivan, yes in that certain way and you have no right to judge him or me. Al, I didn't freak when I caught you and Iggy doing the nasty, so why do you when I am kissing Ivan? I understand that you guys have some sort of history or whatever but I am not letting that stand in my way of what I truly want. So can you guys please accept me and Ivan and I am sorry for lying to you."

Gil and Al gave each other wary looks, unsure of what to say. I grabbed Russia's large hand and intertwined my fingers with his, seeking comfort. They sighed simultaneously gave Ivan a wary look and simply nodded. A smile stretched across my face and I flung myself at them, squeezing the life out of them. "Thank you guys! You're the best!" I cried as America ruffled my hair. He then narrowed his gaze at my boyfriend who remained on the floor by the bunk beds. "I have a few ground rules for you Russia. Rule number one: I want hands to be in sight at all times; Rule number two: You both have to let me know when you are going out and where; and Rule number three: If you break Mattie's heart I swear I will hunt you down and kill you myself."

Red-violet eyes met orphan blue and they threw shards of sharp glass at each other, daring for one to look away. "I promise you America, breaking Matvey's heart would be the last thing I would do." Al smiled stiffly and turned to me. "Shall we leave so you can continue your business?" He winked at me and elbowed me playfully in the ribs. "No, the moment has long since passed Al. You can stick around if you want." I shrugged and placed myself back into the Russian's waiting arms.

"Actually Mattie, are you and Russia interested in going to that haunted house down on 55 North Avenue? I can ask is Iggy was to tag along so we can kind of have a double date excluding Gil of course." The albino smacked the American upside the head in a friendly matter and smiled. I swallowed hard and gave Ivan a frightened look who seemed deep in thought. I resisted an "awwww" at how cute he looked when he thinks. "Um . . . I don't know about th – mph!" Ivan clamped a hand over my mouth before I could finish and I shot him an angry glare.

He ignored me and said that we would love to go as removing his hand from around my mouth. "Uh, great. I guess, we'll be leaving around six or something. Er, I'll see you guys there," Al said awkwardly as if he wasn't expecting it. He gave us a small wave before pulling Gil out of the room with him. As soon as the door closed, I turned to face Ivan who looked full of himself sitting there with that childish smile on his face. "You are aware that I'm a huge scaredy cat when it comes to haunted houses?" I raised an eyebrow at him which made him chuckle huskily and a shiver go down my spine again. Sheesh, if he keeps this up, I'm going to get paralyzed before World War VII.

"That's precisely my plan, my little hostage," He growled in my ear as rubbing my stomach. "Oh, I would love to hear your plan," I said sarcastically as placing my hands over his. "I wouldn't want to give away the surprise мой дорогой." That strange warm and fuzzy feeling curled up in my stomach and it made things do what they shouldn't as I heard those foreign words. Blushing furiously, I pried myself out of his arms and locked myself in the bathroom.

One highly embarrassing moment that I wish not to describe later . . .

Sighing, I reappeared to the room to see a grinning Russian laying on his bed in a goofy sexy pose. I laughed at him and patted him on his stomach before settling down next to him. I kissed him lightly before turning back to the laptop on the floor and the pile of movies sitting next to it. I picked to one that was on top which happened to be Toy Story 3. I put it in the disc drive of the laptop before sliding it back in. Russia raised an eyebrow at me with a "really?" look on his face.

"Don't give me that look."

"What is with you and little kid movies?"

"What is with you and gory horror movies?"

"Touché."

I smiled at him and playfully punched him in the face. After that, we both turned to the movie as it began with dramatic western music. "Didn't they already have recess? I mean, they were just playing with toys and now they're having recess? That doesn't seem relevant," Ivan mumbled disgruntledly. "Oh come on, they're kids. Their minds are consumed with playtime, snack time, and nap time. It's all they basically need to live and grow healthily," I explained as kissing his nose.

"I never had toys to play with, well unless if you counted the pipe I still have." I raised an eyebrow at him and propped myself up on my elbows. "What kind of childhood did you have?" His face darkened as if painful memories replayed in his mind. "Not a very good one. I can barely remember anything really. It's all chopped up into bits and pieces, but they are always full of blood and pain." I looked at him in shock. "I'm sorry Ivan. I bet it was hard," I whispered into his scarf as I hugged him.

"It was especially for my sisters, but let's just watch the movie."

I nodded and turned my head back to the laptop. I tried my best to enjoy it, but images of a young and frightened Ivan covered in blood, clutching a pipe in his little hands. We continued to watch movies together in silence except for pointing out plot holes and other things because we're just jackasses like that. We just finished watching Toy Story 3 for the third time because we were too lazy to change the movie. Also we were busy with uh . . . other things. "You should be more like Spanish mode Buzz Ivan," I sighed before catching his lips again with mine.

"I'll keep in mind to try and fail at learning to speak Spanish."

"Uh, if you guys are done we can be going now." I turned to see Al and Iggy standing in the doorway with Gil hovering in the background. I smiled nervously and pulled on my sweatshirt and shoes before taking Ivan's hand in mine and dragged him out with me and my friends slash brothers. America, Britain, and Prussia piled into the front of Prussia's pick up and it forced Ivan and I to sit in the back. I'm not sure if it's legal here, but we'll soon find out.

Iggy took the responsibility of driving and pulled out of the parking garage. We drove for about half an hour or so before we pulled into a crowded parking lot that stood in front of a large building that was about three stories high that was decked out with graffiti and fake blood splatters. In cryptic lettering it read:

Your Worst Nightmare Awaits . . .

I shivered and clung to Ivan's arm as we approached the line of people that waited for their turn to get scared out of their wits. There were a couple of actors dressed as creepy mimes or clowns that tried to creep them out. One of them apparently ate a live mouse that they found in their sleeve that made a group of girls screech. Ivan smiled in amusement while I put a hand over my mouth in disgust. We stood in line for about an hour before we were finally able to go into this house of horrors.

There were three themes, each on one floor. The first was the stereotypical insane asylum. Actors jumped out at you around corners screaming and practically spitting in your face. There was one who was standing over a dead guard's body, gutting it and shoving the intestines greedily into his mouth. I squeaked and dug my face into Ivan's back and gripped his shoulders tightly.

The second floor was another predictable but terrifying surgeon room gone bad. Operators were ripping their patience apart and nurses jumping out at you with bloody syringes. What made me scream like a little girl was that they barely had a scrap of clothing on them, practically flaunting their selves at you. Ivan erupted into a fit of laughter and so did everyone else and I felt as if I was about to die of embarrassment.

The last level was a giant room full of nothing but zombies, their bleeding guts falling to the floor and their rotten and broken fingers reaching out to rip you to shreds and eat you while you're still alive. I screamed again and was about to run like hell out of here but there was a sudden sound of gunfire and these two guys covered in blood popped out with machine guns and AKs and started to shoot the zombies. They gurgled and fell over but not dead yet. The two guys yelled at us to follow and Ivan grabbed my hand and we ran after them as they cleared a path for us to the exit.

As soon as you passed through the exit, you were pelted with T-shirts by cackling ghouls that hid behind gravestones. I gripped Ivan's hand as we walked out to the truck again. I was a nervous wreck after that. Iggy dropped Ivan, me, and Gilbert off at the school and he said that him and Al were going to go grab something to eat. I rolled my eyes and waved at them as they drove away down the crowded streets.

Ivan and I finally got to our dorm. "I am never going to another haunted house again," I groaned as falling face first down into his bed. "Oh come on, it was fun and you know it." Ivan kissed my fore-head and eased down next to me and gathered me up into his arms. There was a scratch at the edge of the bed and I turned to see angry black eyes.

"Food. Now."

"Sorry Kumasua, I forgot."

I gave the little bear a fish who cast a dirty look towards Ivan and scrambled back up onto the top bunk. "I think Kumajirou is feeling replaced," Ivan chuckled as I wrapped myself around him again. "He's going to have to get used to it then," I murmured into his shirt. We sat there for who knows how long and I slowly drifted away to sleep in Ivan's arms.

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It was cold. Not winter cold, but evil cold; the kind of cold that rattled your bones and made your blood turn to red ice. It was also dark, so dark that not light could penetrate. There was a scrap of metal against stone and ice cold fear trickled down my spine. A desk lamp was flicked on and shone in my eyes. I suddenly realized that I was naked and chained up with car chains. I gasped and scooted back up against the wall.

Blood was splattered against the walls and there was a dark figure sitting in the corner opposite of me. In its hands was a pipe, stained with the scarlet liquid. The rancid smell of death reached my nose and it made me want to puke. The figure slowly stood up in one fluid movement and I caught a glimpse of red-violet eyes which made my heart stop. A familiar scarf was wrapped around his neck and he wore a long tan coat and big boots.

He slowly stepped into the light and I felt as if my heart stopped right there. He wore a maniac smile and his face was covered with crimson. I recoiled in terror and tried to back up further, but the wall was firm. It was Ivan. He raised his pipe high over his head and swung it down in a graceful arc down on me, making my bones splinter and a scream of pain rip through my throat. He continued to beat me with his pipe, over and over. Blood, my blood, flooded the floor as I begged for mercy.

"Why?"

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I woke up yelling and thrashing about. Those horrible red-violet eyes snapped open and I rolled off the bed. "Matvey! What's wrong!" He cried as he tried to touch me but I snarled and dove over into one corner. "Don't touch me! W-Why did you beat me? I d-don't unders-stand . . ." I broke down in tears. My heart felt as if it were torn up to a million tiny pieces and it could never be pieced together.

Ivan looked like I just slapped him across the face and slowly he approached my sobbing form. Tears drenched my hands and I flung myself into his torso. His fingers petted my hair gently as I continued to cry. "I-I'm s-s-sorry," I whimpered as I dug my fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

Then something amazing happened . . .

Ivan began to hum to lullaby.

I froze as I felt the tune vibrate through his body. He stumbled over a few measures but other than that, it was almost perfect. He continued to pet my hair and I slowly calmed down and I fell back asleep, but as I was drifting away I heard these three words.

"I love you, Matvey."

I love you too, Ivan.

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A/N: Well, here it is folks. I wrote this entire chapter while I was sick. I hope you all enjoyed and hopefully I'll be feeling better soon! I should get the next chapter done either this weekend or next weekend. See you all later!

Translations:

мой дорогой=my darling

Attendez! Je peux vous expliquer! Ivan et moi sommes ensemble! S'il vous plaît essayer de comprendre et ne pas être un âne! S'il vous plaît = Wait! I can explain! Ivan and I are together! Please try to understand and not be an ass! Please!

PS: Sorry for the inconvieniance! Terribly sorry for those who read before the edit!

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