Right lovelies! last chapter! really there was no more dragging it on. this was a hard one to write for me o.o I'm a rather... cold... person. so if relationships are hard I duck and roll out! so i had to go back to when I wasn't and remember what the heck that was like! I hope you've enjoyed the emotional roller coaster!

It was four in the afternoon before Matthew returned to the house. Alfred had kicked him out an hour ago telling him he wasn't just gonna sit in his house and mope the whole fucking day. especially if Al wasn't even gonna get laid.

Maybe Matthew needed some better friends.

His hand rested on the door handle, hesitating before he twisted it and pushed the door open. the sharp smell of liquor hit his nose. great. he sheepishly set his keys down and removed his shoes.

Matthew had spent the morning mauling over everything in his brain and came to the conclusion (or rather after four straight hours of Matthew interrupting his cartoons with whining about it, Alfred had told him) he wasn't going to get anywhere with it unless he had Ivan's input on the matter. he needed to know what the taller man felt, why he was suddenly acting differently. basically they needed to grow the fuck up and talk instead of doing everything they had been.

Matthew kept his eyes to the floor as he went into the living room. he hadn't exactly left in the best way this morning, tearing out with a half ass explanation. apparently it wasn't needed.. Ivan was there on the couch, three quarters of a bottle of vodka in front of him on the couch. he was fast asleep. Matthew sighed heavily. that couch was not forgiving on your back…

Matthew walked in front of him grabbing the bottle, he looked for the lid but found none. frowning he took the uncovered bottle towards the kitchen counter setting it down. Then he returned to Ivan kneeling in front of him "hey… hey Ivan? " Ivan moaned, his eyes half opening as Matthew shook him gently "you gotta get up, come on I'll help you to bed okay?" he got a grunt in response.

Matthew sighed again and raised to his feet, grabbing the inebriated Russians arm pulling him up to sit then sliding in beside him while looping the arm over his shoulder. he put an arm around Ivan's waist and prepared himself. Ivan grumbled back at least attempting to stay up. "okay, I'm gonna help you to stand on three, alright? one. two. three!" on three Matthew pushed against his legs and dragged Ivan unsteadily to his feet. the weight on him and stumbled momentarily "oh god! and you thought I was a handful drunk!" Ivan chuckled half there. Matthew rolled his eyes with a half smile.

Matthew was more of then 'please let me take my clothes off, and yours, and his because i thought he was you for a second, and no I don't care if we're on the street, I want you to kiss me and take me right here and now and i'm gonna refuse to speak English for any of this' type of drunk. so, different kind of handful.

Ivan helped a bit more once he was on his feet and the two managed to stumble up the stairs and into the bedroom. Matthew deposited him into the bed and reached around to grab the blankets to cover him up when a set of arms grabbed him and pulled him down. Matthew yelped as he fell against the hard chest. he was about to protest when he heard the whimper.

in his position he had to twist awkwardly to kind of see Ivan's face "Ivan? are you okay" Matthew did his best to shift around so he was slightly more comfortable physically. though this was a very uncomfortable situation with the current state of things.

"please don't leave me Matvey… " he slurred gripping tighter "I get better, please… I won't cling just stay"

Matthew puzzled at the words, getting better? he was curious, but he had to be cautious, if drunk Ivan got mad he became 'lets break the room' Ivan

"I'm right here for now okay? What do you mean get better?" he asked carefully

Ivan nuzzled against his hair, apparently the fact that Matthew wasn't trying to get away was enough to calm him "I want be better for Matvy… doctors helping me get better so i'm good nuff, so Matvey won't need them." his accent was thicker with all the damn vodka… but Matthew caught enough to piece it together. his brow furrowed… this was probably not a conversation to have drunk… "stay here?" came the sleepy question. Matthew thought for a moment then sighed. "okay ivan"

it took and hour before the russian was asleep enough that Matthew could untangle himself. his jeans were digging into his waist uncomfortably, and he was boiling. he needed to at least get changed… he climbed as carefully as he could from the bed and stood. ugh… he was stiff now…

as he was stretching his eyes landed on Ivans work bag, it had been tipped over during the drunken stumble and now papers were strew across the floor. Matthew knelt down with a grumble and started gathering them when his hand accidentally bumped into a bottle sending it rattling and rolling away. he reached for it and curiosity caught him. he picked up the bottle and read it

"Venlafaxine

75 mg orally twice daily"

his eyebrows furrowed what the heck were they? he cast a glance back at Ivans sleeping form and bit his lip. was it okay he was drinking when he was taking.. whatever these were? he took the bottle and walked out of the room down the hall to the home office.

opening the laptop Matthew entered the drug name into the search engine. an antidepressant… is this what he meant? getting better? Matthews heart tugged, since when was Ivan depressed? shaking his head of that to the more pressing matter, drug interactions. another quick search showed him it wasn't suggested to drink… but he basically had gotten really drunk off a lot less than usual. he walked back into the room with the bottle and sat on the empty side of the bed, tucking his legs up. he looked from the pills to the man beside him and frowned. how long had he been keeping this secret?

Ivan woke the next morning with his head pounding. what the hell had happened? oh… Vodka… he sat up and put a hand to his forehead willing it to stop pounding. the click of the door opening causing him to flinch "you're awake. good… I was starting to worry" Matthew was whispering. Ivan was thankful for this. he was also thankful for the Tylenol that was placed in his hand along with a bottled sports drink he took the pill and slammed back a decent amount of the blue liquid. "thank you"

The man in front of him smiled a small smile before his eyes dropped and he bit his lip. "Ivan… I… when you get some rest… I think we need to talk about a few things..." he shifted uncomfortable and sighed "also" he reached into the pocket of his sleep pants pulling out a familiar bottle "I don't know when you're suppose to take these.." he blushed and placed it on the bedside table. Ivan's eyes opened in alarm, heat spreading across his face "I…. I didn't mean to… It fell out of your bag… and you had been drinking. I just wanted to make sure you'd be okay." Matthew raked a hand through his hair and turned "I'll be down stairs okay?"

with that there was another click and the door shut.

Ivan looked over at the bottle and sighed. the clock behind it glared red stating it was 9:47, he grabbed the bottle and tipped on out swallowing it along with what was left of the drink. there really wasn't a point to putting this off…

Ivan swung his legs off the bed and stood with a grunt. he dragged himself out of the room and down the stairs. Matthew was walking towards the table with a second cup of coffee, placing it at the spot across from his. he sat and offered a cautious smile. great… now he was going to get dumped gently because he was some weakling who needed stupid pills. so much for any of this helping.

He sat and grabbed the mug in front of him he looked around for the sugar and was about to get up when Matthew spoke "two sugars, no cream. It's already in there." he resettled and took a sip. perfect. Matthew hadn't made coffee for him in years, how did he even remember?

"Ivan… I… I'm sorry. I was a jerk yesterday. I got scared and instead of sticking around and dealing with it I ran off and hid from it." Ivan studied Matthew, the golden blonde hair pulled back into a tie, indigo eyes studying his own coffee as he cradled it in his hands. his legs were crossed on the kitchen table, he was going to take this in before he said goodbye. one last shot of him at the kitchen table. they use to sit like this every weekend morning.

"The pills i found Ivan... " Ivans eyes flashed back up and noted the concerned frown "how long have you been on them?"

Ivan shifted uncomfortably in his set and took a sip of his coffee, he didn't look up and spoke into his cup " three weeks." he refused to look back, instead he looked at the table, fingers running over a burn mark in the wood.

"and how long before that were you depressed?" the tone sounded painful.

he swallowed loudly. he really didn't want to be having this conversation… this was so uncomfortable. the doctor was a stranger, he would see her, talk and leave. not have to look at her for any amount of time… but, then again, was matt really going to stick around either?

Ivan shrugged "three years give or take"

he heard a shaky breath being pulled in and a sigh "why didn't you tell me?" the words were angry. he was confused. he expected pitying, maybe apologetic…. he looked up. Matthew was glaring. "why would you keep that from me?"

"I… I didn't think you'd…" he trailed off unsure of how to finish.

"you didn't think I'd what? care? all that pushing and pleading to fix things didn't prove I cared?" he bit. Ivan looked back down and Matthew groaned "I'm sorry I'm being a jerk again. fuck… I… I just wish you would have told me. I would have… I never would have…"

he sounded getting angry again, but was quietly reining it in, Ivan looked up and jumped slightly, tears were in Matthews eyes… but why? "Matvey… are you okay?"

"no! " he snapped as he put his cup down and hid behind his hands "no, I'm not fucking okay! I'm not okay because you kept this from me! you were just there suffering with it while I'm off being pathetic assuming you've lost interest. I didn't even see it properly and i damn well should have!"

Ivan was just staring. "I'm sorry…"

"no! no don't do that. don't apologise! actually yeah maybe do! I had us right there.. right fucking there in front of a therapist! you could have just! ugh! " Ivan watched the blonde head hit the table in alarm. "I'm a horrible person…I'm sorry"

Ivan wasn't sure how to feel about this… one the one hand Matthew wasn't pitying him. that was good… on the other hand he was lecturing him, which was a little irritating. well he was lecturing them both at the same time really…

"you're not horrible person." he muttered unsure of what to say.

Matthew looked up at him glumly. they sat there like that for a few minutes.

"I started seeing therapist." he offered into the silence, unsure of what else to say, but hoping it would help his case.

Matthew gave a small sad smile "that's great Ivan..." Ivan was about to ask If matthew was going to leave him when he was cut off gaurd. teary eyed and shakily Matthew asked "Do you think you can you ever forgive what i've done? " his breathing hitched.

Ivan stared then considered the question, his eyes on the table again. through all of this… he hadn't even focused on everything that had happened. they both had things that needed to be repaired. issues that needed to be fixed… they had both been hurt by this. there were a lot of issues that would need to be looked through.

"I want us to try to forgive each other…" he looked up hoping his slight shaking wasn't noticeable. "will you stay?"

Matthew looked up at him, a smile on his face "of course I'll stay"

two years later.

Matthew rested his head on Ivan's shoulder and yawned. "that appointment felt so long… do we have to go to meet them for dinner?" despite the fact that Ivan was currently driving Matthew snuggled against his arm.

Ivan rolled his eyes and shook his head with a smile on his lips, "you're the one who arranged it Matvey. " he reminded.

Matthew groaned "you're right… " then he smirked "and that makes me feel very sad" he mimicked the way they had to speak during the once a month couples therapy sessions.

Ivan pulled up at the restaurant and parked he leaned over and placed a kiss on Matthew's forehead "I'm very sorry you feel that way." he mimicked back then dropped his head closer to Matthews ear "Maybe when we get home I can cheer you up" he whispered suggestively. it pulled a blush from Matthews cheeks. Ivan smirked and opened his door getting out and waiting for the still flushed Matthew to join him.

The couple walked into the restaurant holding hands Ivan laughing while Matthew pouted muttering about him being a jerky tease. that's when they heard Alfred over the crowd "yo! love birds! over here!"

both sets of purple eyes found the loud american quickly as he stood waving an arm at them. they hurried over to the booth and smiled as they slid into the same side. across from them sat Alfred and Gilbert, The Albino smiled and placed a kiss on the Americans cheek as he wrapped a pale around around Alfred's shoulder.

Ivan raised an eyebrow and Matthew snickered "you're callin us love birds?" Alfred turned bright red and scowled, but Gilbert smirked and chuckled. "and now you're blushing! how adorable!"

"yeah he is!" exclaimed Gilbert joining in the good natured teasing.

"you all suck" Muttered Alfred sinking down in his seat, arms crossed.

Ivan who was looking at the menu without expression quipped in without a second "well obviously"

That cause everyone but Ivan to turn red and quiet down. his eyes scanned the table and his smirk arose.

The group ordered their dinner and chattered happily. discussing the news, Alfred and Gilbert had decided to move in together. shortly after Ivan and Matthew had started working on their own issues, Alfred had gotten mopey. Matthew wasn't seeing him at all anymore because it wasn't healthy at that point so Alfred was lonely… and horny. similarly, Gilbert had bitched over the phone about it being unawesome that he had to find someone new, so in frustration he had given both of them each others numbers in a group text adding ' Alfred, Gilbert. Gilbert, Alfred. here! go fuck each other!' angrily.

he hadn't thought they'd really do it. he was simply pissy about dealing with the two man children while he was trying to juggle therapy, work, and quality time. but here they were.

the night flew by and soon the two couple went separate ways. Matthew was asleep by the time they pulled into the driveway. Ivan smiled over at him, so sweet looking like that. he got out of the car and walked around, he reached in and undid his belt, scooping the smaller man up into his arms. he carried him inside and up the stairs, down the hall and into their room. Ivan placed him on the bed and removed his shoes and dress pants, as he turned to place them by the dresser his eyes landed on the pictures.

there were more of them now, showing smiles, laughter and that sickeningly sweet love look. one picture right in the middle was a bit crumbled, and it had a scratch, but it was Ivan's favourite. it symbolized the turning point between breaking and repairing.

He turned back to the bed, removing his own clothing down to his boxers and climbed in bed next to Matthew. he scooped the still sleeping man into his arms, holding him close and smiling when he felt the arms wrap back around him.

awe... fluffy ending. I don't really ship PruAme... but it seemed like a cute/funny way to end it. ^.^ hope you enjoyed.