This is a short chapter that watches Toris instead of Mattie. There are just a few little things he needs to know about. *,* Eheheh (sorta)

Enjoy!

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Toris lay awake that night, in one of the houses other rooms; in fact it was the one right next door to Matthew's. This was definitely better than the hotel he would have had to stay in if France hadn't offered that he could stay here. He sighed, how was it possible for Matthew to have stayed at Russia's home for that long without getting molested in some way? As far as he knew the only ones who had managed that were Russia's sisters, Belarus and Ukraine…

Shuddering, he remembered how the screams had rang through the house, the lash of the whip. How he would have to help whoever else had been spared the treatment that night to clean up the blood, and often times cum too… bandage the wounds of their friend and lay awake the rest of the night, afraid that Russia might come back.

He sighed and rolled over, banishing such thoughts from his mind, he was with Poland now, he couldn't have asked for a gentler, more supportive lover had he tried. He had been all that had kept Toris from loosing it when he was finally free from Russia. He sighed and rolled over again, restless, he wasn't used to sleeping without Poland beside him, as he let out what seemed like the thousandth deep sigh, he froze, the sigh stuck in his throat as someone yelled out. The sound echoed into his room through the wall.

How many times had Toris let out such a cry in the years during and after he was kept by Russia.

I knew it! He lied! Toris slipped out of bed and quietly out into the hall, he was good at being silent, he had years of practice.

As he had thought the mutterings were coming from Matthew's room. He gave a tiny knock, and when no one answered stepped inside uninvited.

Matthew tossed and turned, the silk sheets tangled around his legs.

"…Mn…p-please don't…" he mumbled in his sleep. Toris took a step closer, automatically feeling nervous that someone may find him spying. He was truly concerned for Matthew; he knew what the nightmares could be like.

"…I-Ivan…Ivan…" the mumbling continued, cut off by a sob as a tear trickled down Matthew's cheek. Toris took another step; maybe I should wake him up… he thought to himself. Something itched at the back of his mind with the use of first names, but it was too unbelievable to pay attention to.

"…I… don't want to be forgotten…" Toris stopped, wait a minute, what was that? This didn't sound like…

"…I…I love you…" Toris blinked, taking a few stumbling steps back as the tears stopped, a smile spread over Matthew's face, and he relaxed into the mattress, hugging a pillow to his chest. Had he really heard what he thought he just did?

It was probably a mistake, someone else; it must be someone else he was mumbling about. After all, in dreams things get pretty mixed up! He could be talking about anyone; he had to be talking about someone else!

But the words still nagged at him as he slipped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Feeling a little guilty for snooping, he felt like he had intruded on a secret, something he wasn't supposed to know.

It kept him up all night long.

Or maybe that was the lack of loved one between the covers with him.

How he wished Poland were here to help him sort all this out.

Love was such a wonderful thing.

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If I don't stop here this chapter will end up being very long, and all of it will be 'maybe's'! LoL

Well now he's got his hint! Yeahhehehea!

Thanks for reading!

-Sai