Ok, I know I have no right to say this… but im sorry! Im SORRRYY! *Weep* I had no right to leave this for so long! But I did… I made it up if I can by posting a new meaningless chapter to fill your time.
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Ivan sat in a corner of his bedroom, curled in on himself. A near empty bottle dangled limply in a loose grasp. His heart lay a ways away, thumping loyally on where it had fallen when it had been torn from his chest and thrown across the room.
He was exhausted.
It had taken every last drop of his energy, both physical and mental, not to go after Matthew. To not murder his brother and take him all for himself then and there. To not hunt him down and drag him back too his home. He had said that he loved Matthew and yet Ivan had had too fight off the side of him that wanted to lock Matthew up and force those words from his throat over and over again, until his voice was ragged and he could no longer speak just so he could relish the way those words made his heart flutter.
Now he was in control, and he realized, he could no longer feel it anymore. It was gone. Repressed and smashed so thoroughly that only the tiniest dusting remained. Ivan didn't know how it was even possible, but it felt as if he had banished the urge to possess—killrapemurdertrap—was gone, replaced with the overwhelming need to please, to make them stop hating him, to have them accept him.
There was the problem at hand however. He could barely move, every muscle in his body having been clenched for so long that they felt ravaged and torn.
He could hear someone pounding on the door but he couldn't find the energy to answer. He could only open his eyes, and even that made him want to cry. Everything went silent for a long moment, then a crash and clang of metal echoed through the entire house. Ivan couldn't help but twitch.
The sound of feet and doors opening rang through the house until finally his door opened letting in streams of seemingly blinding light.
"B-big brother?" someone gasped, and cautious steps approached across the room. When he made no move. Blue skirts swished into his line of sight. And suddenly he knew who it was. A hand lifted his chin until he was looking squarely into the indigo eyes of his young Belarusian sister, Nataliya.
His heart began to race on the floorboards. Fear making his eyes widen. He waited for her to drag him off for a forced marriage while he was helpless to stop her, or something of the like. But to his confusion she did not, instead casting a look over her shoulder with a swish of long blonde hair.
"Ellie! Come help me, something is wrong with him! He is not trying to run away from me!" Ivan blinked as slightly heavier steps came at a run and suddenly he saw the one his sister had named Ellie.
Elizaveta, personification of Hungary, wearing combat boots under her skirt and with frying pan in hand. The pan disappeared to god knows where as she saw there was no danger and in no time at all she was kneeling beside him as well. Ivan forced the words harshly from his throat.
"сестра… Венгрия?" Belarus threw a glance at the other woman then turned her head a little revealing that she was wearing a pink flower pin in her hair.
"мы будем любовниками" the Russian mans eyes widened hugely.
"Ah." And with that he dropped away into a dead faint.
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Ok its short I know. But I'm already started on the next so….
сестра… Венгрия- sister… Hungary?
мы будем любовниками- we are lovers…(roughly)
~Sai