Matthew was jerked into consciousness by the clear sound of crashing and gunfire. He tried to sit up and cried out in pain as his arm was twisted backwards with a splintering tingle of both pain and pins and needles. He reached up, twisting his neck and tried to get himself free, he could feel metal under his fingers and realized it wasn't rope he was tied with. He was chained.

He wriggled and growled angrily all the while he could hear things breaking and weapons clashing. He wanted to get free and find Arthur and beat the shit out of him with a hockey stick for what he had done, hell! He would get his entire hockey team to help him and stuff the fucking puck up the damn Brit's ass! He had no right to- there was no excuse! As soon as he found Ivan and told him he loved him of course!

Suddenly a bewildered and scare looking Toris stumbled through the door. Slamming it shut and catching his breath before he caught sight of Matthew and stared. Matthew glared at him.

"Let me go!"

"I-I cant! I-I don't h-have the ke-key!" Matthew screamed in frustration, giving a frustrated thrash.

"Let. Me. GO! IVAN!"

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Ivan snarled, ducking into a dodge as Francis's sword swung at him with deadly speed. He had already taken care of the Brit. He had put up a good fight, Managing to put several good hits on Ivan, but despite his speed he had missed the lead pipe swinging for his head by just a millisecond. So now Ivan was being faced on equal terms, weapon to weapon combat. He swung his pipe in a blurring arc, attacking with all he had; this was it. Francis had left to large an opening by mistake and- Ivan froze.

"Matvey…" the voice had rang through his ears so sweetly, filled with fury and desperation. France stared at the Russian as his wide eyes slid half-mast and a dazed expression spread over his face. He looked like he was a million miles over the moon. The edges of his lips twitched up slightly but suddenly pulled downward abruptly, and his eyes darkened again and without even a thought he strode past France.

The Frenchman stood frozen; stunned by what he thought he had just seen before a furiously grinning Belarusian girl whipping her razor sharp knives like a dervish, engaged him in desperate combat.

Ivan strode up the stairs, following the growing sound of a raging Canadian. He could feel himself filled with fury and hope. Had that scream been for him? Had it been a call for him? Had it been what he desperately wanted it to be? Or… had it been… anger that made Matthew call out like that? The though made him falter mid-step… did he really want to face this? Did he…

"IVAN!" this time it was a wail of defeat and anguish.

His thoughts stopped, along with his heart and his steps redoubled. He slammed through the door, making it crunch against the door and scream on its abused hinges. What he saw simultaneously filled him with irritation, euphoria, and gave him a thrill.

His Matvey was chained to a bed, his face slack with surprise and his eyes welling with tears. His body caught mid- thrash and his breath coming in gasps. He was beautiful. Ivan's heart thumped and trembled on the edge of falling out of his chest, aching with worry and fear and affection. He stood frozen in the doorway, barely breathing as the colors of their eyes mixed and melted together.

"I-Ivan…" Ivan barely noticed a fearful looking Toris in the corner as he bolted across the room and nearly threw himself onto the bed looming over Matthew with a cautiously relived look on his face.

"Ivan. You're here…" a smile spread across his face like a dawning sunrise. Ivan felt his worries settle and ducked down to wrap his arms around the Canadian and buried his face in Matthew's sweet smelling shoulder. The last time he had done this Matthew's skin had been wet and slick, the taste of blood on his tongue. Now he was dry and warm and still smelling deliciously of rosehips and sugar. Ivan closed his eyes and breathed it in in huge gasps of pleasure and contentment.

" Da, Matvey… I am here…" Matthew's body twitched as he tried to return Ivan's embrace, sending a twinge of pain through his arms.

"Nnnn… damn these handcuffs…" Ivan pulled away and reached up, grasping the cuffs in his hands and giving a groan as he worked to snap the clasps open. They snapped with a creak and a ratcheting snap, and Matthew's hands were released. He sighed, and his hands fell down around Ivan's shoulders, clenching in the cloth of his jacket and pulling him down so he could a tender kiss to the edge of Ivan's jaw.

The door slammed open and there stood a gasping France, and a little flustered looking Hungary who had apparently been trying to stop him.

Ivan rose up, half dragging Matthew up into his arms. There was a long moment of staring for all in the room. In which several things happened. The first was Francis coming to a realization. The caring way that Ivan had an arm wrapped around Matthew, the fact that Matthew was showing no inclination to get away from the Russian. They pointed to one thing. Matthew had been telling the truth.

The second thing that happened was that England arrived, blood dripping down his face and an absolutely livid expression on his face.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MATTHEW YOU FUCKER!"

The third thing that happened was that Matthew pulled away from Ivan, stood up and suddenly there was a dark aura around him and a hockey stick in his hands.

"Hello Britain. Your just the person I was wanting to see." He snarled, trembling with pissed off energy. All his muscles tensed in preparation for attack when the big Russian man who had previously been watching with a fair amount of both amazement and amusement stood and wrapped himself around the Canadian. His groundingly firm body pressed to Matthews back and his hands covered the clenched fingers that held the hockey stick with gentle force.

At the same moment Francis slipped his arms under Arthur's and pulled them into a firm pinning hold.

"What in the bloody-!"

"Mon amour, sil-vous plait refroidissez votre colère."

The Englishman turned a fiery red.

"F-frog! I don't speak French you bastard!" the Frenchman hissed something into Arthur's ear and he reddened further.

"Je ne suis pas! I mean- I- Wanker!"

"If you will excuse me and dear Arthur, I will try to make him see sense." With that he dragged the protesting Englishman out the door by the arms, with a far from comforting expression on his face.

"He has a better punishment in store, da? Let it go моя влюбленность." Matthew went limp and slumped back into Ivan's body. A sigh escaping his lips and the hockey stick dropped to the ground. Ivan brought Matthew's hands up so that he was holding Matthew's hands and hugging him at the same time.

"I missed you, Matvey."

"I missed you too, Ivan."

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Okay… that was hard to write for some reason…. Well anyways, only one or maybe two chapters left and maybe, just maybe some lemon meringue pie? Mmm…. Lemon meringue pie…

~Sai