"What did you do this time?"
"I'm hurt you think it's MY fault! I thought you loved me West." Gilbert said dramatically from his spot on his bed, covered in gauze and a thick patch over his right eye. Ludwig looked down at his injured brother unimpressed. It wasn't pleasant to have a very angry Russian bust down his door.
"Gilbert, he threw you through a wall. Ivan wouldn't just come to our house and do that without reason." The blond said firmly, trying to get some answers. Gilbert looked away from the German stubbornly. His vermillion eyes glazed over slightly as he stared out the window. Out loud he would never admit it but waking to seeing Ivan hovering over him had scared him.
It was like he was back in the Russian's house all over again.
An icy chill went through him as the albino turned to look at Ludwig. The younger nation leveled his look with a masked one. "I don't know what crawled up Ivan's ass and died. He needs anger management, seriously." Gilbert said, earning an exhausted sigh from Ludwig.
"You better thank…" He trailed off, trying to remember the blond that had calmed down Ivan. "Amer-"
"Canada." Gilbert cut in sharply. Ludwig coughed to hide his flush of embarrassment.
"Canada. If he didn't step in you would be in worse shape than you are." Gilbert opened his mouth to tell his brother he could have taken Ivan without Birdie's help when said Canadian rushed into to the room, leaning over Gilbert worriedly.
"Are you alright? Sorry I couldn't check in on you sooner but I had to calm Ivan down." Matthew said, a healthy flush to his face from running back to the house from where ever he took Ivan. Gilbert grinned up at him as Ivan entered the room reluctantly.
"I'm the awesome Prussia, of course I'm alright! Better than ever even!" The albino boasted. The nation of Canada smiled then frowned as he looked over the battered man again.
"Would you like anything? Something to drink or eat…I could make you pancakes." The blond said worriedly.
"That won't be necessary Amer-"
"Canada." Both Ivan and Gilbert corrected in sync with the other. Ludwig looked away, embarrassed that he mixed up the same person twice in less than five minutes. Matthew simply smiled and looked at the Prussian. Gilbert grinned and let out his famous hissing chuckle.
"I'd love some pancakes." He said causing the Canadian positively beam, and Ivan to frown.
"I'll make them right away." Matthew said and then left the room. Gilbert would have smiled at the retreating back, if it wasn't for a Russian following his Birdie out of the door. His ruby eyes glanced at the side of his bed at feeling the blankets move. Emotionless black, beaded eyes stared back at him.
"Hey, Kumajiro." Gilbert said to gain more of the normally inattentive Polar Bear's attention. His ears perked up at hearing his name and not some variant of it. "Go bite Ivan if he touches Birdie."
"Who?"
"Canada, the one who feeds you." The bear continued to stare at him as his mind slowly processed what was being asked of him. Kumajiro dropped down to all fours and waddled to the door. Ludwig watched all this and sighed under his breath.
Kumajiro didn't fully understand the orders the Prussian had given him but he got the vague, if slightly wrong idea. Bite anyone who touched the person who feeds him seal. The Polar Bear walked into the kitchen were the scent of pancakes filled the air. He tilted his head as he listened in on the one who feeds him and the big creepy one's conversation.
"I don't care what the reason was Ivan you can't just go around and do that." Matthew said as he expertly flipped the pancake without a spatula. It still wasn't that beautiful brown yet.
"Matvey, I had a good reason, da?"
"'He touched you' isn't a good reason. Are you going to throw the Prime Minster through a wall next time he shakes my hand or Papa when he hugs me?" Ivan remained quiet, but in his mind it was churning storm. His dark violet eyes glanced to the entryway where Kumajiro sat, listening in on them. "Now," Matthew continued. "I'm going to take care of Gilbert until he's better and you better apologize."
Ivan's violet eyes widen as he looked at the personified nation of Canada. "Matvey…You cannot expect me to apologize to that dissolved nation!" At this Matthew turned to the Russian with a fierce look in his normally soft eyes.
"What did you call him?" Ivan was shocked at the tone Matthew's voice had taken, he could even hear Kumajiro growling behind him. "If you EVER call him that again Ivan I swear on Gaia herself I will throw you out of this house and never let you back in. Are we clear?"
"да..." The personified Russia breathed out softly. Matthew gave him a sharp nod and turned back to his pancakes. Ivan turned, pausing at seeing Kumajiro watching him with intelligent black eyes.
"Apologize." The Polar Bear said firmly. Ivan pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Canada's back in question. "Later."
"извините..." Ivan whispered in a rush, glaring at Gilbert. The albino's eyes widened then narrowed at the Russian, Ivan never apologized for anything.
"Not accepted, bastard." A thick silence fell on the room as the two stared emoitonlessly at each other. Gilbert took in a deep breath then exhaled slowly. "Listen, I don't care about being thrown through a wall but I do care about Matthew. I won't let you hurt him, he's mine." A dangerous gleam darkened Ivan's eyes at those words.
"I think you are mistaken, маленькая снежинка," Gilbert growled at the nickname. "Matvey is mine." The tension in the room doubled at the Russian's words.
"You're going to regret those words, Commie."
"Then it is a challenge then, да? To see which one of us will win his heart."
"You're on! Don't expect an invite to our wedding!"
Alright this is REALLY short compared to the first but I think I owe it to give your guys/gals something! If you have any ideas on how Ivan/Gilbert would try to win Matthew's heart I'd love to hear it! And if I could get some help on my Russian that would be awesome!