Chapter 5
Russia sighed and sat in his chair at his desk. He rubbed the red and burning cheek where Matvey had slapped him. The boy could hit hard. He grimaced as he remembered the kick to his soft spot. The boy was an angel with immense strength. A very beautiful angel... The phone began to ring. He sighed and pulled out the phone. He grimaced at the caller ID:
Katyusha Braginski
He opened the phone and his sisters voice came blaring into his ear. She was crying.
"I-Ivan! W-why d-d-d-did y-y-you t-t-ta-take M-Matvey?" she bawled. Ivan felt his heart break at her words.
"Sister... why are you calling me?" Ivan asked, but he suspected the answer.
"A-Alfred c-c-call-called me t-t-t-to-to-today. H-h-he s-s-sa-said y-you t-t-to-took M-Matvey!"
"He is my angel now. Please forgive me sister," Ivan sighed.
"WAI-!" Ivan hung up before she could finish. It was pitch black outside. Ivan sighed and got ready for bed. Once he was ready he walked out of his office and stopped outside of Matvey's bedroom door. The slowly opened the door and walked in. Canada was cuddled up with his arm around his polar bear. They were both fast asleep. The polar bear probably went naturally, the Canadian... not so much. He walked over to the bed and bent down to look at the boy's sleeping face.
"So adorable," he smiled and stroked the boys cheek, bringing his lips to the boys forehead. The Canadian sighed a little at the touch. Russia pulled away and did the unthinkable. He climbed into Matthew's bed and wrapped his arms around him and his bear. He smiled at the warmth, the fact of being next to the peaceful boy, and his smell. He smelled like maple. Must be that pancake obsession. He liked the smell. Slowly he fell asleep, Canada cuddled up closer to the warmth and the arms wrapped around him tighter...
"Matvey~" Russia cooed into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He moaned at the throbbing pain in the back of his head and opened his heavy eyelids to see the Russian's face inches from his. Wait... WHAT! He tried to pull away but strong arms held him there.
"W-whats g-going o-o-on!" he stuttered, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. Russia smiled at him. A real genuine smile. No cruelty of death behind it. Canada just stared at him in amazement.
"We have to get up~ You probably have a head ache, Da?" Russia asked. Matthew nodded and gasped when the Russian scooped him up out of the bed. The Russian took long strides and within seconds they were downstairs. Matthew was set on a chair as the Russian retrieved a cup from a cabinet and filled it up with half water and half something else. Then got some ibuprofen from another cabinet. Then set it down in front of the Canadian.
"Thank you," Matthew muttered and graciously put the two pills into his mouth and took a big gulp of water. When they went down he gasped for air and put the cup back on the table. That was not water, it tasted like vodka.
"Hm~? Matvey don't like vodka?" Russia questioned with a sly grin and leaned across the counter.
"Of course I don't! It burns my throat!" he growled and rubbed hi neck, the burning feeling still there. Russia studied the boys reaction with a smirk.
"I filled it half with vodka and half with water. Did it not lessen the hurt?" Russia asked with a fake puppy dog face. Even though it was fake, Matthew thought it was real. He blushed and turned his head away.
"It wasn't as bad as it usually is," he muttered and grabbed the glass again, taking a forced gulp of the stuff. Russia watched in triumph, but soon realized why the boy didn't want to drink it. His cheeks got redder as the alcohol started to get through his system. Russia quickly took the cup from him and dumped the rest into the sink.
"Matvey is a light drinker, Da~?" Russia giggled as glossy blue-purple eyes looked at him. He walked over to the partially drunk Canadian grabbing the sides of his head with both hands.
"Ivan is so tall," Matthew slurred, Russia blushed a bit at the comment.
"Matvey is so cute~" he purred. Before the Canadian could say something, Russia pushed his lips to the blond's. Russia was surprised when the Canadian leaned into the kiss. Must be the vodka... or his French side. Russia laughed to himself. If the French side came out whenever the boy got drunk, he might just get drunk enough to...! Russia pulled back, much to Matthew's displeasure. He traced the lips and Canada let out a soft purr and a smile slipped onto his lips.
"Russia is nice~" he smiled up at the Russian with soft eyes. Russia knew what he had to do. He walked over and got the cup he had discarded into the sink and pulled out a bottle from his pocket. The liquid chloroform. He had to do this, the boy was drunk, he already had the look France used when he was flirting and Russia was about to give into temptation. He filled the glass full of the liquid and handed it to the drunk Canadian.
"Here you go Matvey~ Since you seem to like vodka so much, you can try my favorite kind!" Russia lied. Matthew took the glass happily and gulped down all the glasses content before recognizing the familiar sickeningly sweet taste of chloroform. His eyesight blurred and everything went dark...
Ivan caught the blond before he could fall out of his chair. His cheeks were still red from the alcohol, but Russia was still happy the boy was asleep. Not that he didn't like the flirtatious drunken Matvey, it was just he didn't want to give into temptation during the war. Russia carried him to the living room and placed the boy on the couch. A 'pat pat pat' sounded on the stairs and a little polar bear peeked around the corner and starred at the Russian and his master.
"Hello Kumajiro. What are you doing? trying to get to Matvey, Da~?" Russia smiled and the bear dashed to his master and hopped onto the boys chest. Russia chuckled a bit as the bear got into a protective stance on the blond.
"Who?" it asked, a growl emanating from his throat. Russia giggled a bit.
"Me or your master?" Russia decided to play dumb, knowing fully who the bear was asking.
"You," it replied. Canada, even in his unconscious state, wrapped his arm around the bear and cuddled it close.
"I am Russia. He is Canada, but you knew that, Da?" Russia smirked and brushed some blond hair out of Matthew's sleeping face. When Russia didn't get a response he looked down at the bear to see that it was asleep. The picture was perfect. A boy that looked like an angel cuddling a snow white bear, just perfect. Russia kissed the top of his head and patted the bear. He took off his coat and laid it on them both, then walked out of the room and processed to make breakfast in the kitchen...
"That stupid commie bastard!" America screamed. Everyone in the conference room jumped. Ukraine was sobbing next to Alicia and Eva had an arm wrapped around the woman's shoulder. Logan was making an attack plan and Cuba was cursing in all the languages he could.
"Stop moping and try to DO something to help," Mexico hissed and started to help Australia with his plan. As if on cue, America's phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID, grimacing at what it said.
Colorado
"Who is it?" Alicia asked, curiosity clearly shone on her tanned features. Alfred gave them all a strained laugh.
"M-my son... brace yourselves," he sighed and opened the phone quickly putting it on speaker.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!" Colorado slurred. Everyone was shocked at how much the voice sounded intoxicated.
"What do you need Colorado? Or do you want me to call you by your human name? Hm~ Yun?" America asked bitterly.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! SAY THAT TO MY- HEY! DON'T TAKE MY PHONE!" he yelled as the sound of the phone being ripped out of the drunken Colorado-an's hand.
"Daddy?" a sweet voice asked. Alfred sighed in relief.
"Hawaii! Thank GOD! Can you shut up your brother?" He asked his daughter.
"Was that really Colorado?" Eva asked.
"His names Yun?" Alicia asked.
"You have KIDS!" Cuba yelled.
"GODDAMN IT YES! WHY IS THAT SO HARD TO BELIEVE!" America wailed.
"Well, we know where Colorado gets his bad mouth from," Logan sighed.
"Daddy... what is going on? You haven't talked to us in a while... you worried Maine to the point of tears," Hawaii asked saddly. America's breath hitched in his throat.
"S-sorry, um, Canada was kidnaped by that damn commie," America explained. There was a loud crash in the background.
"Daddy you're going onto speaker phone," she said and there was a click as the button was pushed.
"Hawaii! Colorado is way to drunk! I can't hold him back for very long!" a boy yelled. He had a southern accent.
"let me go Texas! I'm going to kill him! That Frenchman is so DEAD!" he screeched.
"Colorado... Russia kidnaped him, not France," America tried to explain.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'LL GET MATTHEW BACK!" Colorado yelled. There was a loud crash and Hawaii gave a little shriek.
"Ow... New York! Alaska! Hawaii! Do something!" Texas moaned.
"What going on!" Ukraine squeaked.
"Colorado's throwing a drunken temper tantrum," he sighed.
"Daddy, we want to help!" Hawaii said after the noise had subsided. They could all hear yells of protest from a very pissed off Colorado-an.
"Is he going to let us help?" a boy asked.
"Hold on a minute, Alaska. Please, Daddy! We are strong! We can help!" She pleaded. America let out a little sigh of defeat.
"Well? What is is going to be?" Alaska questioned. America could just picture the tall, black haired, blued eyed boy with a snow coat on and a lifeless stare, which would now be holding lifeless questioning eyes.
"Yes you can help. What did you have in mind?" he smiled as Hawaii let out one of her cute squeals and New York let out a 'yeah hoo'.
"Lets meet tomorrow at the conference house, okay?" America asked.
"Yeah~" New York yelled in triumph and line went dead...
"My head hurts," Colorado moaned and leaned on Hawaii's shoulder. They all walked into the large room. They sat down at chairs that had a piece of paper with there names on it. The moment they sat down Colorado slammed his head on the table over and over again. Then the doors swang open again and a load of nations walked in. Hawaii couldn't help but stare at how cool they were. Colorado kept banging his head on the table, which was now dented with a huge hole.
"Colorado, please don't destroy the table," America said and took the seat at the front of the table. All the nations looked at the states with curiosity. El Salvador walked up to her seat and grimaced, she was next to the little state banging his head on the table.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"No~" Colorado moaned and rested his head on the table so he could see who was talking to him. Alicia was stunned. He had bleach blond hair, light violet-blue eyes and somewhat tan skin.
"What state are you?" Eva asked as she came up and sat next to her sister.
"Oh~ good point! What state are you?" Alicia giggled. She was thinking Texas or Alaska.
"Colorado," he sighed and closed his eyes. His head was throbbing from his hangover and from hitting his head on the table. Eva and Alicia looked at each other and back at the short boy, who at the moment, was about to fall asleep.
"He he he! So cute!" Eva whispered into her sisters ear. El Salvador nodded in agreement.
"Who are you?" ha asked in a drowsy voice and opened his eyes, slightly glossed over with the need for sleep, to look at the two girls.
"I'm Alicia of El Salvador!" Alicia giggled.
"Eva or Puerto Rico," Eva smiled at the tired state.
"Nice to meet ya'..." his voice drifted off and he was fast asleep.
"America, where do I sit?" Alaska asked.
"Next to Colorado," Alfred said and pointed to the Alaskan's brother. He sighed and walked towards him.
"Alaska, can you take this to him?" Hawaii asked and held out a blanket, Alaska nodded and took the blanket and continued over to his hung-over brother.
"AH~ Who are you?" Alicia squealed. Alaska laid the blanket over Colorado and sat down.
"Alaska," he answered and didn't look at the girl who had just spoken. "And who are you?"
"I'm El Salvador! You can call me Alicia!"
"I'm Puerto Rico! Eva's the name!" they both burst out laughing. Colorado moaned and Alaska looked down at him.
"L-loud..." he sighed. He didn't even want to open his eyes. Everything in his body hurt and his head was heavy and stuffy.
"You wouldn't have gotten such a bad hangover if you had just stopped drinking when you were told," Alaska sighed. His brother was the biggest idiot he new... aside from Massachusetts.
"Your so cold," he mumbled. There was silence between them until he heard the quiet snores of the little state. They weren't like a certain American's obnoxious snores (*cough*Alfred *cough*), but they were light and like little quiet hums.
"He is so cute!" Alicia giggled and patted the top of his head. Alaska tensed. he really despised his brother, but he didn't like that a Nation was touching his brother.
"Okay lets get down to business. Do you have any idea's new York?" Alfred asked a tall boy. He had pail skin and charcoal hair with red and blue streaks. Ear piercing's ran up and down both ears, he had two lip piercing's, one nose piercing, and two eyebrow piercing's. Altogether he was what other nations believed a typical American would look like.
"Well! i was thinking, like, we should, like, send aliens to eat there brains and zombies to rip them apart! Then I'll go in and save Matthew from all the monsters that have suddenly appeared! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm so AWESOME! Beat that!" New York had gone off into a fit of laughs. He was shut up as a block of brocken splintering wood crashed into his face, silencing him, but only for a moment. "WHAT THE HELL!"
"If you don't shut up, I will sew your mouth shut without anesthesia," the short boy snarled.
"Don't take your anger out on me! You're the one who decided to drink from noon to midnight in that fucking gypsy bar!" he retoted. Only to squeak as a chair came hurdling towards his head. Sadly, New York was to slow to dodge it and was hit in the head by the chair. The force of the impact threw him back and he smashed into a wall, leaving a meter thick dent.
"If you ever say those things about them like that. I'll nuder you before you can say your own name!" he growled. New York got out of the crevice and glared at his brother with intent to murder. America did a face palm.
"This is going to be a long day," he whispered and let out a huge sigh. This was going to be a long, long day.