"...a-and now we're at my house."

"D-did he follow you? Or stalk you? Or were you being watched and he just walked in? Oh, dear, please don't tell me he was already there! I-I-if Ivan just is in your house, like he was there before you, don't eat or drink anything! It could be poisoned, probably not in your case, so it would be drugged instead, oh, dear, don't fall asleep Matt! Don't ever, EVER sleep if Ivan is in your house! It's even worse if you're in Russia!"

"W-wait a second, Toris! Calm down!" Matthew had called Toris, one of the people that remembered him as of yet, to see what had caused the albino to walk into his territory. "Just breath Toris..." However, at the mention of Ivan actually in his home, the Lithuanian had suddenly panicked and blurted out as many warnings as anyone possibly could about anything in twelve seconds. "He wasn't just there. I...k-kind of...sort of..."

"YOU LET HIM IN YOURSELF? A-ARE YOU MAD OR SOMETHING? WHY WOULD YOU-"

"M-maple..." the blond covered the receiver, holding his ear for a moment. Uncovering it, he proceeded in the conversation-ish thing with caution. "T-Toris...my ear is going to fall off if you keep yelling. P-please calm down..." he heard a sigh from the other end.

"I'm sorry..." he sighed again, trying to calm himself. "I tend to worry a little." Matthew rolled his eyes subtly. A little was an understatement. "Y-you really need to be more careful though. Ivan is a bit...dangerous...a little...sometimes." Matthew shook his head. Toris Lorinaitis. The worrywart, understatement master, submissive semi of the world.

"Do you have any idea why he's here?" he asked quietly, so Ivan (sitting peacefully in the other room) wouldn't overhear him. The nagging thoughts of the Russian knowing where his house was came rushing back, but the Canadian fought the earge to yelp and run. "I don't think I'm near anyone else, besides my brother. I guess he was looking for him for whatever-"

"Alfred?" the last few words were cut off as Toris began answering an unasked question with a question. "Oh! I get it! He's been talking about taking Alaska back or something. I didn't think he was serious though...he has the child, Alexei, so I didn't think he was too mad." a pause filled the next few seconds. Alexei, huh? That's a pretty name. Matthew thought to himself. I wonder if-

"I-I'd run if started acting violent! Ivan's violent when he's violent!" somehow, the last statement made by the brunette made perfect sense, and he totally wasn't restating his thoughts, 'like, seriously,' as his Polish boyfriend would say. "Violent Ivan is not someone you want to meet! He's violent!"

"Ok, ok," he hushed Toris for the last time. "I-I need to go. I need to get the food. I'll call if I need anything. For now, I need to put pancakes on my syrup." He hung up, placing the phone on the receiver while taking the food into the room where Ivan was.

Matthew did put pancakes on his syrup. That was the first strange quality Ivan noticed about him. He also ate syrup off a stick after freezing it into some sticky 'candy.' There was one thing that amused him even more than his eating habits. That was that little swirly piece of hair, just kind of bouncing along on his head with each step the Canadian took.

"Why were you out alone in the cold?" Ivan asked, blinking with that eerie innocence. "You must have been lonely, da?"

"I-I'm fine, I guess." He wasn't though. He knew he wasn't fine. If he was, he would have ran the minute he saw Ivan. He didn't run, though. He actually let Ivan in himself, as Toris had said. The Canadian had a perfectly clear conscience, though, and wasn't afraid at all. He didn't mind the fact that Ivan knew how to get to his house anymore. He was just happy to be noticed for once. He felt Ivan's arms around him now, and looking up, his vision was blurred. Darn it…

"Vsye chorosho, Matvey. Vsye chorosho." He stroked Matthew's hair, calming both of them quite a bit. They still weren't sure what had upset the blond, not even Kumajiro.

"Ivan?"

"Da?"

"Y-you're my friend, r-right?"

"Da."

Matthew smiled, wrapping his arms around Ivan. He wasn't sad anymore. He was noticed. Ivan wasn't isolated anymore. He had a friend as well.

"S-so, um…" Matthew squirmed away. "Do you want to watch hockey?"

"Da!" Matthew picked up the remote, turning the channel to hockey. He sat back down next to Ivan, putting his arms around the taller nation again. From there, the two promised themselves silently to never let the other fall, never let him stop smiling, never stop noticing him. The two were an odd match, unexpected too, but they were happy, and that was all that mattered, right?

Matthew and Ivan hadn't noticed they fell asleep on the couch. Kumajiro sighed, locking the front door. He curled up next to them, falling asleep even though he saw the name 'Alfred J.' on the caller ID.

Bears couldn't talk on the phone.

A/N

Vsye chorosho = It's okay

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