And so Matthew had time. Alot of time.
He wasn't sure what the hour had been when he'd woken up, but he guessed it'd been sometime in the morning. It was hard to tell. The little window had some sunlight streaming through it, and as the hours passed the sunspot on the floor moved slowly.
He rested, as Russia had instructed him to do, but only because there just wasn't much else TO do when one is chained to a bed in an empty room. He traced the patterns on his mattress with his fingers at least a dozen times. He counted the links on his chain. He lay gazing at the ceiling and let his eyes unfocus so little pictures, faces and things would appear in the stucco. That wasn't hard to do at all without his glasses.. sigh. He hoped Russia planned to give them back..
He tried to dream up ways he could escape. He could try wrapping the chain around Russia's neck and choking him Jabba the Hutt style.. but the thought brought up images of himself dressed in a Princess Leia outfit and he started giggling all over again.
At least he was still laughing. It kept him from crying.
Choking Russia wouldn't work tho. The man was too big, and too strong for him. Matthew was likely to get himself killed if he ever tried something like that.
His only hope was if Russia planned on unchaining him from the bed at some point. Ivan couldn't leave him in this room forever, right?
Right..?
Matthew curled up on his side and shivered with the thought.. and the chill that was still in the room. He was cold. He wished he had a blanket at least.
Even through the chill, at some point he dozed off, curled tightly into himself and with his cheek resting on his arm. He dreamed lightly of maple syrup and pancakes. Eating a whole stack of them, his lips covered in sticky sweetness..
He woke when his stomach growled. A moment later the lock clicked and the door opened. Russia walked in with a tray of food.
Canada quickly sat up and shuffled back as far as he could on the bed, the chain dragging with him. He brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself, same as before, to hide his nudity as best he could.
Russia smiled brightly and set the tray down on the bed, then carefully sat next to it so nothing would spill. The smell of warm food pricked Matthew's nose and he couldn't help but examine what it was the Russian had brought him to eat.
It wasn't any sort of food he'd ever seen or tried before. It was foreign to him, but it smelled good. There was a plate of what looked like some kind of cabbage rolls, and a couple skewers of seasoned meat. There was a bowl of red coloured stew that Matthew at least knew was borscht. To drink there was a glass of milk.
"Are you ready to eat, my little Matvey?" Russia smiled.
Matthew's gaze went from the Russian's happy expression to the food tray, and back again. He wrinkled his nose and turned his face away.
Ivan sighed, tho he didn't sound overly disappointed. He picked up the fork and knife and cut into one of the cabbage rolls. He put a piece in his mouth and chewed with a satisfied 'mmm'.
Canada closed his eyes. He wanted to plug his ears so he wouldn't have to listen to the Russian eating, but that would mean possibly exposing something. So he rested his chin on his knees and tried to imagine he was somewhere else. Anywhere else.
Russia ate the meal. In between bites, he talked.
"I call France today. I ask him if he notice anything strange about meeting. He said no."
Ivan picked up a skewer and pulled a piece of meat off with his teeth. Matthew peeked at him through his bangs.
"Then I call England. I ask him same thing. He hung up on me."
Matthew's shoulders started to droop. He knew England hadn't noticed anything strange about the meeting either. He was the last person who would notice one missing Canada..
"Then.." Russia took the spoon and gulped down some of the borscht, "I call America."
Matthew's eyes shot up and he stiffened. Alfred wouldn't have noticed Canada missing from the meeting either, but maybe he'd tried to contact him since then! Maybe he knew something was wrong and he was worried!
Russia wiped his mouth with a napkin and smiled.
"He laugh at me for hockey game in Sochi. Then I laugh at HIM for being sore loser to Finland and getting ass kicked by Canada. He hung up on me too."
Matthew's heart fell.
Oh.. yeah. Alfred hasn't spoken to me since then.
The last thing on America's mind was Canada. After what had happened at the Olympics.. Alfred was a very sore loser.. and would probably give Matthew the cold shoulder for a long time. So there was no hope of an American rescue.
No one remembered him. No one cared..
The little blond felt his eyes start to sting. But before the tears welled enough to spill down his cheeks, Russia spoke again. His voice was soft, and gentle.
"Did Matvey decide what to call me?"
Russia tugged very lightly on the chain about Canada's neck. Matthew stared at him.
"Ivan, or Vanya. Which do you prefer?"
I'd prefer to call you a deranged psychotic maniac!
Russia picked up one of the remaining meat skewers and held it out to the little blond. He tugged on the chain a little harder, but the Matthew wouldn't move.
"Tell me, and eat. It tastes very good."
Matthew felt his mouth begin to water as the smell of the food wafted beneath his nose. He wanted so badly just to give in and accept the food.. but..
Instead he glared.
"Russia. Just Russia."
Canada squirmed away and turned, putting his back to Ivan and the food. He heard the Russian sigh with disappointment. He heard the tray being packed up, then felt the mattress lift when the larger man's weight left it.
Ivan crossed the room and left, the door closing and locking behind him.
It was then that Matthew's stomach gave a mighty and scolding roar. How could you? It seemed to say.
Canada lay down on the mattress and gazed at the spot where Ivan had been sitting moments earlier. His lip trembled and his tears began to fall. He sniffled and shivered. When he whispered there was no one there to hear him.
"...Vanya.."
Short chapter! But a fun one. Poor Mattie!
Hope you all like it so far. ^.^