"America is.. coming?"

Matthew's eyes were glazed over from sleepiness as he watched Russia pulling his underwear back on.

"Da."

Ivan took a housecoat from the wardrobe and threw it around his shoulders, tying the sash loosely around his waist.

"He's coming.. here?"

"Da!" Russia sent an angry glare towards the blond who still sat in the bed. "Put clothing on. Now."

Matthew gave his head a shake to help himself wake up, then threw back the covers and hurried to find his own underwear. He already had one of Russia's shirts on.

He was herded out the bedroom door. With a hand on his shoulder, he was taken down to the office. The entire house was dark and eerie. All the servants had gone to bed. Ivan turned on the lights in the office and closed the door behind them. He headed for his large desk and Matthew followed.

He wished he'd thought to put on a pair of socks. His feet were chilly, and he shuffled them, gazing down at them as Russia opened one of the drawers and pulled something out, laying it on the desk.

America is coming here tomorrow.. To see me.

Matthew turned the thought over and over in his mind, like a difficult math problem. He couldn't quite grasp what it meant. Perhaps he was just too tired after such a long day, but the news that the American would be there the next day didn't immediately mean anything to Canada other than it made Russia very angry.

I've never seen him angry..

Matthew chewed his lip, his eyes still downcast.

Even in the beginning.. he was never angry. He was a bit scary but... he was always kind.

A familiar sound chimed from Russia's desk. The opening music of a loading Windows operating system. Matthew glanced up and saw that Ivan had opened a laptop and turned it on. A laptop with.. a Canadian flag sticker on it's lid.

"...Wah...?"

Matthew's mind began to churn, and he frowned with the effort of thought. It took a few minutes, but he almost heard the 'click' when his mind suddenly snapped the pieces into place.

That was his laptop. His laptop was sitting on Russia's desk.

Russia was logging in to his laptop.

"You.. that's.."

He stepped closer, the light from the screen reflecting off the lenses of his glasses. He stared as his moose wallpaper and all of his icons loaded on the screen. Once it was ready, Russia clicked into his email.

"How did.. you.."

Another click in his mind. Matthew's pupils dilated with realization.

When he'd arrived in Russia so many months ago he hadn't had time to take his suitcase to a hotel and drop it off. He'd brought it along to where he'd thought the G8 meeting was to take place. In his suitcase were his clothes, his identification, his phone, and his laptop. His personal laptop with all of his personal files, personal work, personal contacts.. it was all tucked away inside the luggage which had been dropped and forgotten when Russia attacked him. He'd never thought about it once when he'd woken up chained to a bed in Russia's house. It had been entirely forgotten.

"That's mine!" He cried, reaching to try and grab it off the desk. Ivan held up a hand to stop him, only long enough to let the email finish loading. Then he stood and pointed to his chair.

"Sit."

Matthew blinked at him, but did as he was told. He sat down and stared at the screen. There were emails.. many emails, most marked as 'read'. Correspondence with his boss, with other nations, and one unread email.

"You.. my.. this.." Matthew looked from the laptop, to Ivan, and back to the laptop again. He was at a loss for words.. except for one more.

"Password..!?"

"It was maple123. Not hard to guess, little one." Russia shrugged. "Now read."

Matthew read.

He scrolled to find email threads that had started or continued only days after he'd been kidnapped. His boss had sent him a message, asking for his report on the G8 summit. And.. 'Canada' had replied in a very business-like manner.. about a meeting he'd never attended. He added at the end that Russia had invited him to stay for awhile, to improve relations and possibly to come to a favourable trade re-negotiation that would benefit both nations. Canada's boss had written back, readily agreeing. Even encouraging it.

There were further emails between himself and his boss over the next few weeks.. talking about how well things were going with Russia. Talking about how much he was enjoying his stay, and talking about different agreements that were being made between himself, Ivan, and Ivan's boss.

The writing was all business. None of his personality ever went into his correspondence with his boss, so Matthew could understand how easy it was for Russia to impersonate him. And if Canada knew his own boss, he knew the man was eager to gain the power and wealth that would come from better trading deals with Russia.

Matthew scrolled and clicked through email after email. There were messages sent from other nations - France, England, Japan - all business. He'd apparently replied to all of them - business and more business - nothing personal. None of them suspected anything was different. None of them realized someone other than Canada was handling Canada's inbox.

But there was one email thread that was different from the rest.

America.

This was the thread that held the unread email.

Matthew swallowed hard and his hand shook as he clicked it. When it opened on the screen, he scrolled all the way to the bottom to read through the entire conversation.

The first email was dated two months after he'd been brought to Ivan's house. Alfred emailed him with a simple "Yo bro! Wazzap?".

Ivan's reply had been an attempt at simple, English slang. "Not much, bro! Jus' chillin with a Molson, watchin the game."

Matthew cringed, thinking of the laugh America had let out when he'd read the email. He never butchered the English language with slang the same way his brother did. But Ivan couldn't have known this.

The email conversation went on..

"LOL, are u for realz? Hahaha, anyway.. u wanna come for a weekend or whatever? We can play a couple games, get shitfaced and stuff."

"No thanks, bro! I got other plans. Please get shitfaced without me. Sorry, eh?"

"Dude, for serious? Ur turning me down? Since when do u turn me down for hockey?"

Matthew knew the invitation had been Alfred's way of saying 'I'm sorry I was pissed at you for winning the gold medal at the Olympics'.. and it was VERY out of place for Matthew to refuse. He was surprised America didn't immediately realize something was wrong. But then.. Alfred wasn't always the brightest Star on the Spangled Banner.

There had been no reply to America after that. Ivan clearly hadn't known what to say.. so he'd hoped the American problem would go away. And it did.. for a few weeks. Then Alfred had emailed again.

"U pissed at me?"

Ivan had waited two days to reply.

"No, I am not upset. I am just busy as of late."

At least he'd dropped the attempt at slang..

America had written back right away, his temper obviously tantruming.

"Fine, whatever. Fuck you."

A few more weeks had passed before another American email had come.

"Mattie, what's up? Ur for sure pissed at me. What's going on?"

Ivan had replied right away. Matthew wondered if he was worried at this point, that the American wasn't giving up so easily. That someone out there was actually attempting to make contact with Canada. Someone remembered him.

"I am not angry with you, America. I promise to you that everything is fine. I have been on an important business trip and it has taken up much of my attention. I am working on economic ties with another nation and it is a very busy time for me. Please accept my apologies, but I will not have time to spend with you for quite awhile."

No more emails.. for two months. And then..

"Mattie, what the fuck? Your boss just told mine that you've been in Russia since the G8? Your economic ties are going on with RUSSIA? What the hell is wrong with you? You've put a hugeass bug up my boss' ass and he's yelling for me to find out what the effin HELL is going on with you! Why didn't you tell me?"

"America - it is not your business what I do and who I do it with. Please leave me alone."

Matthew shook his head. You never tell America to leave you alone. America never left anyone alone.

More emails had been sent over the course of the next couple days from America, demanding details about his doings with Russia. None had been replied to. Finally, it seemed, Alfred was starting to get the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

"Listen Matt.. I'm gonna grab a plane and come see you, ok? I don't like this."

There was a reply this time.

"No. Do not come to see me."

Huge red flag. Alfred knew there was something wrong for sure. This was the last of the emails.. the unread one. It had been sent that morning.

"Kay, well.. I'm makin arrangements and I'll be there as soon as I can. My boss is gonna call Russia's boss to let him know and give him an arrival time. Hang tight, Mattie.. I hope you're ok."

So America's boss had called Russia's boss. And while they'd been out enjoying Maslenitsa, Russia's boss had called and left a message, saying they'd better prepare for a meeting tomorrow. America and his boss would be knocking on their door first thing in the morning.

Matthew flopped back in Ivan's chair, his arms hanging limply at his sides. He stared at the screen and his inbox full of emails sent and received without his knowledge. Russia, who had been standing behind him the entire time, cleared his throat.

"Come sit with me."

Ivan went to sit on one of the loveseats. Matthew rose to follow, feeling dizzy. He felt overloaded.. like way too much information had just been shoved into his head.

He couldn't process all of this. He was afraid his mind would burst if he tried.

He sat next to Russia who pulled him into his lap. His body was on auto-pilot and he curled up into the larger mans embrace, seeking comfort. He tucked his head beneath Russia's chin and closed his eyes. Russia rubbed his back.

Silence filled the office.

He just wanted to fall asleep. He wished he WAS asleep and this was all a bad dream. He would wake up in Ivan's arms and life would continue as it had for the past few months.

"You belong to me, my little Matvey." Russia finally spoke. He pushed the blond back, and Matthew stared into his purple gaze. "Say it."

When Matthew didn't respond right away, Russia gave him a little shake.

"I belong to you, Vanya."

Ivan kissed him.

It was a forceful, angry kiss that left his lips swollen. A large hand fisted in his hair and pulled his head back, causing his mouth to fall open. Russia's tongue swept in, possessive and searching.

Matthew couldn't stop the moan that escaped his throat.

Russia's hands were everywhere, pulling him from his clothes. The housecoat had fallen open and Matthew roamed Ivan's chest with his fingertips, mapping out the scars he'd memorized long ago. There was a hardness growing beneath his bottom, straining for him.

He slipped to the floor between Russia's legs and pulled the thick, heavy erection free of the underwear. There was liquid dripping from the tip and Matthew bent his head to taste it, swirling his tongue around it.

"Yessss.." Ivan hissed as the little blond opened his mouth to take him in. "Matvey.."

Matthew opened his throat and swallowed as much of Ivan's member as he could. When he could go no further he suppressed a gag and came up for air. He kissed the heated skin, pressing his cheek against it, then licked and suckled at the head. He palmed the rest, squeezing the throbbing hard length of it.

The thought that this would soon be inside of him, rocking into him, pounding against him, caused Matthew to shiver in anticipation. He paused long enough to suck on his own two fingers, wetting them. His mouth closed over the tip again, and he reached between his own legs and pushed his fingers into his entrance.

He moaned as he fingered himself, preparing himself for Russia. He coated Russia's length with saliva, then climbed back into his lap.

Ivan grasped his hips as Matthew guided himself down. The tip pushed past his tight entrance and he cried out as this initially painful part.. but it didn't keep him from working his way down until he was fully seated and completely impaled.

He took a deep breath to help himself relax. He'd taken Ivan countless times now, but the man was still huge and it took time to adjust. Russia held still, and distracted him with another kiss. He began whispering into the blond's ear, the way he always did, bringing gooseflesh and shivers.

"My sweet little Matvey," Ivan breathed, "So pretty.. so soft.."

Fingers pinched his nipple and Matthew gasped. He started to rock in Ivan's lap, only a little. He whimpered from the feeling of fullness, of being stretched.

"My Matvey. Only mine."

Russia bit down into the tender flesh of Matthew's neck, bringing out a cry. He kissed and sucked at the spot, until he was sure a bruise was left behind.

"Say it. Tell me."

"Only yours!" Matthew moaned, raising his hips and sitting back down, the length sliding deeply inside him.

Russia wrapped his arms around the blonds waist and began to thrust into him. Matthew whimpered and squirmed, spreading his legs as far as he could so it was easier. He clung to Ivan who worked up a furious pace beneath him, his eyes welling and spilling tears from the pleasure and pain of it.

He came first - he always did. He shook with the force of it, his fingers turning to claws that raked down the Russian's back. He felt Ivan's orgasm building by the way the man's hips began to jerk, losing their rhythm. Ivan pounded into him, then buried himself to the hilt and held the little blond in place as he filled him with sticky warmth.

Matthew collapsed over Ivan, trembling. Ivan was panting, and sank back against the loveseat. Their sweaty, overheated bodies began to cool. Matthew shifted to get more comfortable, then sighed as Ivan's length slid out of him. He felt stickiness dripping from him, trailing down his leg.

When they'd recovered, they snuck back upstairs to Russia's bedroom and washroom where they cleaned up. They crawled into bed together, and like any other night Matthew snuggled into Ivan's arms and settled down for sleep after a goodnights kiss. But..

But.. the little blond found he couldn't sleep. Even with Russia's soothing snores and Koshka's comforting purrs from his pillow.

He lay awake long into the night.