Turkey-more corny than horny. HURR.

Warning: Fluff, TurCan, RusAme, Prumano, Nichu, GerIta, FrUK.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. I have fun manipulating their characters, though

Sharing the Love

The next morning dawned with unusual brightness. Matthew opened his eyes and within moments he knew why and smiled.

"It snowed."

"Great," Sadiq mumbled beside him, making Matthew jump. "How fucking convenient."

"Oh, come on. It's just snow!"

"As if we haven't got enough things stacked against us," Sadiq grumbled and sat up, shivering. His hood had been draped over his eyes for the entire night and now he pulled his overcoat on, hiding his face as he did so. Matthew chuckled.

"What?"

"You really are serious about that mask thing."

"Yeah," Sadiq said, not really knowing why himself. He'd have to investigate that. "I just like having my face covered."

Matthew wriggled out of the sleeping bag, naked. Sadiq nearly exposed all his face by looking up to study him, then quickly remembered himself. Even so, he couldn't pull his gaze away. "You really are beautiful. I hope you know that."

Matthew looked at him and blushed. "Uh… yeah, thanks. But I can't wait to see you. You're probably hiding a lot more than everyone thinks under that hood."

"Or maybe I'm just the Phantom of the Opera under here," Sadiq joked. "You never know."

Matthew giggled. "I doubt that." He leaned in to kiss him, and Sadiq quickly captured his lips. Sadiq ended the kiss sooner than Matthew would have liked and pulled their sleeping bag around his naked form.

"You'll get sick being naked like that," Sadiq told him and looked him over once more. He couldn't believe he had not noticed the Canadian before. He was one of the cutest, prettiest things he had ever seen. I hope I'm not falling too hard, Sadiq mused. Can he tell? He peered up at Matthew from beneath his hood and found the Canadian smiling at his ogling. Of course he can. France raised him. He licked his lips and tried to compose himself… he could feel himself hardening and there was no place for that now. "D-do you always sleep naked?"

Matthew giggled again. Such a sweet little giggle. "Well, um, Francis did rub off on me in that way." Then he added when he realized the double meaning of his own words, "Oh, um, I mean, not literally, just uh—"

"Just get dressed, you cute, flustered thing," Sadiq laughed, tossing Matthew his clothes and watching him dress himself. Despite his deep blush, Matthew slipped into his clothes sensually. It didn't look like he was doing it on purpose, but it seemed that way to Sadiq. He could feel a stirring in his groin. Francis's influence… again. "You know," he said. "I like sweets, but you're the best one I've ever had. I think we should go our separate ways, because pretty soon, I will have a bad case of high blood sugar from you."

Matthew looked so adorable with his face scrunched up in laughter like that. Words couldn't describe how much Sadiq wanted him right then.

"Oh, please don't, you corny dork. I'll be less sweet to you if you want, though it might be hard."

"Don't you change a thing," Sadiq said, kissing him on the lips again. "And I know it would be hard for you to be anything but sweet, sweet." He got to his feet and extended a hand to help Matthew up.

The Canadian turned to go out, and Sadiq suddenly had an impulse to grab his hand. Startled, Matthew looked at him questioningly, leaving Sadiq to grope around for some sort of explanation.

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you'll want me with you here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Mattie, that's all I ask of..."

There was an awkward pause where Matthew stared at him, face flushing. "I… I, uh… you are such a tease!" Matthew accused, smiling. "Quoting from the part where Christine takes off the Phantom's mask and denying me that very pleasure just moments ago? What cruelty."

Sadiq blinked. He… honestly hadn't really known which part that was. That was really the only quote he could remember and only because he'd wanted to impress Heracles. "I'm sorry, sweet, but that will come in time. So what do you say?"

Matthew flushed deeper and looked away. "Uh… that's kind of a lot to request of me for us just getting together a couple of days ago…"

Sadiq grabbed both of Matthew's hands and brought them to his lips. The Canadian was a bright shade of scarlet now. "Mattie, you're so beautiful. Please say you'll be mine."

Fuck, what am I turning into?

Matthew looked up at Sadiq, mouth opening to respond—and then there was a slapping on the tent.

"Aufstehen!" came Ludwig's hard voice from outside. "Up! Get up, we must be moving!"

And just like that the mood was spoiled. Reality crashed down around them once again, and the weight of the world on their shoulders left no room for love. "Um," Matthew said, intelligently so. "We should get going. Oh, and, I, uh, forgot…" He rifled through his backpack and took out a bandana. It was black with two holes cut in it. Sadiq stared at it quizzically for a few moments before Matthew explained, "For you. It's a mask. I kind of thought it was important for the unmasking when we finally get to it…" God, I hope it's soon. All night Matthew had been thinking about it, the sex. He hadn't had any in a while and he felt guilty and embarrassed to be subjecting the fantasy Sadiq to all of the dirty things his mind came up with. Just sleeping next to him in the nude was enough for Matthew's dreams to run away with the thoughts.

By the time Sadiq put on his new mask and they stepped outside, most everyone was up. Lovino and Gilbert were the last ones out, looking unusually refreshed and happy. Lovino looked happy. When did that ever happen? Was it a sign? Was the earth going to be sucked into a giant black hole now?

"All right," Ludwig said, standing in the center of the camp. The ice wall was still up and loomed high above them, catching the dawn light and casting prisms of color on the ground. Of the wolves, there was no sign. "Before we begin packing, I must address an issue I believe may be detrimental to the sanctity of our group." He took a deep breath. This wasn't going to easy and might chagrin them all, but it had to be said. "We all know of Alfred and Ivan's relationship."

Immediately all eyes went to the two. Alfred looked away uncomfortably, but Ivan just stared back in an almost threatening way. Everyone stopped staring after that.

"Ahem, now. I know this is not the only relationship. Who else here is paired?" No one said anything, only looked at each other. "Well?"

Francis had been looking to Arthur for permission for a good minute, but the Briton was stubbornly ignoring him. Well, he'd show him. He snatched up Arthur's hand and tugged him forward. Before Arthur could so much as open his mouth in protest, Francis pulled Arthur flush against his chest and proclaimed, "Moi and Angleterre are together. He finally submitted to my French charm, and I, of course, could not keep him off me, ohonhonhon~"

Arthur reddened and scowled. "G-get off me, frog! And that's not how it bloody happened!" He managed to get his arms between them and shoved Francis away from him. The Frenchman stumbled, but he was still leering like a frog.

"Wow, bro," Alfred laughed. "The Frenchie finally boinked you, eh?"

Arthur's face reddened further and he righted his wrinkled clothes. "No he most certainly did not. So far, I have topped." Once, Arthur thought. And I almost bottomed last night. If he would have kept going, I would have. We haven't done it once since we arrived at the plains. Arthur felt guilty wanting to make love to Francis so much when it was obvious that the Frenchman was hurting. He had done it once when he rightfully should not have, and he feared that he hurt Francis more than did good. Never again, Arthur promised. Not when he's hurt. As for making love a different way… he might consider.

Kiku wrinkled his nose in confusion. "You top as normal not just as pirate England? Oh… my doujinshis may need major tweaking… you know, after everything is over, hopefully."

Arthur crossed his arms. He knew Kiku's taste in art. He had seen plenty when he had unknowingly wandered into his private library and discovered himself portrayed in very… inaccurate and unflattering ways. Really, who got the thought in their head that he cried like a girl while bottoming? "Oh yes? And are you hiding anything, Kiku?"

Kiku immediately blushed. "Uh…"

Yao grabbed him around the waist and squeezed hard. "He is mine!"

Kiku flailed, gasping. "Y-Yao-chan!"

"Duìbùqǐ, Kiku, but you are so kawaii about it, I could not resist!"

Arthur smirked in triumph and Francis clapped his hands in approval. Eventually Kiku managed to pry Yao off of him, looking more than a little flustered.

"Aw, that is too bad," Francis pouted. "And I never got a chance to play with him~"

Arthur punched him hard in the shoulder, hiding his grimace caused by the pain flaring up from his palm. "Creeping frog!"

"Balivernes," Francis insisted. "You know I will always love you, chéri."

Arthur blushed, and he was still scowling, so it looked quite comical. Alfred laughed, "You two really are together! Dude, I would never have expected it with you trash talking Francis every chance you could get."

Francis frowned and Arthur rounded on Alfred. "Well it was nothing compared to you and Ivan's threats to nuke each other."

Alfred was about to retort, but Ludwig said, "Anyone else?"

"Ve, there's us!" Feliciano chirped and skipped over to take Ludwig's hand. The German's face immediately went red.

"Feli, I told you we were going to go last."

"Ve, but going last is no fun!" Feliciano pouted. "Are you mad?"

Ludwig sighed wearily. "Nein…"

Meanwhile, Gilbert was laughing his ass off and Lovino was looking absolutely furious.

"Kesesese, West, I knew it! How did that happen? Did he find out about your 'poetic' side? Kesesese!"

"Ve," Feliciano looked at his lover curiously. "You write poetry?"

"Um…" Ludwig's whole neck was red now.

"I don't care what the fucker writes," Lovino snapped. "I will not have a potato bastard touching my fratello."

Feliciano frowned. "Ve, but, Lovi, you have Gilbert."

Gilbert stopped laughing at once and Lovino stiffened, all the blood rushing to his face. "Feli!" was all he could get out, though it was more of a squeak.

"How the fuck did you find out?" Gilbert asked, more shocked than meek.

Feliciano smiled. "You two were really loud upstairs in that house. Ludwig and me and Mattie heard a lot!"

Francis raised an eyebrow. "Heard you?" His face was scrunched up in confusion for a moment before he smirked. "Ohon, if only I was there!"

Most everyone's mouths were agape. Ludwig especially. How in the world had his bruder found someone who could handle his annoying self? And more importantly, how in the fuck did that someone end up being Lovino?

Gilbert rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "Ja, we were kind of… needy, kesese."

Lovino turned to him and dealt blow after blow to his shoulder. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Bastard!"

Gilbert ducked his head and covered it with his arms, smiling. "See? He loves me, kesese!"

"Right," Ludwig looked them over, and Matthew tried to make himself look as small as possible, hoping for one of the few times in his life that he would be invisible. "Then let's—"

Ludwig's eyes fell on Sadiq.

"Sadiq, have you anything to tell us?"

Sadiq knew how shy Matthew could be, but he wanted everyone to know that the Canadian was his… that and everyone had pretty much spilled so what was the harm in them doing the same?

"Evet," Sadiq said, taking Matthew's hand. The younger blond flushed as he was pulled to him. "I believe Mattie and I are the newest among the pairs. Though really it was all his fault. Who would not want to have this sweet one?"

"Sadiq," Matthew muttered, ducking his head to hide his blush and pushing his glasses up as they slipped down the bridge of his nose. He knew he should feel completely embarrassed at this, but something at the back of his mind was enjoying being shown off to the others. He had never been shown off before, well, except when Francis first met him, but that was so long ago (and kind of creepy).

Francis huffed again. "Matthieu, you could have come to me. I am very fond of sweet things." Arthur scoffed next to him, and for good reason. The Briton himself was bitter at best.

"I am exceptionally fonder, I assure you," Sadiq countered with some bite. Still holding Matthew's hand—and giving it a little squeeze to comfort him—he looked to Ludwig. "What was the purpose of all this? Have we wasted daylight revealing relationships or can it be useful to us in some way?"

Ludwig's blush was fading now. "Ja, it has a purpose. Secrets can kill. Secrets keep people apart and can be used against us. Now that we know this, we can trust each other a bit more." Everyone looked at each other, surprised that it had come to this. A few weeks together, isolated, ever in danger, and they had all ended up coming together—in more intimate ways than just fellowship.

"Let's head out."

They packed, layered, and trudged off through the snow. It was about a foot deep, but Alfred kept telling them that within days it could be three—and was promptly told to shut up. Everyone was quiet then, brooding about the weather or how much the possible breaking of the group could jeopardize everything. Where one would fall apart, another would be affected; they were all too close to remain neutral in any tense situation.

Gilbert walked behind Lovino, wishing the Italian wasn't so embarrassed to let his Prussian lover walk beside him, maybe even hold his hand like everyone else seemed to be doing. At first Gilbert took Lovino's mood as shame and it hurt… but then again, Lovino was a gigantic ball of indecipherable emotions; who really knew what he was thinking? Always brooding about something, always so high-strung and grouchy. That was his Lovino.

And he is mine, Gilbert thought with a surge of warmth. He'd had many lovers in the past, yes, but those had been only one-time fucks or just playmates. Something was different about Lovino—maybe it was Gilbert's need to be responsible for whom his best friend loved, maybe it was Lovino's mysterious personality, or perhaps he possessed some sort of attractive air about him that Gilbert had not noticed until now. Maybe it was the way Lovino called him 'bastard.'

He recalled the day, though it seemed many, many years ago, that Lovino had fallen off a truck in Milwaukee. And how he had a sudden urge to save the Italian, like the death of him would be the most devastating thing in the world. He had ignored it at first so that he could rescue Lovino, but recent events had brought the memory to the forefront of his mind. When would they be in danger again? Who's to say that the next time Lovino wouldn't be the victim?

I will fight for you, Gilbert promised him. If only you could see how much I would do for you. Gilbert had taken pride for never being tied down before, but now…

I would die for you, Lovi. You are the best thing I have ever had, that's no lie… even if you are an unawesome jerk sometimes.

They never realized how hindering the snowfall was to their progress until they were ankle deep in it. Sadiq was walking on his own by now, albeit with a slight limp and at the back of the pack for his slowness. To him the snow was both a blessing and a curse; with every step, his injury was submerged in the icy coldness, numbing the ache, and with another step his shoe was further soaked through. Matthew walked beside him, watching him carefully. But there really was no need. Sadiq hadn't come this far, hadn't survived a scrape with death to have Mother Nature bring him down.

Ludwig was leading them, his coat zipped up to just beneath his nose. The wind was not as strong today as it was yesterday, but it was still present. Feliciano had wanted to walk beside him, to hold his hand, but Ludwig had told him that he would be staying behind him so that he would not be so exposed to the wind.

Things were slow with Feliciano, but that was expected and Ludwig didn't mind. He considered himself lucky that he and the Italian were in the relationship they were currently in. Everyone knew how airheaded he was, but he wasn't expecting Feliciano to notice his advances. Ludwig was annoyed that Feliciano hadn't spoken up about it before all this shit went down, but Feliciano was Feliciano, and Ludwig wouldn't want him to change just for convenience's sake.

Currently, they were at an innocent point in their relationship. Holding hands, kissing, sleeping together (though that was mostly for the warmth), and the like. Although Ludwig knew any day he could lose Feliciano and all that they had together, he was determined not to rush. Feliciano deserved at least that.

His eyes flitted to his right where the long, two-lane stretch of worn asphalt wound its way through the flat, gray landscape. Every time he looked at it the awareness became starker that there was nothing between the road and them that could hide them if someone happened to come along. He knew he should trust his own logic (the road would keep them close to civilization if ever they were in dire need of sustenance), but a deep foreboding coiled in his gut like a restless snake even so.

"Ludwig?"

He didn't realize that he had not taken his eyes off the road until Feliciano said his name. He snapped out of it and looked at Feliciano.

"Feli, I thought I told you to stay behind me."

"Ve," Feliciano said tremulously. "I don't want them to get me."

Ludwig frowned. "Who, Feli?"

"The wolves."

Ludwig's brow knitted together as he peered behind him. Sure enough, past his fellow nations, situated on an icy outcrop not a half mile away, were the distinct shapes of four wolves. Three were gray. The biggest one, and the one that was studying them most closely, was black as pitch. The alpha male. He and Ludwig met eyes, and the German felt that snake in his belly move more restlessly than before. It seemed as if the wolf had made him out as the group's leader, however troublesome that may come to be. There was also a sort of warning. Ludwig couldn't pick it out, but—

"They are close."

"Was?" Ludwig whipped his head back around to see Ivan walking beside him. The sight of the Russian disturbed him. By all reasons he should not be able to move that fast or that quietly.

"The wolves," Ivan said, not taking his eyes off the ground ahead. They had just entered a ravine that had not yet filled with snow. Ludwig figured that any chance they could get to escape from the predatory gazes of the wolf pack would be well appreciated. "They are too close."

Ludwig stared at the taller man. "There is nothing we can do. They are too far away to shoot at and I would rather not waste a bullet on them besides. We are running low as it is."

"Nyet," Ivan said. Ludwig didn't like how he said it. Ivan's voice had dropped an octave, veering off from his usual childish tone. "They would never be this close to prey. Not when so many of us are healthy enough to hurt them. Not when they know how much humans can hurt."

Even though Ivan hadn't verified any sort of danger yet, Ludwig's stomach turned over. Feliciano clung to his arm, whimpering and stumbling over the rocks that were jutting out beneath the light snowfall. "Nein… you are right. I have never seen wolves act this way before."

Ivan was quiet for a moment, not looking at him. Then he said in an almost casual tone, "There are others behind us."

Ludwig felt his heart jump in his chest. Feliciano was nearly cutting off circulation to his arm with the way he was holding it. "W-what do you mean? There are more wolves?" the Italian asked, looking up at the strip of gray sky that was bordered by the river-carved rock faces many feet above them.

Only now did Ivan look at them. His eyes told of the dangers he suspected. "Men. The Organization. They have sent more. Why else would the wolves be this close if there were not men following close behind? They feel trapped, so they must remain in the middle. And since they are showing themselves without fear to us, that must mean they judge us weaker than those behind them."

Ludwig stiffened, and Feliciano felt it, felt his unease. The Italian nearly tugged his arm off.

"What do we do?"

He couldn't believe he was asking Ivan for advice, but he seemed to be the only one with enough knowledge in this situation.

"We stop."

"What?"

"We stay here for the night," Ivan said, stopping himself and shrugging his pack off and dropping it at his feet. Behind them, the sound of shoes scraping over the rocks ceased.

"You said they were close." Ludwig frowned.

"I did."

"What are you two doing standing about?" Arthur demanded from close behind them.

"Dudes, I am not stopping with those wolves behind us."

"Is the Russian fucker messing with you, West?"

"Shut up before I break your face!"

"Al, don't start, please…"

"Mattie, tell them that those wolves will eat us if we stop. Tell them!"

"Oui… I don't think it would be wise to linger."

A scoff. "Wolves wouldn't dare eat me. I'm too awesome for them! Kesesese!"

"Ivan-san, Ludwig-san, I do not think that this place is—"

"Everyone shut the fuck up, dammit!" Lovino growled and everyone went silent. He looked at Ludwig. "Go on, potato bastard. Tell us what the fuck's going on."

"Ivan," Ludwig said, nodding to the Russian. It was his turn now.

Ivan looked at them all and said, "There are Organization men near. That is why the wolves are so close. This seems to be the best place to stay. The ravine is hard to see among the snow cover and we are out of the wind and other elements in here. If we are lucky, they will pass us without notice."

Yao raised an eyebrow. "And if we are not?"

Ivan's gaze fell upon him. "We will be. The wolves will warn us."

Translations:

Aufstehen-Get up

Duìbùqǐ-I'm sorry

Balivernes-Nonsense

Evet-Yes

A Word From the Writer: Corny chapter title is corny, but I'm pressed for time so fuck it, you get the point. And so many feelings.Feelings are fun to write, so conflicting and juicy... ahem, so things are heating up now. People still following, yatta, yatta. Let's see how well Russia's plan works out.