Okay, so, this is being written on the DAY of the one year birthday of my least-favourite-yet-most-popular brain baby. I just want to thank everyone of you who have been with me from the very beginning, and those of you who have joined me along the way. Believe me, you guys are the ONLY reason I've made it this far. I love you all! So, to give my undying thanks to you guys, I decided to take the advice of one of my readers and write a bit about the origins of Matt and Ivan's relationship. these flashbacks will be written as dream sequences and interspersed through out the fic. FOREWARNING, these chapters WILL be RusCan, both abusive and non-abusive. I'm not a big fan, but a girl must do what she must for a fan. I was thinking of writing a seperate fanfiction as a prequel, but to be honest, I don't have a long enough attention span. Thank you to this reviewer, because you basically gave me a plot line for this fic. I've been panicking for the past two weeks because I have NO CLUE what to do with this fic. Also, this is un-betaed because I procrastinated really hard and I think my beta might be mad at me so... Sorry! Anyway, enjoy, my lovelies!

"C'moooooooon, Mattie, pleeeeeeaaaase?" I promise you'll have fun!" Matthew rolled his eyes, not looking up from his copy of the latest House of Night book (which at this point, he was just hate-reading. Like, honestly Mama Cast and Baby Cast, you can stop at any point, now.).

His brother had been whining at him for hours about going to some stupid party he had been invited to. Apparently, their parents had told him he could only go if Matthew accompanied him as well, spouting some garbage about wanting him to get out and meet new people as well. The Williams family had moved to their new home almost three months ago, right after the end of grade eight, and Matthew still hadn't made any new friends. His parents' had expressed their concern about this loudly and often. Matthew had argued that he was perfectly fine with hanging around with Alfred and occasionally holding conversations with his cousin Francis, but his mother and father simply wouldn't see reason.

"Sweet Sir John A McDonald on a stick, Al, I already told you that I'm NOT going to this stupid party," Matthew repeated for what felt like the one hundredth time. Alfred seemed to change tactics, laying down beside his twin and resting his chin on his stomach, staring up at him beseechingly. Matthew reluctantly put his book away.

"Mattie, please, if you love me at all, you'll come with me. It won't be any fun without you. And besides... I really want these people to like us this time, Matt. I can't handle another four years like the last three," He pleaded, his eyes wide and swimming with unshed tears as he bit at his lip. Matthew winced; he couldn't resist, not with the killer combination of The Alfie Eyes (patent pending) and the mention of middle school.

Both Matthew and Alfred had had a hard time in middle school, Matthew because of his shyness , dependence on his twin, and tiny size, Alfred because of what everyone thought was stupidity but was really just a combination of dyslexia and ADHD, and both of them for their homosexuality. Matthew wasn't really sure how the kids at their last school had figured that one out seeing as how neither of them were particularly flamboyant, but that was beside the point. The point was that Matthew didn't want a repeat of middle school, either for himself or for his twin.

"Fine, Alfie, I'll go to the stupid party with you. Happy?" Al's face immediately morphed into the picture of elation, all sadness melting away. His blue-eyed twin raced out of his room, calling for him to wear something that wouldn't embarrass the family over his shoulder, and Matthew had the distinct impression that he had just been manipulated.

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Matthew fidgeted in the corner he had been sitting in for the past hour and a half, wishing to be anywhere but the overly-loud alcohol scented living room of some high schooler who's parents didn't give two shits about the legal drinking age. As soon as they had shown up, Alfred had run off to meet up with his new friends, leaving his brother behind at the door. Matthew had hund around the front hall awkwardly for a little while, waiting to see if he'd come back, but after fifteen minutes he had given up and gone to the living room and claimed his current perch.

Matthew couldn't help but feel a little bit offended at his brother's behaviour. He'd said he wanted things to be different this year, and then he'd abandoned poor socially awkward Matthew in a house full of strangers in various states of sobriety. Obviously, he'd the bastard had said 'us' he must have meant 'me'. If Matthew wasn't such a loyal person her would have called his parents and told them of his twin's betrayal. He could see the cause of his predicament across the room flirting with some brown-haired boy with Caribbean green eyes and flushed, embarrassed cheeks. Judging by the murderous look from the short boy with steely grey eyes and a black undercut a few feet away, he was taken, or at least was going to be before the end of the night. Matthew spared a brief thought for all the possesive sex the pair would probably have if they were the main characters of a cliché smut fanfiction written by a virginal teen girl.

Matthew's slightly NSFW musings were cut short by a very tall boy leaning against the wall beside him. Matthew tilted his head up to look at him, noticing this he seemed to be very muscular, and had silvery hair, bright purple eyes that were so much more intriguing and beautiful than Matthew's own dull violet, a large Slavic nose and a soft-looking peach Winter scarf that looked a bit odd with his tight, mucle hugging dark grey graphic tee,well-fitting dark blue jeans, and brown steel-toed work boots. Matthew couldn't help the burning blush that colored his skin as he registered just how beautiful this boy was. Matthew had always had a thing for silver-white hair and oddly colored eyes, ever since his Harry Potter days.

"Здравствуйте, I do not mean to interupt you, I just thought you looked lonely and might want to talk to someone," The tall boy spoke up, his voice heavy with a Russian accent. Matthew had to surpress a shiver at how delicious it sounded.

"I-It's fine, you aren't disrupting anything but a pity party," Matthew's voice was slightly bitter as he through a glare in the direction of his brother. The Russian must have picked up an his anger because he cast a curious look in that general direction.

"Who are you looking so murderous, pretty one? Did someone do something to hurt you?" The Canadian's cheeks flamed at the term of endearment, and he quickly covered it with a hand over his face, using his other to wave away the boy's concern.

"It's nothing, just my asshole twin brother," He explained. Theother's eyes zeroed in on Alfred.

"Ah, he's your brother? He's kind of obnoxious, huh?" Matthew frowned a little. It always made him a bit uncomfortable and protective when people outside of his immediate family bad-talked his brother. He supposed it was a side effect from listening to people put the rambunctious boy down on a daily basis.

"He isn't obnoxious, he's just really enthusiastic about everything," Matthew defended. The tall boy put his hands up in a apologetic manner.

"I'm sorry, I do not wish to offend you or your family," He apologised, and Matthew just smiled a little in forgiveness.

"It's fine, I'm just a bit defensive of my twin. He's usually pretty great when he isn't dragging me to stupid parties."

"I'm sorry you find my party so tedious, pretty one," Now it was Matthew's turn to look sorry. Matthew opened his mouth to stammer apologies, but the tall boy who just waved it off, extending a hand to him. "Don't worry, I'm just messing with you. I think my party is getting boring to. Do you want to go hang out in my backyard?"

Matthew nodded, letting the boy lead him toward the back door, passing a douchey looking boy with white hair and red eyes flirting with a smitten looking girl. Matthew rolled his eyes. How could anyone be attracted to such an obvious cocky asshat? Honestly, Matthew would never give someone like that the time of day.

Finally, the pair reached the backyard, which was surprisingly absent of people. Matthew's companion led him to the middle of the yard, and laid down on the grass, Matthew following him. Despite of how absolutely overdone the whole "Laying in the grass and watching the stars" thing was, Matthew couldn't help the frantic butterflies in his stomach at the romanticness of it all.

"What's your name?" The boy asked, turning his head to look at Matthew.

"Matthew. And yours?"

"Ivan."

And so, Ivan and Matthew spent the rest of the night in mostly companionable silence, sometimes sharing what was going through there minds to make conversation. Before they were ready, the night had grown old and Alfred was calling Matthew's name out the patio door, telling him it was time to go, and the pair reluctantly parted.

That night, Matthew went to bed with new love dancing sweetly on his lips, pulling them into a sleepy smile. If he only knew that one day, he would think back on that time with nothing but the bitter taste of blood and regret in his mouth.

SOOOOOO, What do you guys think? I wonder, do any of you ever notice the different characters from other fandoms that I've slipped into this fic as background characters throughout the series? So far I've done Harry Potter, Shameless (which you should watch if you haven't), Avengers and Attack on Titan, that I can remember. Also, just lettin' y'all know, Updates might gett even dicier than before, because I've got a bunch of presentations for the Gay/Straight Alliance next week, exams coming up the week after next, and then I'm going to French Camp for a month at the end of June. I'm so excited! I never wanted to go into French Immersion, so this is my chance to become more fluent in French, which would be awesome! I wouldn't have to rely on Google Translate for that language so much anymore! Plus, Hell, an entire month away from home with one of my good friends? SIGN ME UP!

Anyway, Like it? Love it? Never wanna see a prequel dream-chapter again? Lemme know!

(PS- Any of you notice the suspicious lack of Inner Kiwi in this chapter? I think she's planning something...)