Seat & Seated

[Carina Jones]

Title: Seat & Seated
(still not happy with this, but it works)
Part 1

Words: 851
Rating: T (for this chapter) (M for safety)
Summary: Russia has been teasing Canada for years, even before he could call him a friend. It’s made for some uncomfortable meetings really. Doesn’t anyone notice that Russia knows just who he’s sitting on?
Warnings: Russia/Canada
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Hetalia
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1: Everything Begins Somewhere

Canada could easily remember the first time Russia sat on him. After all, it was the first political meeting that he would be actively participating in, before now he had just been able to view meetings from the observation room and attend the nations purely social meeting that were held unknown to their governments. Up until now Arthur had been representing Canada’s interests in the nation’s meetings, but today he was introducing Matty, now appearing nearly 18 years old, to the meeting and allowing him to take some responsibility for himself.

The year was 1867, nearly 91 years after his brother was fully independent, but Matthew didn’t mind. His brother had been impatient to control his own fate and had burned his bridges, at least for the current time, as far as England was concerned. Matthew preferred to keep his friends.

Anyway, while he waited for the meeting to begin Matthew found himself a seat and pulled out his book. Arthur always arrived early to get things set up and so Matthew, who came with him, had a long time to wait. Most of the other nations arrived over the next hour or two, excepting two. America was late, as could be expected from the man who couldn’t seem to keep a watch for more than a week without breaking it. And Russia, who was suffering from a cold caused by General Winter, was also late.

And with the only seat left in the room being next to his sister Belarus, Russia chose to sit on Matthew instead.

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Russia was more than a little cranky from his cold and Belarus had ensured that the only remaining seat in the room was next to her, as usual. That was when he decided to sit on the new kid. As he expected Matthew, after politely informing Russia that he was there, didn’t really try too hard to get Ivan off of him. After all he was Russia, it’s not like some new kid was going to stand up to him. What surprised Ivan however was when no one else reacted. Whenever he sat on one of the weaker countries under his control the others would protest, even when he had sat on America at Alfred’s first meeting Arthur had protested. And here he was sitting on this nation… Canada, he thought it was… that Arthur was supposedly watching over still, and he was introducing to his first meeting, and somehow no one seemed to notice. It was very strange.

He heard some soft sniffles from the boy he was sitting on.

“I thought today would be different, Kumakichi.” The boy whispered to the bear sitting next to the chair.

The bear looked up in apparent confusion “Who’re you?”

“I’m Canada!” The boy, Canada, wailed softly.

Ivan found it almost disturbing. The boy was more upset by the fact that no one was noticing him than the fact the Russia was sitting on him, crushing him with his weight. It was then that Russia determined that he would sit on him at every meeting that Canada attended. If the boy wanted to be noticed that much, Russia would notice him. Besides, he found that this seat was very comfortable.

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It wasn’t until the end of the meeting that Arthur commented that he seemed to be forgetting something… there was supposed to be something going on at this meeting.

“Wait a minute? Matthew? Matthew? Canada, where are you?”

“Ah! Zat is right! Where is mon petite Matthew?”

“M-maple.” Matthew was surprised he even remembered. “I-I’m here, England, Papa.”

This attracted the attention of Alfred as well.

“YOU BASTARD! GET OFF MY BROTHER!” Alfred ran over and finally pulled Russia off of Matthew.

Or rather, Ivan allowed himself to be pulled off the smaller nation, but then managed to conveniently land on Alfred kneeing him in the groin. As he stood up, stepping on Alfred again, Ivan smiled.

“Ah, I thought my seat was more comfortable.” Matthew shifted uncomfortably as Russia stared intently at him. “I will have to make sure I find such a comfortable chair for every meeting, Da?”

“You stay away from him, you cold blooded-”

“Alfred that is enough we need to continue this meeting-”

“My darling Matthieu, Etes-vous blessé?” ((Are you hurt?))

“N-non. I-I’m fine, papa.”

After having been ignored again for most of the meeting, the attention was overwhelming. And what exactly was going on with Russia? He sat on him and then just now… If Matthew didn’t know better, he would think that was a promise that at least one nation would always be looking for him and aware he was there. But that was ridiculous wasn’t it?

~~~ A Few Minutes Later ~~~

“Anyway everyone this is Canada and he’ll be attending these meetings from now on. Please be sure to make him feel welcome.”

Everyone nodded and murmured their welcome, but Matthew knew that before the next meeting came they would have forgotten him again, all except one. Russia was still staring intently at Matthew. It was really unnerving. Maybe being noticed wasn’t such a good thing anyway.

[Carina Jones]

Title: Seat & Seated
Part 2

Words: 1492
Rating: M (for safety. there goes my ratings cap idea…. Freaking Russia)
Summary: Even when Ivan has lost his mind and Dark Russia appears, he never forgets to notice Kanada. This ‘monster’ is more than just the ruthless killer he appears to be, as Ivan floats in the haze of blood and screams his darkness seeks to indulge itself taking whatever it wants.
Warnings: Russia/Canada
Other Notes: Russia
(Dark Russia first begins to appear in 1905 and holds strong from 1917 lasts until 1923 when with the civil war’s end Ivan, still shattered gathers up what pieces he can of his mind and shattered life as Dark Russia takes a period of rest)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Hetalia
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2: Even in Darkness

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The man who enters the meeting room is a different man than the one that they have met before. His terrifying aura makes even America tremble a little. Where is the Russia that they knew before? He is gone, snapped, broken. Driven over the edge by his own people, no longer that controlled cruelty that they’ve known. Ivan is gone; the man who would pretend to be the killer that his people wanted is gone. In his place is the true killer that his people thought they desired, bloodthirsty, primal and without morals or restraint. Even his own people tremble before him now; even they cannot control this beast. Russia does what he wants, when he wants, and for the most part what he wants is to kill. To kill the people who hurt him first, even if they are his people.

Why he’s even come to this meeting is a mystery that the others can’t figure out. This creature is more beast than man, what value would something like this hold to someone who has lost their mind. However, even this monster is still a part of Russia. Even this monster remembers the command to not forget, and if he didn’t come, he would not be able to keep his promise. He would not be able to notice that one, and so he has come.

When Russia enters the room, the inhuman violet eyes look around seeking the one that they must never forget, the one that they’ve promised to notice. Those violet eyes lock onto their target, a wavy mop of longish light dark-blond hair, violet eyes just a shade lighter than their own, that one stubborn little curl that always hung down in front of his face. How anyone could mistake Kanada for Amerika is something that Russia and Ivan will never be able to comprehend. There are simply too many differences between them.

As Matthew’s eyes raise to meet Russia’s, his lips curl into a predatory smile that sends shivers down Matthew’s spine. The monster is aware of things that Ivan would refuse to admit yet, even to himself, but Ivan is not there to be their conscience. He’s locked inside his own head, surrounded by the blood and screams of his nightmare world. And if there’s one thing that this monster can do, it is to get what he wants when he wants it. And what he wants is Kanada.

This monster knows of no single man that can stop him simply taking what he desires and doing as he pleases. But this is a room filled with many men who could try to stop him, so he decides that he will wait for a better time to seek out his prey. Russia walks over to an abandoned chair in the corner, the others cringing away from him as he passes. Only Kanda does his best to stand firm and to not tremble. Only Kanada timidly greets the monster. He receives no answer save for those dark violet eyes locking onto his own for another long moment, that smile reappearing.

As Russia finally takes his seat one of the other nations finally gets the meeting underway. They are all doing their best to ignore the dark presence in the corner. Russia doesn’t care. Let them ignore him; the meeting is of no concern to him, only his prey.

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Those inhuman violet eyes follow Matthew for the whole meeting wherever he goes. He can feel them boring into his back. He does his best to ignore the feeling, but sometimes he can’t help but turn around, each time he does he finds himself staring into Russia’s eyes, the man still wearing that same smile. Dark violet eyes bore into his own as the man slowly and deliberately licks his lips, his smirk widening as the pale Canadian flushes bright red.

In their deliberate ignoring of the Monster Russia, no one sees this exchange.

There’s a curious combination of feelings in Matthew’s world. Terror, embarrassment, sadness, care, and perhaps, just a little, excitement. As scared as he is he’s still amazed that the other even notices him, the invisible Canada. As much as he knows this monster in front of him is not fully the man he’s become used to, he still finds himself thinking of him as the nation that seems to be his strange sort-of friend. A person who he’s learned to understand and care for perhaps more than Russia would realize. Matthew has seen through Russia, unlike many of the others, somehow he has seen Ivan.

~~~

In the short eternity that was the world meeting, Russia’s eyes never left his prey. And now that the meeting is over and the nations are all going separate ways, it is his moment to spring. He follows the other with light footsteps; he can be very quiet when he wants, although many would find it surprising for a nation of his size and bulk. His prey doesn’t even seem to notice him as he follows. As soon as the other nations have gone far enough from his prey’s side he strikes, pinning the smaller nation against the wall. He cuts off Kanada’s startled exclamations with a fierce dominating kiss, an almost growl emerging from his throat as he pins his prey more firmly to the wall to prevent him from escaping.

As soon as the other seems to have stopped struggling enough for him to do so, Russia swaps so that he is holding both of the other’s wrists in just one of his large hands. As he’s moving his hand down, it catches in that one errant curl, and Kanada breaks the kiss giving out a startled gasp, he’s too startled to continue struggling for a moment, and Russia releases the other’s arms entirely, smirking he runs his hands along the younger nation’s body. The light almost teasing touches a stark contrast to the almost savage kiss.

Russia smirks at the small surprised little gaps and noises the other is making. He bent his head, kissing, sucking, and nipping at the younger’s neck, until it was certain that there was going to be a mark in the morning. At the same time his hands continued to roam, only just beginning to home in on their goal…

When one of Russia’s hands brushed against the bulge in his pants, it was enough to snap Matthew out of the haze he had fallen into. “S-Stop.” His arms were free and he placed them on Russia’s chest, trying to shove him away, but Russia didn’t seem to notice and pressed on determinedly with his action.

“I s-said. Stop!” Matthew mustered all his strength and gave a firm shove, pushing Russia off of him and into the other wall. Dark violet eyes narrowed and a snarl emerged from Russia’s throat at the disruption of his activities. Matthew refused to yield, he wasn’t as weak as everyone thought he was.

The next few minutes were a flurry of Activity that ended with Matthew somehow managing to pin a very angry Russian to the floor. He was just barely able to keep him down while he shouted for Alfred.

“Hey Matty, What’s up dude?” Alfred called, from inside his room farther down the hall.

“A-Al, I’ve got a problem here. Do you think you can bring me some rope… and that kit.”

At the request Alfred sobered up instantly. “Where are you?”

“Just down the hall near my room.” Which just so happened to be an area nearly empty of anyone else to hear what was happening.

“I’m on my way, you ok till I get there.”

“I can handle it fine on my own Al,” Matthew said, a little irritated, “I just can’t get the kit and hold him down at the same time.”

“Got it, got it. Sorry bro. I’ll be right over.”

Matthew stopped paying attention to anything else as Russia started to struggle again, but Matthew would not release him. It was more than obvious that Ivan wasn’t in his right mind, and Matthew wasn’t about to let his almost-friend do something that he would regret.

It seemed longer, but it was probably only a three minute wait for Alfred to get there with ropes and the sedative kit. As Matthew held Russia down, Alfred administered the sedative.

His face close to Russia’s as the man stopped struggling and started to pass out from the sedative Matthew whispered apologies into his ear, “Désolé, Russie. Je suis tellement désolé.”

When the monster awoke he found himself tied to a chair by strong chains, passed over into the custody of his government while he was unconscious. He was angry at being stopped, angry at being caged, but somewhere inside him, Ivan was proud. Kanada was strong.

Unfortunately when Ivan finally recovers himself, this will be just one more memory pushed aside to bury the terror of the blood and screams.

[Carina Jones]

Title: Seat & Seated
Part 3

Words: 1020
Rating: M (for safety)
Summary: Russia learns something new.
Warnings: Russia/Canada
Other Notes: Canada
1 July 1867 (self governing dominion which maintained ties to the British crown.)
11 December 1931 (recognized by the UK by the statue of Westminster)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Hetalia
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3: A Discovery is Made

The year was 1931, and England, finally, recognized Canada’s independence. Something which made Matthew very happy and Arthur a little sad, but at least it wasn’t like it was when America split away. Matthew still cared for Arthur’s advice, even if he had begun to try to be more assertive for his own wishes.

Not that it really worked out all that well. Almost everyone still seemed to forget Matthew was even there, or even worse, mistake him for Alfred. Something neither he nor Alfred could understand, I mean sure they were twins, but they weren’t that alike. And that was another good thing. Ever since he had started coming to these meetings in 1867 Alfred had started talking to him more frequently, and surprisingly admitted that he could always see Matthew.

When Matthew asked why Alfred had been ignoring him then Alfred got a bit nervous, but Matthew was almost certain he heard Alfred mumble something about not wanting to bring “their” attention to Matthew, whoever “they” were, before he ran off. It wasn’t long after that that Matthew learned that if he had only been paying attention he would have seen his brother looking over to check on him every so often. He learned this when Russia made an offhand comment that Alfred was looking at his “chair” more often than usual. The reassurance that his twin still cared for him made Matthew feel warm inside.

He never stopped to really wonder why Russia would have commented on it at all. If he had he might have realized that the elder nation had noticed Canada shifting around trying to see if his brother was looking his way and decided to do something to let Canada know that his brother was often watching them. He hadn’t been sure the younger nation would believe his words, but Canada had apparently caught his brother looking over, twice in a span of only ten minutes.

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Russia sighed as he reached his hand up to move the Canadian’s face to a better location, he would be much more comfortable if Kanada would stop squirming around trying to see. As he did this his hand accidentally brushed the errant curl that dangled in from of the teen’s face. The younger nation suddenly went very still and Russia found this very convenient for finding a better way to settle himself and allow the boy a better view of the room. He did wonder what the cause of this sudden stillness was.

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Matthew was trying to be careful about it really he was. He just wanted to be able to actually see the meeting. Taking notes was a lost cause with Russia sitting on him, just like every other meeting, but perhaps he could make some sense out of what he was hearing if he could just see the room. He hoped that he wasn’t disturbing Russia. He was sure the larger nation would easily crush him in this location if he got angry.

He heard an irritated little huff from the Russian who suddenly reached behind him. As he saw the hand coming for his face Matthew began to struggle more to get out from under him. If the other nation had decided to get rid of him he wanted at least some chance to save himself. But then that hand accidentally brushed against the curl of hair that was dangling in front of Matthews face and he stiffed, blushing, as he prayed that if he just stayed still that the Russian would go back to the meeting as usual. There was no way that Russia could possibly know what exactly he had just done, he had never told a soul other than Alfred about that piece of hair, knowing his twin would understand as he had his own.

The Russian resettled himself, Matthew was surprised he could actually see a bit of the room. And then Russia seemed content to just watch the meeting. Canada thanked his lucky stars that it had been only one light brush, when he looked over he saw his brother had caught what happened if Alfred’s wide eyes were anything to go by. Matthew gave his brother a bright smile, reassuring him that things were fine, Russia didn’t know and hadn’t done anything intentional. Alfred flashed him a quick grin back, and then jumped back into the argument that Arthur and France had started.

Matthew could only hope that Russia didn’t come to any, semi accurate, conclusions about why he suddenly stopped fighting…

~~~

It was nearly the end of the meeting and Russia’s cushion had started to fidget. It was getting irritating and disturbing his concentration from watching the other’s fight. He wondered if there was a way to replicate whatever had caused the boy to become so still earlier. He reached his hand back again, but the boy only got twitchier. So that wasn’t it. Trying to recall what happened last time, he thought he had felt a hair brushing his hand.

He recalled Kanada having a curl that stayed in front of his face… He wondered if the two were connected. Perhaps the boy was like his father France? Terrified that something should ruin a favorite hairstyle? He decided to test his theory, reaching back again and giving the hair he found in front of the boy’s face a light tug. The boy stilled immediately. That was good. Russia made a mental note to himself of this useful new development.

As they left the meeting he failed to notice the faint pink tinge on the cheeks of his “cushion”, who hoped, in vain, that such an occurrence would not be repeated. He was pretty sure Russia didn’t realize exactly what that hair was, which was a good thing, but Russia did manage to connect it to Matthew’s sudden stillness. Matthew’s only hope now was that he could prevent the Russian from needing to use it more than necessary and finding out the “why” of how that worked. Matthew wasn’t sure he could handle it if the other nation discovered just what secrets that curl held.

[Honda Kiku]

Hmm. It's kind of cute~ ^^

Good that Cana-chan is getting some much needed attention when it happens ^^

0_0 I replied to the first and suddenly two more appear!

[Carina Jones]

Title: Seat & Seated
Part 4

Words: 3391
Rating: M (for safety)
Summary: Russia kidnaps Canada when he realizes the other nation is not feeling well, but is still attending the meeting. If no one else will make him rest Russia will.
Warnings: Russia/Canada
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Hetalia
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4: Kidnapping Kanada

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The meeting couldn’t have come at a worse time. Matthew thinks as he carefully makes his way to the conference room. Cases of the flu were up this year, it was so bad that it had even taken its toll on Matthew. He had starting getting chills at the end of last month and ever since the beginning of this month he had been running a fever that seemed determine to remain over 100 degrees (Fahrenheit). Matthew was miserable, congested, exhausted achy, and even the best flu medicines did little to sooth his coughing and clear his head. To make everything just that much worse, he had a migraine. And he probably had another month of this to look forward to at the very least; more than that if the number of cases didn’t start to decline.

He stopped his already slow progress to the meeting room to rest himself against one of the walls as he had a coughing fit. And all he had to look forward to for the next six days was a lot of loud voices talking about nothing important and Russia sitting on him. Truly and excellent way to spend one’s convalescence. Alfred could really be such a dick sometimes; he knew full well that Matthew didn’t usually fare well in the first few months of Flu Season. And yet he still scheduled his meeting for this year at this time, making his poor brother travel all the way out to Washington, DC when he could be staying in bed hibernating until the worst of it passed.

The Canadian sighed as he started his trek to the conference room again, only a few more minutes and at least he won’t have to be upright. If he was really lucky maybe Russia would be blocking most of the light. Then again that wouldn’t be any help for the noise, or his aching body.

~~~

When Canada arrives, fifteen minutes late, the meeting is even worse than he feared. Alfred, Arthur, and Francis are already in the middle of a heated argument, this time over the benefits of boxers versus briefs Matthew thinks, and to make it worse Russia is angry. His angry violet eyes snap onto the Canadian’s face as he enters the room, seemingly accusing him of abandoning him to have to fend off Belarus by himself. It’s fairly obvious that he’s succeeded in fending her off himself, but without the excuse of sitting on Matthew who is usually sitting between two nations it was more troublesome, at least that’s what the ragged edges of the coat tell him.

The even worse part, most likely, in the Russian’s eyes must be that he ended up having to save a seat for Canada. After all, when Canada comes in late it’s not like he can just stand up and demand the other man sit on his chair so that he can be crushed. He did that once and Alfred, Arthur, and France all suddenly launched to Matthew’s defense. Needless to say an unhappy Russia at the next meeting led to a distinct increase in the amount of malicious crushing Matthew had to deal with as the elder nation seemed somehow to triple in weight.

In the minute it took for Matthew to get from door to chair not only was his head pounding worse than ever before, he was also ready to give up. Maybe he could ask Italy to borrow one of his white flags and just surrender to the fact that life hated him. He finally pulled his seat in and after giving a lackluster hello to the Russian next to him he just put his head down on the table. If he couldn’t stop the noise he could damn well block the light. Hell maybe he could even sneak in a nap, it’s not like anyone would notice.

~~~

Kanada was late. Ivan growled as he was forced to fend his sister off. If he hadn’t decided to acknowledge the other nation – only to be able to see him squirm obviously - Ivan would not have had to go through the trouble of saving a chair for him. Of course Natal’ya saw the open chair as an invitation to be close to Ivan, and so he had to fight her off. He had actually pulled the pipe out after she attacked him with the knife. He had woken in a bad mood and so he wasn’t willing to put up with her attacks. He was far too cranky to allow himself to be afraid of his little sister.

For a nation that seemed to pride himself on arriving there at least five minutes early Kanada was especially late. If he did not show up to this meeting Ivan would have to punish him for making him go through this trouble.

Luckily for the younger nation, Kanada did show up, fifteen minutes late just in time for the main attraction of Amerika, Angliya, and Frantsiya getting into a bloody fistfight over undergarments of all things. Really they were getting more ridiculous. The fight had started by Frantsiya with Amerika this time, but it was obvious he only did it to get Angliya riled up who would side against Frantsiya about anything. The two of them should really just have sex and get over it. Perhaps he would lock them in a closet. The fights were becoming less interesting as there was less bloodshed and more groping, and Ivan was beginning to lose patience and interest.

The glower he leveled at Kanada was one that would usually leave the younger nation trembling, but instead he seemed nearly resigned to his fate. That simply wouldn’t do as Ivan would not be seen to be losing his touch. He noticed that Kanada seemed slightly distant when he mumbled a hello in Russia’s direction, and Ivan’s temper soared. Especially when soon after he was ignored as the Kanadian put his head down on the table in an apparent attempt to sleep.

Seething with anger Ivan reached over grabbing his arm in a vice like grip and shaking him roughly to disturb his rest.

“Privet, Komrad Kanada. What do you think of today’s meeting?”

The Canadian only looked at him with his distant slightly glassy eyes without comprehension for a moment. And it was then that Ivan noticed the faint pink flush on his otherwise pale face.

“I-I think it’s-” There was an awkward pause as the Canadian seemed to lose track of what he was saying before he finished his statement. “Rather louder than usual today.”

“Are you well, Komrad?”

The reply he got this time was an unintelligible mumble as the Canadian rested his head back on the table and tried to cover his ears.

“It is considered quite rude not to answer someone clearly, da?” Ivan said smiling and putting a slightly intimidating large hand on Kanada’s back.

“I said I’m fine,” the Canadian raised his voice as far as he was able to with his aching throat, which still wasn’t more than a whisper, “it’s just a fever and-” Whatever the rest of that statement was going to be was cut off as his efforts to shout sent him into a coughing fit that left him breathless. Not that any of the other nations noticed with the fighting being so loud.

Ivan looked at the other nation with some concern. He was obviously not feeling well, and not even Alfred had so much as looked his way twice. This simply would not do. An ill Kanada was not a Kanada that could be properly torment- convinced into becoming one with Rossiya.

When the bell rang signaling the hour lunch break, Ivan slung the sleeping Kanada over his shoulder and carried him out of the meeting room to Russia’s hotel room. The sick nation was too weak to even protest.

Ivan also got the bonus of, as he passed Angliya, and Frantsiya on their way to their rooms, managing to conveniently shove the two into the closet, barring it with a heavy antique desk that was only a few feet away down the hall. Their startled screams were music to Ivan’s ears. But surely that was only so that no one could see him taking their Kanada, Da?

And that was how Russia effectively managed to kidnap Canada.

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When Matthew finally regained consciousness after the meeting he was in a room that wasn’t his own. A quick look around revealed a very distinct coat and scarf sitting on the night table. Matthew tried to piece things together. He definitely remembered falling asleep on the meeting table listening to Al arguing with Papa and Arthur, so how did he get from there into Russia’s room?

His question was answered as Russia stepped out of the bathroom where had had taken a quick shower.

“Ah, Komrad Kanada. You are awake. I had to carry you out of the room when you did not wake for the break.”

Matthew couldn’t help it, he was staring. Oh it wasn’t like Russia was naked or anything, Matthew was sure that he would never allow himself to be that vulnerable in front of another person, but he was pretty sure he had never seen Russia without the long coat and scarf.

Russia strode over and placed a hand on Matthew’s forehead. “Your fever is still quite high, Kanada. You will rest here while I attend the rest of the meeting, da?”

Matthew forced himself upright and got out of the bed. “N-no, that’s not necessary. I’ll be able to attend the rest of the meeting.” Unfortunately that was when he was struck by another coughing fit. He would have fallen straight to the floor if Russia didn’t catch him and put him back on the bed.

Russia looked at him with one of his terrifying smiles. “Kanada, you will rest here, da?”

Matthew made his answer quite clear as he struggled out of bed again to walk to the door.

“Matfyeya,” He paused as Russia called him by his name, or at least the Russian equivalent. “You do not want to force me to do something you will regret.”

Matthew stubbornly opened the door and started to walk out. Before he had taken two steps out the door, everything went black again.

~~~

Ivan sighed and put the pipe back on the desk after delivering a glancing blow to the back of Kanada’s head. Matfeyeya was much too stubborn for his own good, was Ivan’s thought as he carried the younger nation back into the room. Unfortunately the break was almost over and then Russia would have to return to the meeting to take down notes for himself and Kanada.

He was pretty sure he remembered from the times when Katyusha took care of himself and Natal'ya that a person with a fever needed to be kept cool. For this reason, and also to prevent Kanada from further worsening his health by getting up and moving around, Ivan stripped him down to his Maple Leaf boxers and used some of his extra scarves to tie Kanada to the bed – using a complex knot that the Canadian would have no chance to unravel. Ivan then covered him with a light blanket, before folding his clothing and placing it carefully out of reach at the top of the closet, then leaving the room with his normal false smile and confidence. However he failed to notice that the door didn’t quite latch when it closed.

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The next time Matthew awoke it was to the very disconcerting feeling of being watched, followed by a very distinctive laugh.

“Kesesese~. So this is where you’ve been while the rest of them are slaving away over some boring policy.”

Matthew let out a soft groan and shivered, it took him longer than it should have to realize why the room seemed so cold.

“Where are my clothes?”

“Hell if I know, Matt. Judging from the scarves I would say that someone’s going to be getting lucky soon. Kesesesese~”

It was only then that Matthew realized that he couldn’t move his arms and legs.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Gil, and help me. I need to get back to my own room.” It was obviously too late to return to the meeting judging from what Gilbert was saying, and Matthew couldn’t help but wonder where Russia was in that case, and how the hell Gilbert managed to get into the room.

“Kesesese~! Why would I do that when I can stand here and appreciate the view, or perhaps I’ll just seize your vital regions for myself.” Said Gilbert walking fully into the room mostly shutting the door behind him. He quickly stalked over to the bed and leered over Matthew.

“G-Gilbert!”

“Privet, Prossiya.” As soon as Russia greeted him Gilbert froze. “If you are bothering Kanada I will have to request you leave. He should be resting to get over his illness, da?” Russia rested one large hand on Gilbert’s shoulder.

Gilbert convulsed and fought back a cough. “B-Bastard. What the hell are you doing to Matthew?!”

Russia held up a plastic container from the restaurant in the hotel. “I am bringing Kanada food to make him well soon. He must recover quickly to return to his proper place, today my chair was quite disappointing.” He smiled that creepy childish smile.

~~~

The Awesome Gilbert coughed up blood onto his hand. ‘Freaking un-awesome bastard.’

“Don’t worry Matt. I’ll come back, and when I do I’ll rescue you!” With that he made a quick strategic retreat from the enemy territory. He couldn’t allow the complete Un-Awesomeness of Russia to sap all of his power and leave him helpless to save Matt. The thought disgusted him, but The Awesome Gilbert knew that he was going to need help if he was going to save Matt from that Un-Awesome Bastard.

The Hero America was out of the question, he would never confront the other superpower, even if he was taking advantage of his brother. America hadn’t seemed overly concerned about Un-Awesome Russia’s crushing Matt either. That meant that Gilbert would have to get the rest of the Bad-Touch-Trio together to form a rescue party. They would have to claim Matt’s vital regions before Russia was able to. It was the only way to save him from being transformed into an Un-Awesome Minion of the Un-Awesome Russia! This was a job for the Super Sexual-Assault Hentai Sentai Team! Now just where exactly had The Five-Finger-Surprise Francis and The Tomato-Slut Antonio gotten to…

From on his head where he had forgotten about her in his concern over Matthew Gilbird let out a quiet chirp of annoyance. Her husband was going to have to realize one of these days that Canada’s vital regions were not his to claim, they belonged to someone else. Not to mention that if Francis and Antonio ever learned the “Super-Awesome Bad-Touch-Trio” Hero Names he had given them they would probably not appreciate it until they were thoroughly intoxicated enough again.

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“It is funny how quickly Komrad Prossiya runs away, da?”

Kanada just stared at Ivan as he closed the door, fully this time, behind him.

“Ah. Anyway Komrad Matfyeya, I have brought you some chicken soup from the kitchens. A very nice Russian boy from the kitchen recommended it; he says the Amerikans swear by it. His name was Pavel Chekov, I believe. Such a shame his foolish parents removed him from Rossiya, I shall have to see if I can bring him back where he belongs someday.”

He distracted the other nation with his little story while his approached the bed, but Kanada started to struggle against the scarves when he noticed Ivan was close.

“You should not struggle so Matfyeya. You should be resting to recover your strength, da?”

With that Ivan leaned down and deftly untied the knots restraining the Canadian’s arms allowing him to sit up, although his legs were still tied down. Ivan placed one arm around Kanada’s shoulders to prevent him from falling back down and handed him the warm plastic container and spoon.

“You should eat while it is still warm.”

“W-what?”

Perhaps the other nation was doing worse than he though. Kanada had been acting weirdly ever since Ivan returned and Prossiya left.

“You should eat. It will help you recover.” Ivan took the spoon from Kanada’s hand, reminded of something else Katyusha had done for himself and Natal’ya when they were children.

“Say, Ah, Kanada.”

“I-I can feed myself.”

“Hahhhh.” Ivan just held the spoon steadily in front of Kanada’s mouth, deftly avoiding his hands as he tried to regain the spoon.

“I’m not a child!” The Canadian resisted for another thirty seconds before finally conceding that Russia wasn’t about to give him the spoon back when he didn’t think he was going to eat on his own.

“Ahhhh.” Really Kanada was quite cute as he glared at Ivan.

Ivan grinned as he fed the first spoon of soup to Kanada. Katyusha would be so proud of him; here he was taking care of someone else so that they got well.

Russia’s own thoughts startled him. He wasn’t doing this to be nice. He would do this and then Kanada would become one with Russia. It wasn’t like he cared about the younger nation, he simply needed to convince him to become one with Russia and then from there it would be easy to stretch his reach all the way to Amerika and make them all become one with Russia.

~~~

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Prussia was pouting, and it was very mature and awesome pouting too. He had turned to his allies for help and gotten nothing! Nothing! Antonio was being deliberately obtuse as to the horrors that were obviously in store for Matty and refused to jump in to save him and France just started laughing at him. Laughing at the Awesome Him, and his concerns for Matty! It wasn’t to be believed the horror the insult! They were supposed to be on HIS AWSEOME SIDE!

But he would show them and he would show Russia too. He would save Matty from the total Un-awesome of the Commie all by himself. And so he charged over to Russia’s room baseball bat in hand and shouting his Awesome battle cry.

“KESESESESESE~ ALL YOUR CANADA ARE BELONG TO ME! NOT THE UNAWESOME RUSSIA!”

Unfortunately he managed to run straight into Elizabeta. She was not amused.

One frying pan to the face later and Gilbert was being dragged to his room by an angry Hungarian woman, just in time for the sun to set and force him to face a sever scolding from Ava.

Thoroughly chastised, Prussia never did manage to return to Russia’s room and ‘save’ Matty. Which was for the best really.

~~~

Canada blushed as Russia finished feeding him the bowl of soup.

“C-can I go now?”

Ivan hummed, putting a hand to Matthew’s forehead. “Your fever seems to be getting a little better, Matfyeya. But you should probably stay in bed in rest.”

“C-can you at least u-untie me?” Matthew said, his face going a little red.

Russia tipped his head like a confused puppy, “You will not run away again?”

“N-non. I won’t r-run away again.”

Russia nodded. “Da, I can untie you then.” He swiftly moved down to Matthew’s legs, untying the scarves so that he could move freely. Russia gave Matthew a stern look, “Now you will sleep da?”

Matthew nodded, curling up on his side on the bed. “What about you? This is your room after all.”

“I will be fine right here.” Ivan said, pointing to a patch of floor next to the bed. “And this way I can make sure Matfyeya stays in bed where he belongs.” Ivan finished with a smile.

“Ok.” Matthew rolled over, his back facing Ivan.

Ivan smiled softly as he watched Matfyeya as he fell into a peaceful sleep. He really hoped that he would take better care of himself. It startled him to realize how worried it had made him to see the other sick. “Spi spokoĭno, moĭ Matfyeya.” Sleep well, my Matthew. He whispered softly and without thinking, laying down on the floor and falling asleep himself, with a tiny content smile on his face.

~~~

AN: Somewhere along the line it looks like Ivan’s started to care about Matthew, without telling me. *sighs* Ivan’s in such denial about it because he’s RUSSIA. We also have a blatant tribute to Star Trek in this chapter.

Don’t worry about Gilbird… she’s not overly important to this part.

[Carina Jones]

They're all done, I'm just formatting and posting.

[Carina Jones]

Title: Seat & Seated
Part 5

Words: 476 (so far)
Rating: M (for safety)
Summary: Russia finally learns the “why”.
Warnings: Russia/Canada
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Hetalia
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5: Learning New Things

Another month, another meeting, this time in Spain. The speakers were dull, the topics had been discussed to death, and no one was even picking a fight. Matthew was bored and wanted to leave, and he would have too. If not for one rather significant obstacle, the Russian currently sitting on him, just like every other meeting. He couldn’t help himself, he started fidgeting and he couldn’t stop. He was just so bored.

The next thing he knew there was an irritated huff and one large hand reached back to give the curl a light touch. Normally the shock would be enough to cause Matthew to remember to still himself and stay still unless he wanted Russia to learn that uncomfortable little truth, but today it wasn’t enough. He just couldn’t sit still.

Ivan growled softly in irritation, reaching a hand back he grabbed the curl to tug it, but instead his fingers just slid down it. Matthew stilled instantly, biting his lip to prevent any sound from emerging, hoping against hope that it wouldn’t happen again, but something had distracted Russia and he had begun to play with that curl absentmindedly. Matthew let out a soft whimper.

Oh mon dieu, please don’t let him notice. Was all Matthew could think as his body started reacting with a mind all its own.

“P-please, s-stop.” He pleaded quietly. That seemed to snap the Russian’s attention back to him.

“Stop what Matfyeya?” Russia gave the curl one more absentminded twirl, and suddenly seemed to notice something different about his seat.

“T-that.”

Ivan smirked, “This?” He asked, smirking and playing with the curl more deliberately this time, paying attention to the reaction.

“O-oui. That.”

“Haaaaa, but it is so much fun Matfyeya.” Ivan said with an innocent little smile, without stopping.

Matthew’s face was bright red.

Neither of them noticed France watching with wide eyes and a perverted grin on his face, nor Hungary and her ever present Yaoi camera.

At least not until France lost the ability to control himself.

“Ze Lube! Ze Lube c’est in ze vents! Do not forget ze lube ~Ohonhonhonhonhon!”

Horribly embarrassed Matthew hid his face in the back of the Russian’s coat, willing his little problem to go away. Ivan shot the Frenchman a dark look for ruining his new game. Francis took the obvious hint and started running away. Russia calmly stood and followed with his pipe, Matthew standing from the chair and fleeing the room. Thank god it was break and most of the other’s had left before France’s exclamations.

Matthew hoped that Russia would forget all about it, but Russia never forgot. Russia could never forget anything about Kanada, and he would use this new knowledge to torture him relentlessly. Sometimes it seemed like life just wasn’t fair, but someday Matthew would get brave. And then, then Russia would see.

[Emily Jones]

Part three, you're missing a word
The younger nation suddenly went very STILL and Russia found this very convenient...

[Carina Jones]

Title: Seat & Seated
Part 6 (the last one)

Words: 1092
Rating: M (for safety)
Summary: Canada is not so innocent as Russia would have thought. In a surprised moment, Ivan begins to stop denying and start thinking.
Warnings: Russia/Canada
Other Notes: This probably is awful. If so please blame Russia for going where I didn’t intend.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Hetalia
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6: Not So Innocent

It was one of the odd days that Russia wasn’t sitting on Canada, having arrived to the meeting early enough to get a seat away from Belarus. Speaking of Belarus she was glaring across the tablecloth clad conference table from her seat next to Lithuania. The meeting was taking place in France, and as such Francis had decided, as the host, that he would set the table romantically; which was why there were candles and glitter on the conference table as well.

This tablecloth would soon be revealed as a great help to Matthew, either that or perhaps it was the invitation for Ivan to behave as he did. (And maybe that was Francis’s plan all along, a chance to make up to Matthew for his interruption.)

In the middle of the discussion on global warming, which was a rather dull repetition of the same suggestions everyone always made, Russia put his arm around Matthew’s shoulders.

“I believe that Canada and I can solve the problem of global warming, Da?” Russia suddenly spoke up interrupting America’s latest spiel on how giant robots could be used to shield the planet.

“W-what?” Matthew seemed to shrink in on himself as everyone in the room focused on him and Russia.

“Oh and what exactly would you propose as a solution, Russia?” Asked Arthur, at the end of his rope as far as this discussion went.

Russia smiled creepily, “My country and Kanada’s are both often visited by General Winter. I will use Kanada as bait to lure General Winter into a trap to use his power to end Global Warming. Unfortunately I can only do this if you all become one with Russia, allowing you to be crushed by the might of my power. But that would be a wonderful thing, da, Kanada?”

“M-maple.” Matthew squeaked as all eyes turned back onto him, “I-I guess General Winter could solve the problem, eh.”

This reply was, of course, barely heard due to America’s inevitable explosion.

“What do you mean use Matty for bait?! There’s no way I’m letting you get anywhere near Matty!” he conveniently forgets that Matthew is never more than a seat away from Russia at these meetings, Russia would never let Canada escape him… “You’ll never get him you commie bastard because I’m the Hero!”

Matthew almost laughed at his brother’s overdramatic exclamation. Alfred was well aware of his brother’s strange relationship with Russia and on his good days Alfred would even admit that he didn’t mind it. A fact that would probably cause the other nations to have simultaneous heart attacks if they ever found out.

Ivan just hummed and twirled the little curl that dangled in front of Matthew’s face around his finger as the usual fights sprung up. By the time Ludwig silenced the others and took charge to get the meeting back on track everyone had forgotten about Canada again. And so Matthew’s reddening face as Ivan continued to tease his hair was completely unnoticed until Alfred looked over a few minutes later. Of course as soon as Alfred looked in their direction Ivan stopped.

“Hey Matty is something wrong, bro? You’re face is like really, really red.”

“M-maple.” Matthew’s face went even redder as his brother having noticed. Damnit Al, why did you have to pull an observant America moment NOW. “I-It’s nothing. I’m fine, eh.” He bites his lip as Russia’s hand ‘accidentally’ brushes back again the curl.

“Well if you say so bro. Just remember if you need any help with the commie you can just shout for me k?”

“S-sure Al.”

And with that Alfred turned back to the meeting, much to Matthew’s relief. Relief that didn’t last long as Ivan began playing with his curl in earnest again.

“Ha, does Canada need help to take on the big bad Russia.” Ivan leaned into his ear and whispered giving the curl a more deliberate rub. Matthew bit his lip to keep from squeaking.

“N-no. I- I don’t-”

“Haaaah, what is it Matfyeya.”

Ivan stopped what he was doing and looked at Matthew innocently. Matthew nearly whimpered at hearing his name from the Russian’s mouth. It looked like Russia was going to stop, leaving Matthew in a real predicament.

“B-bastard… y-you can’t just-”

Ivan smirked as he placed his hand in front of Canada’s mouth. Matthew wondered how it was that no one else was seeing this.

“Ah, ah, ah. You will have to be very quiet, da? If you do not want America to come and show everyone that you can’t take care of yourself.”

There was a glimmer of mischief in Ivan’s eyes as one of the Russian’s hands moved boldly down to gently massage the bulge that the tablecloth was thankfully preventing the other nation’s from seeing. If anyone looked this way right now Matthew was certain that he would simply die from the embarrassment.

“You can be quiet, da, Matfyeya?” the smirking Russian whispered.

Ivan knew that he was going to have a difficult time preventing the younger nation from sensing his own arousal if he continued on with their game, but he wasn’t about to stop now.

Matthew did whimper this time as he nodded, but it was impossible to be heard, muffled as it was by Ivan’s other hand. Ivan removed his hand as he swiftly opened the younger nation’s pants, reaching inside to caress Canada’s vital regions, the tablecloth the only thing protecting Matthew’s dignity.

The Russian leaned into Matthew’s ear again, the boy was just on the edge and he couldn’t help himself. “Come for me, Matfyeya.”

As a three minute recess was declared a very relaxed Canada was being held upright in his seat by a smirking, and very barely squirming Ivan. No one else seemed to notice, except Matthew. And the Canadian decided it was payback time. His hand slid down, brushing Ivan’s vital region and the Russian stiffened.

“I had best say thank you, eh.” Said Matthew as he slid beneath the table.

If anyone noticed Russia’s hands gripping the table more tightly when they returned from recess, they didn’t comment. Likely out of fear of the irritable nation. As for Canada, the only nations who would have noticed his apparent absence were well aware of where he was, and were not about to tell a soul.

When the Canadian finally reappeared from beneath the table he was wearing a wicked smirk. And Ivan was shocked that he hadn’t really noticed when the little Canada he had been teasing since his independence had grown up.

[Carina Jones]

Dec 28, 2011 1:15:56 GMT -5 Emily Jones said:

Part three, you're missing a word
The younger nation suddenly went very STILL and Russia found this very convenient...

Fixed. See I said it needs a beta.

[Emily Jones]

XDDD OMG YOU GOT "HENTAI SENTAI" IN HERE~~~!!!!!!!!!!!
XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[Emily Jones]

Top of part five...
no one was ever picking a fight.
You mean "No was was even picking a fight", I think

[Carina Jones]

Dec 28, 2011 1:30:29 GMT -5 Emily Jones said:

Top of part five...
no one was ever picking a fight.
You mean "No was was even picking a fight", I think

....
I swear to you I went back and I thought I managed to fix that typo the second time. Apparently the r escaped me and i typo'd twice.

*facepalm*
And with typos all I can think of now is

" 'Why the dogs or what the gods are' indeed..."
'cause I read through old LJ posts yesterday.

[Emily Jones]

s'ok, I typoed when telling you what you missed.

[Honda Kiku]

Haha~ Nice~~ ^^ It's nice to see one of my favourite couples again and in such a manner ^^