I LIIIIIIIIIIIIVE! So tell me what's goin' on-Just say the word and I'm there! Alright. How long was I out-oh shit. That long… Damn. So… I disappeared from the face of the Earth. Gotta love life, right? Left you with a cliffhanger and what nots… Let's see…

Mathew was dreaming… Ivan was panicking… France is toping Great Britain*cough*. ALRIGHT! I'm caught up! Let the cuddling madness continue.

You know, my dear minions… At this point of the story, Russia and Canada had a lot of time and attention with each other. A LOT. Which kind-a puts them in a rut, don't you think? Ivan is trying to escape while Mathew pretends he is a kraken and takes Ivan down… Ivan gets uncomfortable and Mathew licks him… Ivan is baffled that a small country can hold him down for this long while Mathew is just really, really sleepy and needs his body pillow to stop moving. Either way, both of them are on the floor and not contributing to the progress of the plot in any way. Sure there are different settings, dreams vs. reality, and different POV, Ivan, Arthur, Frances, ect… but the story is not there yet. It could go… so much further-MWHAHA-

Besides my dearest minions… How unfair is it to have them hog all the cuddling fun?

Now that I planted that ninja seed in your heads, as your jaw starts to drop slightly from you contemplating my tedious actions, know that this little twist is for the best and to show the dangerous cuddling horror that is Mathew Williams. It all started when I was watching the first season of "Hetalia", I realized that I have another love with a country/character… and I'm dying for him to join the pile-hon hon hon hon-but, it's gonna be a surprise! I'm sure he had a lot of practice with a weaker country before, but facing Mathew? He might survive… just might.

With that in mind-Let the cuddling spread! MWAHAHA! Oh, I am soooo excited *evil minion face*

Rated M(inion) for a reason…

…

Russia Invaded! Part Seven: An Unsuspected Ally to an Unsuspecting Victim

…

*Deep Narrator Voice* PREVIOUSLY ON RUSSIA INVADED:

The Russian could not believe what Mathew has done to him, and he feared that it was going to get worst if he let this man continued to sleep on him. Somehow… he had to wake the sleepy nation.

Ivan was preparing a mental list on ways to wake Mathew up when he felt something tickle his lips. Without thinking, Ivan automatically bit down at the teasing object and pulled his chin up forward, causing an erotic noise coming out beside the Russian's neck.

…

…

Ivan froze; the thin object was still in his tight lips, debating on spiting it out or not. The tickling nuisance was connected to something large and heavy. Cautiously, Ivan gave it a small tug by jerking his head sharply to the side. Another gasp escaped out of Mathew's lips making Ivan freeze again.

This was new and unexpected.

He felt the smaller nation on top of him go ridged and felt an increase of body temperature raiding off of him. Ivan turned his face towards Mathew's to see that the blonde was blushing in his sleep. The small nation's lips parted open slightly and ticked the Russian's exposed neck with his heated breaths.

Ivan felt himself start to blush and his skin burst into goose bumps when Mathew suddenly knitted his eyebrows and burrow deeper into the crook of his neck while whispering meekly, "No…papa."

The Russian flinched at the movement, becoming ridged himself. No one, not even his sisters, had ever come so close to his neck before. Most of the nations always presumed that the reason why Ivan always wore the scarf, even in a tropical island, was because his nation was so ungodly cold and he wore it out of habit. True the scarf was meant to protect his neck from the cold, but there were also two other reasons why he refused to take it off. For one thing, his beloved sisters made him that scarf as a gift when they themselves had nothing to protect themselves from the cold. It had saved him on a couple of occasions during his early years of nationhood and, most importantly, made him feel connected to his small family. He mainly wears it to honor his sisters, showing that he still loves them very much even though he does not vocally tell them so all the time.

However, because the scarf has protected his neck for so many years, it had left his skin around his neck extremely sensitive. Every time when something touches his neck, Ivan either panics and beats away the object with a long rusty pipe or freezes up into a human statue. In this case, as the small blonde nation burrowed his face ever so deeply to Ivan's neck, the poor Russian's system shut down and locked into a frozen pose, making it nearly impossible for Ivan to fight the sleepy Canadian off of him.

Ivan's heart started to race faster and faster as his mind began to shut down. His vision stated to fade in and out as he repeatedly thought the words, "Neck… touching… neck… touching…"

As Ivan was having his mental panic attack, he subconsciously pulled Mathew's curl harder and harder with his lips as he fought the erg to flip out. Not knowing the awkward consequences that would happen the longer he continued to pull.

…

What Ivan didn't know about the sensitivity of Mathew's little curl was undoubtedly and entirely all France's fault.

Along with Mathew's terrible sleeping habits, the issues of the small strand of blonde hair started off as an accident that later became a method for control of another country.

It all started when the Italy brothers arrived after the fall of the Roman Empire and every nation around the Mediterranean wanted to take over them. France, as one of the oldest nations, knew that the competition for the Italy brothers was strong and knew that they were most likely to be taken over by someone else who was stronger and richer than his nation.

It did not help that both Italy and Romano were both indecisive and didn't have a preference on who they would like to be ruled by. As long as they were taken care of, fed and had the chance to express themselves through art, they were happy with anyone, or in Romano's case… most of everyone; ideally, one who had the most attractive ladies.

Either way, the whole situation was a big medieval mess.

France tried everything to get them to be his underlings. He tried pressuring them with religion, he tried teaching them his art and the greatness of his nation's history… he even tried tempting them with delicious food from his country but nothing worked. He even debated with himself for years on declaring war on them because their country was so weak and easily conquerable. However, as tempting as declaring war on the Italian twins were, back then war was a difficult task that was outrageously costly for both the economy and the integrity of the country. Along with that, wars often took nearly decades to end, leaving a huge dent in the population and slowing both of the nation's wealth and progress. Plus, if France declares war on the Italian brothers at that moment, every other nation who wants to rule Italy would fight him and make his life a living Hell. He needed the boys to willfully go under his rule with little force and little attention from the neighboring countries as much as possible.

That is when he had an idea.

France was a country of love and was a professional on captivating and capturing the hearts of many. Now, with the Italian brothers he wasn't going to seduce the children and force them to perform methods that are strictly reserved for adults. Frances was bold and daring nation but he wasn't a monster. He wanted the two young countries to love him with simple flick of his wrist and lucky for him, he had perfected a technique that would do as such.

By observing methods performed from the east, Frances noticed that there were certain pressure points on the human body that would cause a certain reaction. If performed on a person who was young at age, the applied pressure make the individual respond a physical response at first which would instantly turn into mental emotion. For an example, if Frances pushed one of these pressure points on the boys, they will feel their hearts pumping faster, their emotions accelerated and they would have a sense of happiness. The children would recognize this reaction of their bodies as love and would feel comfortable with the older nation. This love would make them submit to his rule and would not rise against him, thus making it a perfect method of domination without oppression. Just manipulation.

However, this method has a problem of backfiring later on in the years as the child grows up into a young adult. When pulled too many times in a short period, the rushing emotions can potentially mix up the desired reaction and replace it for something as an act of intimacy and be used as a tool for sexual stimulation. Unfortunately, since the Italian brothers where the first to be used on this method, France accidently over worked this pressure point in the beginning of the children's childhood and made them extremely sensitive to any kind of pull. France had to stop manipulating them after a while and soon let them go to other nations because he had changed them so much and felt guilty for putting this handicap on them. Though his treatment has stopped, the evidence of his manipulation is physically shown on the boys to this day in a shape of a rough curl protruding from their heads. When he first met the brothers, they did not have this curl.

Throughout the years of loneliness, America and Canada were discovered, and the battle for domination started all over again. Countries bickered with one another and tried luring the boys out to their side with their own culture, power, wealth and most importantly, food. At this time, France was in a stronger position to take over another country, compared to his first attempts with the Italian brothers. He could financially support the both of them, provided them trade, knowledge and bring them up to speed of the major power houses. However, England, his bitter rival, was equally strong and was dead set on ruling a weaker nation from the north. Already, England had taken over a lot of countries throughout Europe and Africa, which made France nervous and pressured on succeeding on dominating another country.

When he met young Canada, his methods was gradual and slow compared to the rampaging aggressive efforts of England to America. He traded with the natives and gradually introduced his culture through trading forts and only took what he needed, like fish and beaver pelts. Once Canada became more trust worthy of France, the young boy gladly let France rule him. However, though things were going great between the two countries, France was still worried. At this point, Spain was starting to take over the other side of America and other countries where showing interest of the large space available in the north. Sooner than later, a larger country would challenge France for dominance over Canada and France feared that this little boy not feel obligated on staying with him because they did not know each other for a long period of time.

Pressured on dominating the small country before he was taken away, France preformed the same manipulating method on Mathew like he did with the Italian twins… and like before, it backfired.

…badly…

…

Mathew suddenly clutched Ivan's jacket and cried out in a wanton gasp as he trust his hips against the larger nation. Ivan, who still was mentally panicking about his neck being touched, looked up at Mathew in shock; the blonde curl still trapped in his lips.

Mathew pushed down on shaky arms over Ivan's head and sat up. His legs draped on both sided of Ivan's waist while his core rocked gently against the larger male. With a startled blink, Ivan finally released the hair and stared up at the hazed lavender eyes.

Ivan swallowed hard and asked in a soft voice, "Canada? Are you awake?"

The only response was a sad little whine coming out of the Canadian's fleshy lips; addressing the loss of that glorious pressure that he was feeling earlier. Ivan was about to say something when Canada shot a small glare at the Russian through his golden locks. His lavender eyes seemed to gleam wickedly in the shadow of his hair as he stared the Russian down. Ivan shivered in response to the icy glare but found that he could not look away.

Mathew was beyond sexually frustrated. All this time, while he was trying to sleep, Ivan had the nerve to keep pleasuring him while the Canadian slept, and no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, or pleaded against the blissful abuse, or hold down the wiggling body pillow, he was simply not getting the sleep that he so desperately needed. Mathew was not awake. Oh no… the real Mathew was still unconscious and trapped in the trippy wonderland that his subconscious had created. This little sleeping nation was far from being awake…his other half, however, was wide awake and was ready to take what the pestering Russian had to offer.

The other Mathew, who was accidently created by 'Papa France', smiled lustfully at the Russian. It was time to play a game. The large nation was apparently willing to play with the French inspired part of Canada. Why else would the Russian pull on his most sensitive area relentlessly like he did? Obviously there was some tension that needs releasing and the other Mathew was not going to let this opportunity slide this time.

Before Ivan could take advantage of the new body position and roll the aggravated nation off him, other Mathew leaned forward and trapped the Russians lips with his own. Russia instinctually raised both of his hand up on Canada's hips and pushed up in attempts to stop the assault, but instead of stopping the Canadian, Ivan accidently made the game more interesting. With Mathew's center of gravity shifting, the other Mathew reached over with his hand and nestled it behind him at the intersection on Ivan's legs; giving the Russian a good squeeze with his talented fingers.

Russia gasped at the sudden action, nearly dropping Mathew back on his waist. Seizing the opportunity, Mathew attacked Ivan's gasping mouth with his tongue and explored the wet cavern; all along, he never broke eye contact with the larger nation. With every swish of his clever tongue, he gave the Russians neither regions a gracious squeeze; rolling his palm lightly over his abdomen to stimulate the larger male.

Ivan moaned at the pleasure that the Canadian was giving, but regardless of how good it felt he continued to fight Mathew. Trying his best to get the nation off of him by kicking his legs furiously and rolling his hips.

Other Mathew smiled at the Russian's attempts for escape as he effortlessly shifted around and continued to hold the larger male down. This was turning out to be quiet a fun game for the blonde, and though he was ungodly tired, he couldn't help but to feel excited on where this would go.

…

…

Ludwig, or as commonly known as Germany, paced down the hallway with cellphone at hand. His brow tighten more into a scowl as he tried calling the missing members for their world meeting. Like his last few attempts from the past hour, his calls were being unanswered which made him even more irritated.

Out of habit, he started listing the cons of this meeting as he waited for Hungary's answering machine to pick up his call for the fifth time; he had long since given up the hope of anyone answering his calls.

With a grumbled sigh, he started his list. First there was the late invitations to Beijing. Then there was the horrible weather which nearly made him late for the meeting due to plane delays. Once at Beijing, he was instantly assaulted with Italy's latest problem. Apparently, Romano dared Italy to lick a frozen pole to see if his tongue would stick… which it did. When he tried getting help for his friend, China popped out of nowhere and tried to sell "authentic Chinese healing water" to aid Italy. It was just bottled water heated in a microwave; but Italy was complaining about the cold and Germany was pressed for time, so he bought the water for Italy's tongue. Then there was the awkward fight between France and England a few minutes ago that left the meeting room in a chaotic mess. Ludwig was not there to witness the fight but he was forced to clean up after them, which made him even more irritated because he was the only one who cleaned up the mess. For some reason, America would not enter the room to help out even though he was standing by the door watching Germany work with a sick and an embarrassed look on his face.

Ludwig snorted angrily at the memory and thumbed through his contact list. He pressed Russia's number and held the cellphone to his ear and waited. After a couple of rings on his end of the line, he stopped pacing the hall and held the phone away from his face. He listen intently as the sound of a "Swan Lake" ringtone was heard echoing down the corridor. Germany hung up and redialed quickly, resulting in another loop of the same ringtone that he heard earlier. Germany followed the ringtone and ended up at a messy hallway that made him grimmest.

Skirting around the edges of the hallway were trash barrels that were upturned and its contents dumped out. In the distance he could see something white moving in one of the trashcans but was quickly distracted by something else. Through an open door, where Russia's ringtone was emanating its haunting ballad, came sounds of a struggle. Heavy breathing, moaning and someone repeating, "No!" was heard over the ringtone.

Without a single moments worth of hesitation, Ludwig charged at the open door, determined to assist the one who was calling for help.

What he got as he entered the broken room a creepy lustful smile from a possessive blonde holding down a nervous looking Russian. His lavender eyes glowed under his locks as he whispered menacingly, "Welcome to the game, mon cher."

…

Other Mathew does not mind playing a multi-player game…

…

…

Oh this is so much fun! How can Canada hold this many countries and not any of them escape?! Will the real Mattie wake up, or will the "Papa France's version" stay throughout the night?! Don't worry my minions, Ivan came first and will have most of the attention-Tee hee hee….