Author's note: Okay, this is going to need a bit of explaining. I just checked, and it's seriously been about six years since I last wrote fanfiction *gulps* but here am I trying it again. Bear with me if it sucks, after so long, I can't help but be a bit rusty. Secondly, this story is SUPPOSED to end with smut. HOPEFULLY it'll get there but I've never written it so…. Rating is T for now!

Anyway, please enjoy this fic, it's just a little floofy thing to get out some inspiration I got from Kenny's SpaceCadet…thanks KC, this fic is for you! :D

Disclaimer: I own nothing…but fun things would happen if I did ;)

Ivan couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

It started a few weeks ago, while he was returning home from visiting his sweet little Canada. The two of them had a lot of…fun…during his stay and had even tried a couple new…things but as he walked steadily away from his lover's house, Ivan felt the tiniest twinge of unease. He had enjoyed his time with Matthew, really enjoyed it, yet… What? What was wrong? Even now, after that small passing feeling had turned into a fulltime subject for worrying, Ivan still couldn't put his finger on what was causing his discontent. His relationship with Matthew had been the best thing to happen to him in a long time… He hadn't felt this happy since before the fall of USSR, perhaps even longer. No, good hadn't come upon him for a long while. Not since his house emptied. Not since that awful fight with Alfred(1)…

Shaking his head frantically, Ivan begged his mind not to dwell on the sadder moments and instead decided to think back to his predicament. What was the source of his worried feelings? To him Matthew was perfect. Sweet, quiet little Matvey. His sweet little Matvey. His Matvey who would become loud only during hockey games, whooping and hollering when his team won, but always careful not to rub it in Ivan's face if it was Russia who the Canadians beat. His Matvey, who was so quiet during meetings with the other nations, even if he had something useful to say (unlike more than 95% of the other loud-mouth attendees). His Matvey, who despite all his effort and all the encouragement from Russia still couldn't muster up enough courage to put his two cents in. How cute he would be, finally blurting out what he wanted to say after everyone had left. Ivan always made sure to relay Canada's words for the rest of the group in the next meeting, but he would never stop trying to help him be able to speak on his own. Ivan saw strength in Canada, strength that no one else could. The quiet nation would always say they he would be there whenever Ivan needed him and he meant it. He understood what it felt like to grow up amongst the ice and snow. Mathew would always listen with empathy while Ivan complained about the freezing temperatures. He would smile and nod; always knowing that Ivan wasn't always talking about the chill of snow, but of loneliness itself. This too, Matthew understood.

Ivan frowned, not understanding what his problem could be. Matthew was smart, interesting and good looking to boot. Ivan sighed, thinking of his little sunflower's soft, vibrant hair and his adorable face. Why was he feeling like something was wrong? He had finally found someone who cared about him, who listened to him, someone who he felt the need to stand up for and protect. Plus. Matthew was surprising compliant when it came to the bedroom. Really, especially after his last visit there really shouldn't be any reason for Ivan to feel unsatisfied. No, that was the wrong word. Ivan was satisfied with his relationship with Matthew. It was going very well. He finally had someone to talk to, someone to care for…and the sex? The sex was great. Really great…but…

What was it then? Here he was, sitting in private jet on his way to a G8 meeting that his darling lover was hosting; pondering why in the world he was feeling like something was missing in their relationship. What was wrong with him? He decided to push away his doubtful thoughts and instead turned to stare out the small window of the plane at the clouds beneath him. They reminded him of snow. How he hated snow.

Matthew was only a semi-decent dancer. It was for this reason that he never danced in front of anyone. When alone in his kitchen, however, he could shake what his mama gave him while Avril Lavigne blasted on the stereo system Alfred installed (the reason he did most likely being so he could use when he visited his "lil' bro"). Matthew hummed along as the song played, pouring the pancake batter expertly onto the frying pan as he did. He was excited, not only was he hosting the G8 meeting that was coming up in a couple of days (maybe the others would notice him this time!) but Ivan had decided to stay at his house instead of the usual hotel room. This was going to be a great weekend! Matthew flipped the finished pancake onto a waiting plate as he shimmied his hips suggestively to the beat of the music, failing to notice the door behind him slowly open.

Ivan had waited for several minutes after knocking on his lover's door. No answer. Surely Matthew was expecting him. Thinking his cute Matvey had gone to pick up some groceries he decided to let himself in through the back door that led to the kitchen, Matthew never remembered to lock it. He didn't expect to be greeted by obnoxiously loud music when he crept in the door. Nor did he imagine one fine part of the Canadian's anatomy to be moving so…suggestively.

"I-I-Ivan?" Matthew squealed, startled and embarrassed. Why did he leave his back door unlocked? Furthermore, why didn't Ivan just use the front?

"Matvey…" Ivan said darkly, staring pointedly downwards—well, more downwards than usual—eyes clouded with lust.

"Let me turn off the stove," Matthew whispered, a playful smirk on his usually innocent face.

A daft hand played slowly with straw-colored locks, running them through its fingers. Its partner rubbed Matthew's back in slow circles as the two lazily basked in the aftermath of their activities. They had gone back down to the kitchen after the first round to eat the (cold) pancakes Matthew had made, but they had returned to the bedroom shortly for rounds two through four. Matthew had buried his head in Ivan's chest, exhausted from all his hard work. He never turns down a proposition thought Ivan happily, but then paused to think. Matvey never denies me anything… Realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He stiffened at the epiphany and his hands abruptly halted their lazy movements. His darling, sweet, quiet Matthew never said no to him. Ever. This was it. This is what was wrong. Was what he and Matthew had just the same as any other relationship he had ever had? Would Matthew ever stand up for himself if Ivan displeased him? No, probably not. Would he ever give him crap about something in a volume above a whisper? Ivan was so used to dominating others, he didn't want his relationship with Canada to be that way.

"Ivan….?" Matthew shifted to look at his suddenly stiff lover, "What's the matter?"

"Er, nothing da…" Ivan mustered up a smile as he answered, jarred from his thoughts, "I was just think—" Riiiiiing! "Are you going to get that?" he asked, interrupted by Matthew's phone sounding out a loud bell tone.

"Let's just leave it," Matthew smiled as the phone rang again, "I'm too comfortable right now to bother." With that he snuggled closer into Ivan, who continued to lazily fondle him, glad that Matthew had given up asking about him.

The phone rang for the fifth time and the answering machine turned on. "Hello, you have reached the Williams house," Matthew's voice echoed through the house, "If you would like to leave a message for Matthew, wait for the beep. If you would like to leave a message for Kuma….Kuma….uh….Kilimanjaro…press one. We'll get back to you as soon as possible, bye!" Beep!

"Hey Mattie! It's your super awesome brother!" Alfred's loud voice was impossible not block out as he apparently all but screamed into the phone, "What's up dude? Where are you? I feel haven't seen you in forever! Anyway, I just wanted to see if you wanted to play catch with me today! Come on, you know you want to! I'm free for the rest of night! Let's hang out! CALL ME!"

"Your brother is so loud and obnoxious sometimes, Matvey" Ivan grumbled.

"Yeah…" Canada whispered sadly.

"Huh? Is there something the matter?" Ivan asked, concerned. Were the North American brothers fighting? Alfred didn't sound angry on the phone, but the guy was all but oblivious to other people's feelings.

"Uh, no…it's nothing…" Matthew sighed, "I just… I've kind of been avoiding Alfred lately, and I think he's starting to notice…"

"Why? Are you angry with him?"

"No, it's just….just, I still haven't told him about us…" came the ashamed reply.

"Oh."

"Yeah, I know you don't like that I haven't told anyone…" Canada whispered, apologetic, "but you know how Alfred is. He'll be pissed. I can just imagine him screaming about having to save his 'baby brother' from the villainous 'commie bastard'! I just can't tell him… So I've kind of been distancing myself to ease the guilt…"

"Is it working…?" Ivan asked, concerned.

"No." Matthew sighed, burrowing himself farther into Ivan's chest.

Ivan patted his head, trying to comfort his poor upset sunflower. What could he do to fix this situation? How could he get Alfred to accept Ivan's relationship with his brother? The minute the superpower found out he would be yelling profanities and politically incorrect statements left and right. Alfred's combative personality would never let him passively go along with the situation. He would resist and argue the whole way….wait a minute… Ivan might have just figure how to kill two birds with one stone… Revitalize Matthew's connection with his brother AND ensure his precious relationship with Matthew didn't turn into one of dominance and fear. Such a perfect plan…yet it came dangerously close with having some feelings dragged out from the past that he'd rather forget. He would have to risk it.

This was going to be good.

Author's ending stuff….

Oh goodness… I'm done (with the chapter, not the fic, don't worry haha). Wow, there you go a nice piece of rusty writing, heh. I feel like Russia's a little ooc (okay… a lot ooc) but I really wanted Canada's and his relationship to be a good one so I think staying true to the insane/psycho/killer/creepy image wouldn't be the best choice. Anyway, I'm pretty happy with it, sorry for advance for any mistakes, I don't have a beta. Also, I go crazy over parallelism (repeats of sentence structure to denote importance) and creative-license fragments…so if you notice that and it bothers you, sorry, that's just my kooky style of writing haha!

Notes:

"awful fight with Alfred"=the Cold War

Kilimanjaro is a mountain in Africa. It is also the word I use when I can't remember long Japanese names that start with "K". I thought it would be fitting for Canada to call Kumajirou that (see the similarities in the words! I also use it for Kimimaro from Naruto whose name I totally had to look up because I always call him Kilimanjaro lol)

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