To Ivan he felt relaxed, almost happy, with Matthew. Of course he had mistaken the Canadian more than once in the past for his brother but slowly he realized the differences between them. Sure, they still tried to kill each other during a hockey match, but the Russian could be at peace around him.

Like now, even after a brutal hockey match. Ivan smiled, his childish but creepy smile, as Matthew went around the kitchen getting the ingredients for pancakes. Kumajiro snored lightly on the plush couch in the living room, exhausted just by watching the two nations play.

"Sorry Ivan. I have to go downstairs to get more flour." Matthew said as he saw the pitiful amount in the one he kept upstairs.

"It's fine comrade Matvey." The Russian said, watching a particular asset of the Canadian's as he walked out of the kitchen. The pale blond blinked at the low warning growl that filled the air. He looked behind him to see Kumajiro's white head watching him from over the couch's back.

"Watching." He warned, his black eyes glaring daggers at the nation of Russia. Ivan would have chuckled, but he remembered the last time the cub had warned him about Matthew and he disregarded it. There were still teeth marks on his ankle because of it.

"Found it!" Matthew chimed happily as he returned to the kitchen carrying a large sack of flour. With a loud 'thud!' the flour was dropped on the counter. The blond smiled at his Russian guest as he reached over to grab his red apron with white straps and riffles along the sides. On it was a white maple leaf with the wording 'Kiss Me I'm Canadian' encircling it in white.

Ivan chuckled as Matthew opened the bag and flour comically burst into his face from the built up air. The nation of Canada used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his glasses, laugher escaping his parted lips, not even noticing the violet eyed Russian stand and walk over to him.

"I-" He gasped as a handful of flour was thrown in his face. Matthew pouted childishly at the equally childish behavior of Ivan before scooping up as much flour as he could with his two cupped together hands. Kumajiro hid under the couch and watched with vacant black eyes as the kitchen became a war zone.

Both flour bags torn open and the fluffy power used as ammo. The kitchen was soon covered in a mock snow and the air was filled with the quiet laughter from Matthew and the slightly eerie laughter from Ivan. Both nations speckled by flour on their clothes and flesh, and Canada having smudge marks on his glasses.

Once there was no more flour to be used as ammo they started the long, tedious task of cleaning the kitchen but not before Ivan spoke up. "Matvey." Said Canadian looked up only to find a large muscular arm around his waist pulling him close to the other artic nation. A dark pink dusted Matthew's cheeks as his soft lavender-blue eyes looked at the back of Ivan's phone. He smiled happily, a few left over laughs escaping him. A loud shutter sound from the phone gave away the fact it just took a picture.

"Now we clean." Matthew said as he pulled himself from the Russian's hold to clean. Ivan pouted then looked at his phone with a smile. There was Matthew, eyes slightly crinkled with his smile and laughter, covered in flour in his apron with a blush as the smiling personified nation of Russia held him securely around his slim waist.

Quickly, he saved the picture then smiled devilishly to himself as he compiled a new media message. Ivan scrolled through his contacts, smiling even more devilishly when he saw the name he wanted. A few pressed buttons and the message was sent. The Russian pocketed his phone and then started to help Matthew clean. He wished he was there to see the expression on his face when he got the message, but he'd rather be here with his Matvey.

While it may have been three o' clock in the afternoon at Matthew's house it was ten o' clock at night in a certain German's house, which also roomed his brother. Gilbert growled deeply in his chest as his phone vibrated ceaselessly. The Prussian grabbed his phone, moaning in pain as he opened it and was blinded by the light.

"Wha?" He asked to the phone at seeing he received a media message from Ivan, of all the nations. Deciding that since he was already up he should check what the Russian sent him. Gilbert pressed open and as he drank in the picture he nearly broke the cell with his grip.

How dare that communist touch his Matthew! He flung himself out of bed, not caring that he was only in his white boxers and socks, startling a once slumbering Gilbird. Gilbert took the stairs two at a time, tripping over one of Ludwig's dogs at the bottom, landing on his face. A scream echoed from upstairs and a series of Italian words filled the air. Feliciano must have thought the loud bang was a monster breaking in and was now most likely clinging to Ludwig.

With a moan of pain the albino stood, rubbing his forehead. He glanced at the phone, seeing his Matthew smiling at him with Ivan by his side. Again, Gilbert took off in a run across the hardwood floor, slipping a few times as he raced to Ludwig's study.

The Prussian cursed under his breath as he dug through the numerous papers his brother had around. Seriously how did he find anything with everything so organized? He let out a triumphant 'Aha!' as he found what he was looking for. Grabbing the phone at Ludwig's desk and placing his cell phone down so the picture was still staring at him he flipped open the planner and contact book. It was time to make a few calls.

Matthew yawned as he entered the German household, Kumajiro in his arms, Gilbert trailing behind him. The Canadian had to admit that even if he was randomly forced onto a place by the Prime Minster for no reason other than a brief word on improving relations with Germany he was happy. Even if turned out that his friend just wanted to kidnap him for a couple of weeks.

"Have fun Birdie?" The Prussian asked as a stronger yawn escaped the blond's pink lips. Matthew nodded along with the yawn, using his free hand to rub at his eyes.

"Yeah, thanks for everything though you didn't have to." The nation of Canada said, knowing that Gilbert's Porsche was still filled with gifts and clothes he had bought for him.

"Nonsense! Only the very best and the most awesome stuff for you!" The albino said as he grabbed Matthew's hand and started to lead him up the stairs, mindful of that one dog that always slept at the bottom of the stairs.

"Where are we going?" The Canadian asked as his eyelids started to fall over his soft lavender-blue eyes. Gilbert didn't blame him for his grogginess; it was past one in the morning.

"My room. Feli and Lovino are here and because Lovino is here Antonio tagged along too. Not only that, but Kiku was dragged along with Feliciano, something about the old days. So the only free spot to sleep is the couch and of course West's two dogs sleep there. And there's no way I'm letting you sleep with some dogs! So we're sharing a bed." The Prussian said in seemingly one breath. Matthew nodded, having zoned out from his tiredness at after the word 'room'.

"Okay." He said as he was pulled into the albino's room. Without changing the Canadian wiggled his way under the covers, only stopping at the bed to kick off his tennis shoes. Gilbert hissed out his famous chuckle as Matthew was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow, Kumajiro held close. The Prussian changed into a pair of fresh boxers and a black wife-beater.

Gilbert slid into the covers behind Matthew, making sure his cell phone was in his hand. Carefully he slipped his arm under the nation of Canada, making sure to not awaken him or the polar bear cub. He pushed himself close to the slumbering blond, his body drinking in his warmth as he buried his nose into the wavy hair. He chuckled as Gilbird landed on the pillow, quickly settling in on the fluffy pillow and falling asleep. With his free arm, the personified Prussia held the cell above them, making sure to capture this moment and his devilish smile of victory and 'haha!-Canada's-in-my-bed' look in his vermillion eyes.

Once sure he got the picture Gilbert looked at the scene, smiling as he took it the digital photo. Kumajiro's head was buried in Matthew's chest, who was the embodiment of peace with that innocent look on his face. Gilbird's bright yellow color was dwarfed by the white that engulfed him just above Kumajiro's head. And then there was the devilish smirk on Gilbert's face as his ruby eyes looked right back at him with his nose buried in Matthew's golden hair.

All-in-all the picture was perfect. Prussia saved the photo then composed a new media message. It was time for that Russian to have a taste of his own medicine. With a smirk Gilbert sent the message then placed the phone on the headboard and wrapped his free arm around the Canadian's waist. He buried his face into Matthew's hair. He would have liked to see Ivan's face when he got the message, but he'd rather hold his Matthew.

Ivan muttered out a curse in Russian as his looked at his alarm clock, which dutifully told him it was past three in the morning. Who would text him this early? And did that person have a death wish? As he opened the message it was clear that a certain Prussian did, in fact, have a death wish.

The nation of Russia growled darkly as he took in the picture of his Matvey in Gilbert's bed. His cell phone let out a groan as it dented in the vice grip it was being held in. His bright violet eyes became tainted as murderous thoughts filled his head.

Ivan stood, only in a pair of boxers that matched his flag and his scarf wrapped warmly around his neck. The large man calmly got dressed as his dark aura filled the room. He hummed a childish tune to himself as he grabbed his beloved faucet pipe from beside the bedroom door.

Dark repetitive chuckles escaped him as he opened the door. Ivan took another glance at the picture before dialing a number into his cell and pressed it against his ear. He was going to pay a surprise visit to Ludwig's.