Canada awoke to a warm cuddly feeling. He loved the blissfulness of mornings, when you just get up and you forget everything around you. Yep that feeling is the best. Though he soon realized that it might have gotten too warm, he felt icky and drenched in sweat. Well a shower can fix that no problem he smiled. The blond groggily sat up in the bed, odd why does it feel bigger? Morning blissfulness, he concluded.

And with those thoughts he got up and took a step towards the door that he assumed was his bathroom. But a sudden aching all over his body caused him to collapse to the floor. What the Maple? Right then is where all that had happened the night before finally clicked in his mind. And now he lay. On Russia's floor. hair butt naked. and defenseless The Canadian paled.

A rustling from the bed caught his attention. "Now Matvey, I am impressed that you could stand, but where do you think you are going?" A thickly layered Russian voice came behind him.

No, no no no no no! Matthew shut his eyes as tightly as possible. This is all a bad dream because I watched Alfred's stupid horror film! I can wake up anytime I want... Like now.. He opened his eyes to see he was still stuck face first on the floor. Please? More movement from behind made the blond flinch. "I... uh... shower!" he squeaked.

Ivan gave a hearty laugh at this, well Canada was on the floor, naked, and pretty much a hopeless mess. Matthew tried to stabilize himself on his knees and elbows, but ended up shaking both from the pain and the cold.

And just as he was about to collapse once more, a long warm muscular arm wrapped its way around his waist. "You know I could go for a bath myself." Russia chuckled in his ear. The fair haired man leaned onto the smaller one forcing him to hold up more weight.

Ivan licked up the younger males spine until he reached his neck. There he began to kiss and nip up to his mouth. His large hands began to wander their way south. His left began to play at the base of the others member and the other began plunging digits into the boys entrance. A load shaky moan escaped the blonds mouth.

"I-Ivan, please" Matthew began in exasperated huffs. "Stop." he gasped as the Russian inserted his last finger and gave a tight squeeze to his member.

The larger nation smirked at the request, he wouldn't obey it but it was cute to see Matthew try and take control. Russia nipped at the blonds left ear, causing the blond to become winded. He took out his fingers and instantly replaced them with his erected member. Canada gave a shriek at the sudden hotness inside him. Which in turn made Russia smirk, he loved the way his little Matvey reacted.

"Ah. Ivan... please, nnnn" The blond tried once again to gain control of the situation but to no avail. Russia thrusted in and out and the Canadian below him moaned and shrieked in time with each thrust. As the fair haired nation felt himself on the verge of cumming he grabbed the younger ones manhood that had ripely stiffened and gave it a abusive squeeze, which in turn caused it to give just as Ivan came inside the blond once again, and in turn he could see that there wasn't that much room in there for all of his seed.

Canada now lay on the floor with staggered breathing. Ivan could see that Matthew wouldn't be getting up anytime soon, well not on his own at least. "I do believe you wanted a bath da?" he smiled as he stood up from the spent Canadian. The boy nodded slowly. "Then let us go take a bath." he smiled cheerfully as he picked up the smaller male bridal style and carried him to the washroom. The blond went wide eyed for a moment then settled seeing as there was nothing he could do about it. That's a good Matvey.

Russia set the blond on the toilet seat and turned on the lights. It wasn't a very large bathroom. You had a sink in the left corner, toilet next to it, and then the bathtub was lined up against the right wall, it wasn't a ginormous bath, but you could easily fit two maybe even three people in there. There was a door to the shower, but judging that Canada couldn't walk, Ivan wasn't going to take his chances.

The fair haired nation filled the tub with warm water and then picked up the blond once again. Placed him in the bathtub then hopped in himself. The blond that was curled up on one side of the pearly white tub gave him a suspicious glare. Well it's somewhat expected. Russia put his hands up. "I promise I wont pull anything, this bath shall be for cleaning purposes only. Da?" Russia sighed and rolled his eyes. Just this bath though. he smirked at his stupid mental comment.

Apparently with the Russian saying those few words, Matthew just instantly relaxed. He's so trusting, I just well... never mind, at least he's not so tense anymore. Russia shook off the earlier thoughts that plagued his mind. Then grabbed the shampoo.

To be honest he really wanted to pet the Canadian's hair, it was so soft when he first touched it. He wanted to feel it again. "Do you want to shampoo my hair?" Matthew asked pulling Ivan out of his thoughts of the blonds hair. how did he figure it out? Apparently the look on his face gave away everything. The blond giggled. "Don't worry, Al asks me that question all the time, he says it feels like a kitten." he smiled and turned around.

Ivan felt a moment of jealousy of America, well he already hated the guy, and now he gets to pet his brothers hair like it's nothing? Note to self attempts to murder America, must be improved.

The larger nation squirted a glop of the green hair cleaner into his hand, then began to rub it into Canada's hair. It was like kittens. So soft, and fluffy. The fair hair nation lost himself in the long waves of blond. He fell forwards to let his face feel this glorious sensation. That was when the blond realized something was up. He pulled his head back to look at the Russian.

"Ivan... is something the wrong?" he asked as the taller nation opened his violet eyes to stare into the boys indigo ones. A smile crept onto his face as he examined the boys confusion. He was oh so adorable.

"нет нет. Nothing is wrong." he shook his head and brought his face from the younger nations. In fact everything is right. Ivan soon finished getting every strand of hair shampooed then brought his hands reluctantly back from the soft hair. "Time for a rinse." he smiled mischievously.

"oh..." Apparently the Canadian was in a state of bliss as well. "should I turn on the wate-" before he could finish his question Russia dunked his head under the water. About a minute later, the larger nation let the other come up for air. "WHAT THE MAPLE WAS THAT FOR?" he practically screamed.

Russia smiled at his angered little Matvey. "A rinse cycle." he chuckled. Matthew simply glared at him which held very little threat in it.

The Canadian snatched the shampoo away from the larger male and squirted it into his hand. Unfortunately Russia was tall. Canada, not so much. He inched closer and eventually ended up straddling his taller companion in what little space the tub provided. A small blush graced the blonds face but he fought through it and propped himself up on his knees to reach his destination.

He began roughly scrubbing the cleaning substance into the fair hair then he ruffled it outwards. "You know you should get all the way down to the scalp, there is such a thing as being too gentle with hair." The blond let out a giggle as he finished his statement. He then turned his indigo eyes down at Ivan. Who had just sat there motionless and silent. He was staring at the others face.

Their eyes locked for a moment. And then the larger leaned up and pushed his lips onto the others. He didn't quiet mean it to happen, he just couldn't stop himself. And apparently neither could Matthew. If anything he kissed back, but it didn't feel out of fear. The elder male plunged his pink muscle into the others cavern. But that was exactly when the blond pulled back. Causing the larger to growl a bit in displeasure.

Canada shifted nervously. Then locked gazes with the Russian again. "Um... you should wash that out now." he mumbled as he crawled back to his side of the bathtub awkwardly. That's when the fair haired nation realized that there was shampoo dripping down his face. Damn. He quickly dove his head into the water and sat there for a while. Causing the blonde sharing his bath to become a little panicked.

Ivan finally came up for air and saw the hysterical look on his younger companions face. "Do not worry I can hold my breath for a long time." he chuckled and grabbed one of those scrunchie thingies, he didn't care enough to find out it's real name he just knew that it did its job.

He put some body soap on the whatever you call it and began washing himself. Canada reached for the conditioner and placed some in his hand, then began rubbing it throughout his hair in portions, is that why it's so soft?

Russia finished his cleaning and Canada came up for air from another rinse cycle. "Turn around." Russia demanded and did a spinning motion with his finger. The Canadian obeyed and did as was instructed. The larger began to scrub Matthews back with an unkindly force of roughness.

"Ivan that hurts..." Matthew groaned as the Russian scratched the washing tool back up his spine. He clasped onto the sides of the bathtub to keep from being plowed over. Just then a tickling came from the blonds lower back and it found its way to his entrance. "Ivan...?" he whimpered looking over his shoulder to see one of the larger nations arms were down where he suspected it might be.

But the fair haired nation simply smiled at the boy. "We have to make you all clean, da?" He began moving closer which caused his fingers to slip in more easily. The boy let out a gasp and shudder as he felt the two fingers inside him begin to move and claw at his insides.

The Russian leaned in on the younger males back and places a tender kiss on his neck. "I'm sure you don't want this inside you all day do you?" he smirked at the boy underneath him paled and shook his head vigerously. He then added his third finger to get as much as possible out.

The blond's breathing became staggered and he arms began to shake. "Please Ivan. N-No more.." he huffed. Actually right when the blond made that request was right when Ivan thought he got it all. He pulled his fingers out and kissed the boys cheek.

"все чисто мой дорогой." he whispered the sweet Russian in the blonds ear then proceeded to do the rest of his washing.

As soon as the bath was done Russia called up for two ginormous white fluffy towels. It wrapped itself snuggly around Canada's entire body and the other went around Russia's waist line. This made the blond feel small some how, though he was pretty sure that Russia had brought up two different sizes and he simply wasn't telling him that.

The two dried themselves off and went back into the still dark room, probably because that curtains were prohibiting any light. They soon found their way to a large closet where Russia pulled on a pair of grey boxers and black pants. Then began a rather long search for something that would fit his little Matvey. "None of the pants will fit." Ivan frowned as he pulled out two clean white button up shirts and another pair of boxers.

The Canadian glared at him like this was some kind of sick game. Well maybe from a certain angle... "You can check the closet yourself if you want to." The taller one shrugged. The boy merely huffed and pulled on the boxers stubbornly. Both the boxers and the shirt fit him loosely but they would hold better than any of Russia's pants even with a belt.

Russia smiled at how cute the little Canadian looked in his over-sized clothing. "Are you hungry моя маленькая принцесса?" he chuckled and held out his arm to escort him to the kitchen, but despite the trust he showed in the bath, he refused and walked on without the assistance. Stubborn one aren't you.

Once in the kitchen the two found pancakes waiting for them and a bottle of maple syrup waiting to be sucked dry by the Canadian captive. "Maple?" Matthew tried to cover his shock but this was unusual hospitality than he would expect from a guy like Ivan.

They sat and ate in silence, which began making the blond feel uncomfortable. He began fidgeting in uneasyness once his food was finished. Ivan looked up from his plate and stared questioningly at him. "Is there something wrong Matvey?" he raised an eyebrow

The Canadian dropped his indigo eyes "W-why did you do that?" he mumbled quietly, but just loud enough for the Russian to hear. Russia closed his violet eyes tightly, he knew this was eventually going to come up. "No one ever notices me and when they do they think I'm Al... so why..."The Canadians voice grew quiet once more.

Even though Ivan knew this was coming he still hadn't thought of a good enough come back yet. Going out and saying I love you! was out of the question after... that. And he couldn't very well say he raped Canada for the fun of it. Russia sighed and rested his forehead into the palm of his hand, frustrated that he didn't prepare more for the aftermath. "Let us just say, I have strong feelings for you Matvey." Russia pieced together. Not as impowering as those three little words but just as implying.

Canada glared at Russia who simply stared back waiting for him to say something. "That is not what you do when you have 'strong feelings'." Canada huffed causing the fair haired nation to pause for a bit and chuckle at his words. "Really you could have just said something." the blond sneered again.

This is where Russia seized his laughing and rose an eyebrow. "You really expect me to come up to you in the middle of the meeting and say. 'Hi Matvey, How's the economy? Good? Oh well by the way, I like you.' " Russia growled at the thought but his higher and more pleasantly sounding voice which contrasted greatly with his Russian accent made Matvey giggle. "Besides I believe your brother kept a protective barrier around you." Russia snidded, again America had traveled into his thoughts.

Canada stopped his giggles and nodded. "Okay Okay... I get your point... but was... that really necessary?" he mumbled the last part but Ivan could hear him loud and clear.

"Let us just say I am a direct person, Da?" and with that smile he leaned over the small kitchen table and planted a kiss on the maple covered mouth on the opposite side.

A/N::: Canada... was so... BIPOLAR! DX I'll try and avoid that in later chapters or if he's going to change moods he'll have more reason than that :P Sorry if the sex wasn't as good as the last chapter. This was more fluff if anything... and I can't believe I did that to this pairing...0,o Oh well I do not APH Reviews are my anti-drug so please give me feedback. America comes in next chapter. :D