Hello! We are Cat and Bee from RusCanWonderland on Tumblr.

Disclaimers, Notes & Warnings:

We do not own Hetalia or any characters within.

Warnings: Cannibalism, murder, rape, hannibal references

Notes: THIS IS NOT A TAME AU. It is heavily based off of the three Anthony Hopkins Hannibal movies. It does not have that many references to the newer Hannibal TV series, as Matthew claims more of a Clarice Starling role with a few Will Graham traits.

When Ivan heard the report on the news station that his television was turned on he tilted his head away from the book he was reading, staring at the screen and the picture of Matthew that was superimposed beside the news anchor.

"Barney? Barney, I need to call my lawyer again…"

He remembered Matthew's number well enough, he had repeated it over and over in his head until he had it memorized. But this time when Francis answered he knew he wouldn't get to speak with Matthew.

"Francis? This is Ivan."

"Ivan." The man sounded oddly relieved. "The man in the asylum?"

"Yes. Your son is missing?"

"He said that he'd call every day. He hasn't called and I don't know where to start looking."

"I need you to do something for me… I'm going to find him, we only have at the most two more days."

"Oh god…"

"Calm down, Francis, we'll find him."

It was a couple of more hours before Ivan claimed chest pains, crumbling down on the floor of his cell as Barney and two other orderlies came rushing down to find him. He was handcuffed to a gurney and led down the hallway. While in the elevator, Barney by his side, Ivan's free hand clenched around the taller male's and twisted viciously until there was a snapping noise.

"I'm sorry about this Barney, but Matthew needs me."

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Alonzo narrowed his eyes at Matthew as he watched the blonde cooking in the kitchen, his fingers tapping out a rhythm on the kitchen table as he watched the smaller male. He had given the boy one of Alice's old dresses, this one stained with blood from a previous girl, but still usable, still Alice's dress.

His hair was too curly, though. Alice's had been straight.

"Come here." Alonzo stated with a low growl, his fingers clenched upon the wood. He hadn't damaged the blonde's face but there were bruises and cuts in other places, along wrists and arms, over the slender column of throat and wrapped around the soft flesh of thighs. It had been three days since he had brought Matthew into the house… He didn't plan to keep him much longer now… He'd get rid of the blonde and then move to a new house.

Matthew slowly released the hold he had on the spatula, the blonde swallowing harshly before he shifted to move closer to the man, his head tilted in a well placed, frightened and submissive posture. It had been three days….three…no one made it passed three.

And Ivan hadn't come; no one had.

"Come here." Alonzo snarled, grasping hold of the blonde's chin and staring at the blonde's soft blue eyes. "Look at me." The man ordered, waiting until Matthew was looking at him before he spoke up again as he observed the blonde's face closely. "Who else knows you're here?" He asked with an arched eyebrow. "Don't lie to me."

"I don't have anyone else…," Matthew murmured his little faked southern drawl still twisting his words despite the fear that had started to grip him. "…I left because I buried my mother…"

"You're ly-y-y-ing~" Alonzo sing-songed as he gently shook the blonde's face. His hand released Matthew, resting beside a knife at the table setting before his hand raised to backhand the blonde, sending the smaller male spiralling into the floor. "I know that you have someone. Family? Friend? Do you have a lover?" The man grasped Matthew's hair and dragged him back up to peer down at him. "What would they think if they saw you like this? If they knew that you were just fucking damaged goods now?"

"…jail," Matthew managed, his face aching and his back stiffening as he attempted to remain still. There was no use fussing; it would only serve to ebb him on faster. "….my lover…he's in jail," the blonde murmured, his eyes tilting up to the man's face as he glared at him harshly. "I've always been damaged goods, cher, you've just now made it easier to see."

Alonzo's eyes narrowed and he grasped Matthew by the collar, slamming him down onto the table, cracking a plate and sending silverware and glasses scattering onto the floor. The plate was grabbed and broken upon the edge of the table before being held up over the blonde's stomach. "Well now your lover will be left to wonder who you ran off with while you're rotting in the garden."

The piece of ceramic was raised, prepared to plunge into the blonde's stomach to start the slow, painful process of his death, when there was a knock on the door, Alonzo freezing in his motions and staring down at Matthew. His eyes narrowed before he released Matthew.

"Clean this up." He ordered with a snarl, stepping back and moving to the door, running a hand through his hair to slick it back before he smiled and answered the door.

"Oh, hello, My name is Ivan Maxim, I just moved in next door."

Kneeling on the floor to gather scraps of glass and fallen glasses and utensils, Matthew stiffened at the voice; and if he hadn't been so focussed on keeping his calm he would've teared up. He was saved. Ivan was here…

Ivan had come to save him….and oh god…if that wasn't the most fulfilling feeling ever; to be safe.

Alonzo blinked slowly, peering down at the house next to his. He hadn't noticed a moving van… But the sign was gone and there was a car parked in the driveway. "I've been a bit busy… Or else I would have gone to greet you."

Ivan laughed and nodded, holding out a bottle of wine. "I'm new to the block and I just wanted to come over and say hello, I brought some wine for you and your wife." There was a sharpness in the man's eyes and Alonzo felt uneasy. His fingers twitched and Ivan could tell that Alonzo was the sort of man that wouldn't go down easily if he was expecting it… He'd have to take the man by surprise.

"Why don't you come in for dinner?" Alonzo asked with a smile and the two spoke for a bit more before moving back to the kitchen. "Ivan, this is my wife, Alice." The man stated simply, gesturing to Matthew.

"A pleasure." Ivan smiled, taking Matthew's hand in his own and kissing the skin gently. "Quite a lovely woman you have here." The older male released Matthew's hand, taking in the bruises and cuts but pretending that he didn't see them. There was anger in his face, hidden behind the genial smile, burning in his eyes as he looked over at Alonzo. "What's for dinner?"

"Chicken." Alonzo stated simply as he gathered up three wine glasses, narrowing his eyes at the way Ivan watched Matthew. Jealousy riled up in his chest at the expression and the man clenched his jaw as he gave a toothy grin to Ivan.

"So what made you move here?"

"I was a doctor, I've moved to Chicago to get away from the usual things and to work on some research." Ivan watched the man silently, carefully, his fingers uncorking the wine bottle and pouring three glasses while he listened to Matthew go continue to prepare dinner.

"Interesting, what field?"

"The medical field, dear. Isn't that what all doctors fall under?" Matthew asked softly, his face twisting into a pleasant smile despite the growing bruise on his cheek.

Alonzo's jaw clenched tighter and his teeth ground together but he resisted the urge to snap at the blonde and slap him again to get him to shut up. "You're supposed to be seen, not heard, sweetheart." Alonzo managed, his fingers tapping out a rhythm on the table as he watched Matthew.

"I agree." Ivan stated simply, casually, even as his grip on the delicate stem of the wine glass tightened marginally.

Dinner passed tensely, with conversation and small talk. Alonzo slowly relaxed through the evening as Ivan fed his ego, agreed with him on nearly everything and carefully confirmed that the man's silent fantasy was coming true.

Matthew silently swiped the last dish with the soapy sponge, his one eye struggling to stay open as he paused, his head tilting down. He just wanted to sleep, to curl up in Ivan's arms…but they were almost there. This was the home stretch…

Tilting his head, Matthew rose his damp hand and brushed his fingers where Ivan had kissed him. It was the very first time he had felt Ivan truly touch him. He would've smiled, but he knew Alonzo was always watching and all he had to do was follow Ivan's lead. Just a little bit longer….

"It's getting late." Alonzo smiled at Ivan. "Why don't you come by later in the week again?"

"Of course." Ivan stood, carefully casting a glance back towards Matthew. "Nice meeting you."

"You too."

The second the door was bolted shut Alonzo was storming into the kitchen, grabbing Matthew by the hair to slam his face into the cabinet. "You're just a little whore, aren't you? You left that lover to rot in jail, you spread your legs for me and now you're flirting with him, aren't you?" Alonzo pressed Matthew's bruised face into the cabinet with a growl.

"Of…of course not, darling," Matthew managed, though all he wanted to do was cry out, to wring himself free and use everything he could find to smash the man's face to nothing. But Matthew wouldn't give him that satisfaction, not this easily.

"Of course not, lying little whore." The older male grabbed Matthew by his waist and all but carried the smaller male to the bedroom, shoving him into the mess of sheets and blankets before his hand came down onto the smaller male's throat, squeezing until he could feel every flutter of pulse and long drag of breath. He glanced around and grabbed hold of a small mirror resting on the bedside table, shattering the glass against the corner of the nightstand before grabbing a small piece, shoving it against the arch of brow and the curve of cheek to cover one blue eye. "You're mine." There was the jingle of the man's belt buckle being undone as he fumbled with his pants but soon he had Matthew's legs spread by his own waist and the blonde's head forced against the pillows. "No one else is allowed to have you."

The man was so wrapped up in his own anger that he didn't hear the click of the back door, didn't hear careful footsteps inching down the hall at an agonizingly slow pace.

"No," Matthew whimpered, voice muffled against the thick pillow as he struggled to shift away, real fear and panic bubbling in his chest as he attempted to struggle. He could see spots from the lack of air from the hand at his neck and all he could think about was making this as difficult as a promise as possible. He shifted his legs, his feet kicking at the man's ribs and hips, desperate to prolong his actions as long as possible.

As the sounds of struggling increased the sounds of footsteps did as well until there was a hand in Alonzo's hair and the man's mouth fell open in shock as his head was propelled forward into the wall, going through the plaster into the sheetrock beneath. A smear of blood was left in the wall as the man's body convulsed over Matthew's.

Ivan's hand pulled Alonzo's head back before slamming it in again. And again, a fourth time following for good measure until the body was limp and twitching.

Ivan's breathing was heavy before he pulled back, gathering Matthew into his arms and carrying the smaller male into the living room, he pulled out the piece of mirror, cupping soft cheeks as he did so before casting aside the bloodied glass. "Look at me, look at me, I need to make sure you're alright." Ivan whispered as he stroked his hands over Matthew's face and neck, over every little injury he had before the man was certain that Matthew was alright save a few bruises and shallow cuts. "Come here." The older male ordered gently, gathering Matthew into his arms and tucking his face against the blonde's gently. "I'm here… You're safe."

It took a few moment of breathing, of letting the adrenaline from the rush of fear and panic to slowly seep from his body before Matthew's eyes were swimming with tears, his head tilting to peer at Ivan's. "….this…that was…the sweetest act of fondess I've ever seen," he murmured, relief and exhaustion seeping into every muscle as he lifted a hand to brush along Ivan's cheek. "Thank you…"

Ivan wrapped his arms around Matthew gently, cradling the blonde close and rocking back and forth. "I was so damn scared I was too late." He murmured as he pressed a kiss to Matthew's forehead. "I have to go." He murmured. "Call nine-one-one once I'm gone." Ivan didn't want to leave, not now, not when Matthew was like this, but he couldn't call the authorities and he couldn't be there when they arrived.

"No..Ivan..," Matthew shook his head, his fingers curling tight in the man's shirt as he felt his throat clench. "No, please…please don't leave…oh god," the blonde whimpered, his face tilting to press against the man's neck. "I can't….I can't lose you Ivan please don't leave me here," the blonde murmured softly, shoulders trembling as he clung to Ivan as tightly as he could manage. "Please…please don't leave me, Ivan…"

"And if I move you? I can't be involved beyond this. They'll send me back to the Asylum, or worse, I'll go to prison on death row." Ivan grasped Matthew's hands, pressing kisses to the knuckles and gently cradling soft fingers. "I'm so sorry, Matthew, I'm sorry, but I have to go." The man cupped Matthew's cheek and leaned forward to give him a soft kiss on his forehead. "Call nine-one-one once I'm gone."

Tilting his head up slowly, Matthew peered at Ivan's face, his own falling and clenching with tears before he shoved a hand against the older male's chest. He stood on shaking legs and covered his face, the blonde's head shaking slowly. "Go…go god damnit…," Matthew breathed, voice wet and harsh as he swayed as carefully as he could towards the kitchen and the phone on the wall.

Ivan resisted the urge to grasp Matthew and kiss the blonde, relief that the police would arrive any minute making him push aside the thought that he might never see Matthew again face to face. When he heard Matthew speaking shakily on the phone he left, closing the front door behind himself and not bothering with fingerprints as he moved to the car he had stolen that was parked in the driveway.

He'd be gone within the hour. Away from the entire country.

Maybe he'd go to Europe. He hadn't spoken with Feli and Ludwig for several years… If they were still living in Italy he could go visit.

Matthew was slumped against the wall, staring at the half empty wine bottle Ivan had brought only a few hours ago when the police arrived. He insisted he was fine, completely fine even as the police insisted he let the paramedics make sure his injuries were as shallow and treatable as Matthew claimed them to be.

Alonzo's trail of murders was over, and that, Matthew had to remind himself, was the reason he had done this in the first place. He should've been happy..proud of himself, something. But all Matthew could do was hurt….he wanted Ivan…and he had only had him to touch and hold and be close to for fleeting seconds.

It was better this way, Matthew knew. Ivan was free now, and he'd never have to deal with the police again so long as he kept under the radar. Matthew should've been happy for him…

A few weeks later a package arrived in the mail, no return address and double postage with a letter tucked into the top of the box. Inside the box was a small, nondescript bottle with not even a maker's mark on it, the only thing that was engraved on the surface was Matvey with the letters filled with black ink to make it stand out more. Inside was the sweet, gentle scent of strawberries, sweet peas, fleece and cream, barely there but tangible enough that it lasted for hours on end.

Dear Matthew,

I'm sorry that I had to leave you in such a hurry. I hope you can forgive me. If you ever wish to find me, I'll be in Europe. Having dinner with some old friends. Be sure to keep an eye out for me. I certainly will be doing the same for you.

Love,

Ivan Braginski M.D.

P.S. Accept this gift as a token of my "fondness"… And expect more in the future as the beginning of my apologies.

Francis had given Matthew a close mouthed smile as he watched his son from his bedroom door, the man turning with a soft "I'll make some tea" before shuffling silently down the hallway.

Matthew didn't know what to think or say…he knew the feeling in his chest, in his soul was something he had no right to feel…but the blonde had clearly pushed that aside as he stood and proceeded to spray that perfume on everything; every piece of clothing, in every drawer, on every pillow and blanket.

He'd never make it to Europe…he'd never see Ivan again; Matthew had the good common sense to accept it before it hurt him too much.

One would argue it already had.