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Matthew was strolling down the street, humming to himself. He had known Arthur for quite some time (Ever since he was a young child, actually), and they had grown quite fond of each other, to the point where they had a very close relationship.
Suddenly, Matthew stopped, holding his breath: not far ahead was Ivan, his back turned to the Canadian. He then flinched as the Russian turned around a greeted him with a rather cold grin. Ivan waved and said, “Hello friend, it’s been a while Matthew.”
The Canadian took a small step back, smiling nervously at the Russian. He muttered, “Yeah, too long… ‘n’ you?”
“You’re shaking, boy: say, are you cold?” Asked the Russian in a fake show of kindness. “That’s rather strange since you are from Canada-” He takes a step forward. “And on such a day like this-”
“I’m not cold!” blurted out Matthew, before he could even think.
He clasped his hands over his mouth as Ivan took yet another step forward, now only a couple of yards away. He stretched out his hands and said, “Oh, but I miss you, little maple. Why must that mean, old, British man get between us… again.”
He grabbed the Canadian’s arms and locked him in place, which wasn’t very hard with a man that size. Ivan, moving in close, said coldly, “I thought you were happy-”
A soft bang was heard as Ivan’s head was forced to the side by something large and fast. He staggered to the side, letting go of Matthew. There was a man behind the Russian, a rather handsome, familiar, looking man. The man looked exactly like Matthew, except for the eyes, which were a lighter blue, and the hair, cut shorter with a cow-lick at the front.
He was hovering over the Russian, glaring daggers at him. He growled, “Ivan, what have I told you about scaring people?”
Ivan looked behind him and smirked, “I am not scarring him; I was merely saying hello to an old acquaintance, comrade Alfred.”
The man grabbed Ivan by the collar and started pulling him away from Matthew, shoving him down the street. He then kicked the Russian up the arse and shouted, “If I ever see you near this fine young man again, Ivan, I’ll make sure my foot goes RIGHT UP! Understood!”
Ivan just glared back before stumbling away. The man named Alfred placed an arm around Matthew’s waist and asked, “Aren’t you cute, no wonder he went after you. Are you okay now? What’s your name?”
Matthew blushed, looking away, only to have a strong hand gently jerk his head back to face Alfred. He moved his lips to the Canadian’s ear and licked the lobe. “I didn’t embarrass you, did I…? Matthew.”
The Canadian gasped and asked, “How- how did you know my name?”
Alfred chuckled and moved the Canadian in closer. “I heard Ivan say it, of cause. I was behind him the whole time. I do apologise: I was the one who saw you freeze before, and I brought his attention to you. Sorry, I was hoping to hit on you first, but…”
Matthew sighed, trying to stutter something out, but only squeaked when Alfred moved his lips over Matthew’s. He circled his arms around the Canadian’s waist as he kneaded their lips together. Matthew was still too shocked to respond, so he opted to grab the man’s collar, moving in a little further. Alfred moved his tongue across Matthew’s lips, making the poor man shutter, still trying to remain still. When Alfred gave up the ghost, he moved their lips a part and smiled, looking into Matthew’s eyes. “Sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away there.”
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