To Go Hand-In-Hand Part 4 C
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August 14 2010, 08:32:37 UTC
“Because you’re important to me, eh,” Canada tells Russia, “Because we’re friends and you need me.” Russia lets out a heavy sigh, and Canada wonders if he’s been waiting to hear that for decades, if no one has ever said anything of the sort to him before. He wonders why Canada-the-Invisible has to be the one to say it.
“Canada…” Russia hums pleasantly. He sounds like he’s half-asleep. Perhaps he thinks that this is a dream.
“Matthew,” corrects Canada, “Matthew Williams.”
It weasels a smile out of Russia. “Matvey,” the larger nations says, and it sounds like some kind of prayer, coming out of Russia’s mouth. “I think I’m dreaming, Matvey. It’s too bad you won’t be there when I wake up, da?”
“I’ll be here,” Canada promises; there isn’t any other answer to such a sad smile. He pulls Russia to the bed, unsure if Russia is following the hand on his cheek, or being pulled along by the hand clasped in his. It doesn’t matter either way. “Get under the covers,” he tells Russia, and when he lets Russia’s hand go he takes Russia’s glove off. Russia seems to get the point and takes off the other one, too. He’s not even wearing his coat.
Under the covers, he seems smaller and he stares at Canada with huge eyes as Canada turns up the temperature and strips until he is just in his pants.
Under the covers, Russia is afraid to touch him again, but Canada scoots toward Russia until Russia gets the idea, wraps his arms around Canada, and pulls them close together.
Under the covers, Canada sleeps half on Russia, and even though he shivers when Russia pressing ice cold rough hands to the small of his back Canada doesn’t accept the apology because he knows, mostly, what he’s getting into.
Maple syrup works on everything, Canada thinks. In the morning he will think the feather-light kiss Russia presses to his brow was a dream.
Sorry about the wait, folks. you comments were very, very appreciated. This isn't the end, but we're close.
“Canada…” Russia hums pleasantly. He sounds like he’s half-asleep. Perhaps he thinks that this is a dream.
“Matthew,” corrects Canada, “Matthew Williams.”
It weasels a smile out of Russia. “Matvey,” the larger nations says, and it sounds like some kind of prayer, coming out of Russia’s mouth. “I think I’m dreaming, Matvey. It’s too bad you won’t be there when I wake up, da?”
“I’ll be here,” Canada promises; there isn’t any other answer to such a sad smile. He pulls Russia to the bed, unsure if Russia is following the hand on his cheek, or being pulled along by the hand clasped in his. It doesn’t matter either way. “Get under the covers,” he tells Russia, and when he lets Russia’s hand go he takes Russia’s glove off. Russia seems to get the point and takes off the other one, too. He’s not even wearing his coat.
Under the covers, he seems smaller and he stares at Canada with huge eyes as Canada turns up the temperature and strips until he is just in his pants.
Under the covers, Russia is afraid to touch him again, but Canada scoots toward Russia until Russia gets the idea, wraps his arms around Canada, and pulls them close together.
Under the covers, Canada sleeps half on Russia, and even though he shivers when Russia pressing ice cold rough hands to the small of his back Canada doesn’t accept the apology because he knows, mostly, what he’s getting into.
Maple syrup works on everything, Canada thinks. In the morning he will think the feather-light kiss Russia presses to his brow was a dream.
Sorry about the wait, folks. you comments were very, very appreciated. This isn't the end, but we're close.
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Seriously, Mattie getting annoyed at America is awesome. So is him and Russia, just generally. Complete awesome.
Update soon, please!
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