The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [5/?]
anonymous
January 23 2009, 23:46:20 UTC
"He's coming for you," Ivan said to his prisoner, tapping a bottle of vodka on his knee, "I can smell it."
The prisoner in question didn't answer him, just continued looking straight forward, not concentrating on anything at all.
"Are you not happy? Your brother is coming to save you even though you thought that no one cared." Ivan said with his usual childish smile on his face, "It is worth a drink, I think."
Still no response came from the golden haired blond. This irked Ivan to no end so he walked over and forcibly made him drink. He grabbed the back of Matt's head and nearly rammed the bottle down his throat. The Canadian sputtered and coughed as the liquid tried to make its way into his lungs. Ivan laughed and waited till the golden blond was done hacking before putting the bottle up to his lips again. "This time try to swallow, yeah?"
Bright blue eyes glared at him with a deep rooted hate before he let the Russian force feed him the cheap vodka. He coughed after the first two mouth fulls his throat burning, his vision blurring and his mind fogging.
"That's more than most can take!" Ivan cheered, smiling happily as he took a giant swig of the alcohol himself. "More than your brother likely could take...but I don't have him to compare." the ashen blond thought about it for a moment then broke into a gleeful smirk, "I'll have to test to see which of you is better as soon as he comes!!"
"Go to hell Russia." Matt said with an unsteady voice, his hateful glare turned on Ivan.
"So you can speak!" Ivan said cheerfully, "Good, good! I wouldn't want a mute in the upcoming performance!!" He sat back down in the seat that was across from where Matthew was chained. "I've been waiting for this for a long time, a time where your brother and I could just chat together."
Deciding to remain quiet, Matt just glared at the Russian.
"He always has something else to do...so annoying. I just want to speak with him." Ivan continued no longer bothered by the Canadian's silence. "I bet you felt that way too, always ignored." he laughed at the other's glare, "Perhaps we can come to understand one another, yes?"
"I don't want to understand you." Matt growled. He was woozy and bit disorientated both of which were bad things to be in front of the homicidal Russian.
"Why not? I can be a good friend to Matthew." Ivan said with a wide smile.
"I don't want to be friends!" Matt shouted at his captor but instantly regretted it. Ivan was nearly on top of him by the time he realized he was there, holding him up by the throat. He immediately grabbed at the other's wrists; though it was a futile effort with his own writs bound he couldn't get much of a hold.
"All will be under Russia Canada; perhaps you should learn to understand that and try to gain my good graces." Ivan said with a calm voice and hard eyes.
"N-No!" Matt shouted in defiance but his voice was cut off as Ivan squeezed a bit tighter. His vision started to blacken when he was roughly brought back to reality as he was thrown to the ground. He coughed as he desperately pulled much needed air into his lungs.
Ivan took a giant swig of his vodka and clenched and unclenched his free hand. "If you do not watch your tongue you may not have one before your brother comes to save you."
Not daring to say anything the Canadian waited until Ivan was gone out of the room before he allowed himself one shaking sob of terror.
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [6/?]
anonymous
January 31 2009, 18:47:18 UTC
Having sent a letter to his allies informing them of his current location and also his forces which were waiting outside for his signal; Alfred snuck past the guards and security outside and into the main part of the building.
It took him several tries and 'silencing' many of Ivan's guards inside before he finally made it to a room that showed any promise. It was filled with computers and America quickly realized that this was the security room. Quickly going over to the televisions he started shutting them down and signaled his men waiting outside to start the invasion.
"Ah, you're early America." A voice said behind him, smug and slightly insane sounding.
Quick as lightning America turned around with his gun in hand pointed at the Russian who stood there. "Ivan, you've lost now bring me to my brother."
"Lost?" Ivan asked with a raised eyebrow. "What is lost?"
"Don't fuck with me Ivan!!" Alfred shouted already sick of talking to the taller man.
"Don't shout, I'll bring you to your brother, yes?" Ivan asked with his usual crazy smile. "It is what you want."
"Yes," Alfred answered not daring to trust the crazy man, "I want you to bring me to him and don't you dare try anything funny."
Laughing, that strange cold chuckle Ivan did when he saw people fighting, he began to walk into the room. "America thinks I am comedian!" he said still chuckling, "I will show you quite funny thing then." he pressed a button on the wall that Alfred hadn't seen till then, "You'll enjoy, I think." he laughed as a secret door opened and Ivan walked in.
Swallowing to settle his screaming nerves, Alfred followed never lowering his gun. "Where is Canada?" he asked.
"Your brother is deeper inside." the Russian answered calmly still walking forward. Back behind them the door closed.
Jolting in surprise America trained his gun on the back of Ivan's head. "I said nothing funny!!!" he shouted.
"There is nothing funny with closing doors." Ivan answered turning to look at the American, seemingly unafraid of the gun pointed at his head. "Doors close all times, why are they funny?"
"That's a secret door Ivan!" Alfred shouted.
"Then it should stay secret," Ivan said coldly, "come, you want to see your brother yes? Then you must keep walking."
"So then it's just me and him..." Alfred thought as he continued to walk after the deranged Russian.
"Just ahead." Ivan said going up to a highly secured door and slowly unlocking it. After about five minutes the thick metal door swung open into the hallway. "In, in!" Ivan said with a happy smile.
"You first." Alfred replied.
"America is a scared cat!" Ivan mocked with a sing-song voice before he walked in.
Alfred entered a second later, right behind the massive man. "Where is he?" he asked not seeing his brother, though he couldn't really see anything since it was so dark.
"Alfred it's a trap!!" Matthew screamed from somewhere in the room but it was too late. Pain, blinding and crippling shot through every nerve in the American's body and he quickly found himself laying on the floor.
"Foolish America." Ivan said walking up to the man a tazer in his left hand. He pulled the cord out of Alfred's leg then dragged him over to a chair which he strapped him in. "Now what to do?"
"Leave him alone!" Matt shouted and now Alfred could see him. His brother had his hands tied behind his back and a thick collar with a chain that was bolted to the ground. There seemed to be some kind of release mechanism for the chain but in his current state Alfred couldn't figure it out.
"Don't be foolish my beautiful Canada, he's the main act in the show!" Ivan said with another insane crackle.
"Don't touch him!!" Matt shouted again to no avail.
Ignoring him Ivan pulled out a knife and first removed Alfred's gun belt. He continued to remove all of the weapons decorating the American and once done piled them up neatly. "Now what shall we do...?" the Russian asked tapping his gun on his chin. "The performance should be good..." a glint came to Ivan's eyes and he began to cut off the rest of Alfred's clothes.
"STOP!" Matt shouted, trying to move to protect his brother but unable to do so.
Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [6/?]
anonymous
January 31 2009, 18:49:32 UTC
no more pics I'm afraid and expect an epilogue later
"What do you think we should do instead beautiful Canada?" the pale blond asked the upset Canadian, "Do you think that you can take the main role?"
"M-Main role...?" Alfred quietly said, his body finally coming back under his control, "Wh...at the hell...are you talking...about?"
"Performance!" the Russian said with a crackle, "I need one main actor and his support and then the bad guy!" He walked over to Matt, "he's volunteered for the main role!"
"What is the ...main role?!" Alfred shouted his voice returning to him.
"This." Ivan said licking the side of Matt's face, the other staying completely silent but giving one shudder.
"Don't you fucking touch him!!" Alfred screamed, completely regaining his senses. He tried desperately to get out of the binds and lung at the mad Russian.
To that Ivan just laughed, the sound echoing off the walls until it was nearly deafening. Once he finished he pulled Canada off his knees and held him up so he could smother the smaller blond's mouth with his own.
Matthew bit his lips in retaliation, reacting more than acting. He was thrown to the floor and unable to catch himself he smashed his head on the ground. Instantly Ivan was on top of him, turning him over and straddling his waist.
"That was not good my dear Matthew..." Ivan all but growled as he held the other's jaw in his iron grip. He leant down and forced his lips on the other's again but this time the smaller blond couldn't do anything. He forced his tongue into the others mouth.
"Stop!! Leave Matthew alone! This is between you and I you sick fuck!!" Alfred shouted from his chair, struggles renewed.
Looking at him from atop Matthew, Ivan smiled gleefully and proceeded to attack the Canadian's neck with licks and bites; the smaller man beneath gasped and hissed trying to get out of that iron grip.
"LET HIM GO!!!" Alfred screamed but it didn't do anything as Ivan continued his assault on the smaller man. Ivan lifted the golden blond's sweater up to his neck attacking his nipples with same vigor he did with the other's neck. "Stop! Ivan stop!!" Alfred shouted trying to keep his tears at bay. Matthew's own pleas rose with Alfred's begging the Russian to stop, his own attempts at holding back tears not as successful.
When Ivan's hands reached for Matt's pants the Canadian let out a sob, turning his head from both Ivan and Alfred to ashamed to look at either, especially his brother.
"You look beautiful like this Canada..." Ivan purred lazily stroking Matt's stomach and kissing his face.
"Let him go..." Alfred pleaded, his pride wasn't worth the pain Matt was going through.
"Hm..?" Ivan mumbled looking at his American captive. "What was that?"
"Please Ivan...please let him go," Alfred begged, ashamed but more concerned for his brother, "do whatever you want with me but please...let him go..."
"That is a good..." Ivan said with a wide and sick smile, "Your begging voice...it's lovely!" He looked at the smaller blond beneath him. "Does he beg you like this?" The Canadian only sobbed miserably in response. "No? It's such lovely sound..."
"Ivan..." Alfred pleaded.
Smiling as he always did Ivan leant down and licked Matt's tears. "I wonder how much you will beg...when I do more than this...?"
"Stop! Of for the love of Christ stop!!!" Alfred screamed struggling against the binds as hard as he could as the Russian continued to strip and molest Matthew. "STOP!! Stop, stop, stop, stop!!!!"
Letting out a scream of terror, Matt was suddenly stripped of his underwear and last bit of protection. He sobbed brokenly as he waited for what was to come next.
Ivan smirked and took in the sight beneath him. "Beautiful."
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [8/?]
anonymous
January 31 2009, 18:52:45 UTC
Moron Author Anon is a moron, the above comment is a part of the story, here's the eight part
"Not nearly as beautiful as your blood splattered across the floor." Another voice replied shortly.
"Arthur?!" Alfred shouted in surprise, he hadn't expected the others to get here, especially past the all the defenses and secret doors.
"H-How...?" Ivan asked completely bewildered, not at all expecting this twist.
"Zat is not what we'll talk about...get off my Mathieu!!" Francis shouted from beside Arthur.
Taking a second to gather himself, Ivan got off of the Canadian slowly guns pointed at his head. Several officers came in and pushed the tall Russian against the wall where they disarmed him and put him in handcuffs.
Francis immediately rushed over to his little brother and started untying him, helping the shaking younger man put on his coat since his own clothes were cut up. Arthur did the same for Alfred, handing him his over coat after helping him get off the seat he'd be strapped too.
"Now you are going to have a long and detailed explanation why you thought this was a good idea to the UN and I don't think they'll be particularly merciful with their punishment." Arthur growled. He nodded to the Police who dragged the swearing Russian away.
Alfred leant heavily on Arthur as he helped him out of this nightmare. Matthew had tried to walk but his nerves were too shocked so he ended up being carried by Francis instead.
Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [8/?]
anonymous
February 4 2009, 04:07:07 UTC
Are you kidding me??
Not the anon from above that you were responding to, but I absolutely ADORE this fill, it's one of my favourites in the whole meme!! This Canadanon has been super-eagerly awaiting the exciting conclusion...
P-please don't leave us without closure! What will it take to change your mind?? I'll give you every internet in my posession, and as many firstborns as you desire...
The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [epilog]
anonymous
February 11 2009, 05:32:53 UTC
Awaking to the afternoon sun in his eyes and the soft comfort of his bed had been so pleasant that Alfred thought that perhaps he had been killed by the Russian and not saved by his elder brother (or that perhaps the entire ordeal had been a dream.) Lazily he opened his eyes and looked about his eyes falling on his brother's sleeping face. "Matthew..." he mumbled, his voice rough from the screaming he'd done the previous day, his brother stirring despite that.
"Alfred?" Matthew asked his eyes opening slowly to him. He looked half-beaten with dark rings around his eyes.
"Matthew..." Alfred replied his own eyes filling with pain. He'd been the reason his brother suffered that horrible incident. He looked away from his brother in shame and self-loathing.
"Alfred...?" Matthew asked again, reaching out and grabbing his southern brother's wrist. "I...I'm sorry..." he whispered when the American did not answer.
"Sorry?!" Alfred shouted finally looking at his northern brother. "What in hell do you have to be sorry for!?! What Ivan did is not your fault!!"
Flinching at the tone Matthew let go of the arm and curled in on himself away from his brother's body.
Instantly regretting yelling Alfred covered Matt's body with his own, feeling the younger tremble from the moment he touched him. "Matthew...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you...I should have protected you..."
"I should have been stronger...had better defense...none of this would have happened if I wasn't such a fucking pacifist!" Matthew cut Alfred off with his own self-loathing. He trembled even harder, curling into himself and closing his eyes tightly. "I'm a weakness to you...people can use me against you...I'm just..."
"How can you even say that Matthew!" Alfred nearly shouted but managed to stop himself when he realized that he was only causing the other to flinch tighter. Instead he hugged his Canadian brother tighter, kissing his neck. "It's because you're here that I can find peace and...someone who protects me."
"How is getting my stupid ass kidnapped and then used as leverage against you 'protecting' you." Matthew asked with a shaking sob.
"You protect me from myself, when I'm in danger you're always there pulling me out of the mess I threw myself into." Alfred answered softly, "You've always been there...and I'm just so glad that bastard didn't get to...hurt you fully."
Slowly un-tensing Matthew looked back at his older brother. "But I..."
"No buts Canada...Matthew, just as much as you're there for me I'll be there for you too." Alfred said kissing the Canadian's cheek, "I love you and I'm sorry for letting that happen to you."
Looking back into eyes identical to his own Matthew slowly turned and embraced his brother. "I...I'm sorry too."
"Then let's both forgive one another and go kick the shit out of that Russian bastard." Alfred with a smirk.
"That would...be nice," Matthew said with a small smile, "but in a while...right now I just want to lay here."
"Then lay as long as you want." Alfred said and though he knew what happened would not be dealt with so easily at least they had each other's comfort.
Outside the room Francis and England stood with the North American brother's breakfast on trays. "And here I thought that we should be worried...what with them both waking up and screaming all night long." Arthur sighed with a tired smile.
"Let's leave zem pour un moment longer, zey need zeir rest." Francis said with his own smile.
Re: The one without sin is the bearer of the cross [epilog]
anonymous
February 11 2009, 06:59:11 UTC
OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD
Such a sweet ending! My heart melted at the relaxing cuteness. Personally, I don't even enjoy Alfred/Matthew interactions that much (I think partly because I find them stressful) but dear god I loved this scene!
This entire story was epic! Thank you so much for finishing this! It's really good, and if I get any friends into liking Hetalia, I'll recommend this fanfic to them!
The prisoner in question didn't answer him, just continued looking straight forward, not concentrating on anything at all.
"Are you not happy? Your brother is coming to save you even though you thought that no one cared." Ivan said with his usual childish smile on his face, "It is worth a drink, I think."
Still no response came from the golden haired blond. This irked Ivan to no end so he walked over and forcibly made him drink. He grabbed the back of Matt's head and nearly rammed the bottle down his throat. The Canadian sputtered and coughed as the liquid tried to make its way into his lungs. Ivan laughed and waited till the golden blond was done hacking before putting the bottle up to his lips again. "This time try to swallow, yeah?"
Bright blue eyes glared at him with a deep rooted hate before he let the Russian force feed him the cheap vodka. He coughed after the first two mouth fulls his throat burning, his vision blurring and his mind fogging.
"That's more than most can take!" Ivan cheered, smiling happily as he took a giant swig of the alcohol himself. "More than your brother likely could take...but I don't have him to compare." the ashen blond thought about it for a moment then broke into a gleeful smirk, "I'll have to test to see which of you is better as soon as he comes!!"
"Go to hell Russia." Matt said with an unsteady voice, his hateful glare turned on Ivan.
"So you can speak!" Ivan said cheerfully, "Good, good! I wouldn't want a mute in the upcoming performance!!" He sat back down in the seat that was across from where Matthew was chained. "I've been waiting for this for a long time, a time where your brother and I could just chat together."
Deciding to remain quiet, Matt just glared at the Russian.
"He always has something else to do...so annoying. I just want to speak with him." Ivan continued no longer bothered by the Canadian's silence. "I bet you felt that way too, always ignored." he laughed at the other's glare, "Perhaps we can come to understand one another, yes?"
"I don't want to understand you." Matt growled. He was woozy and bit disorientated both of which were bad things to be in front of the homicidal Russian.
"Why not? I can be a good friend to Matthew." Ivan said with a wide smile.
"I don't want to be friends!" Matt shouted at his captor but instantly regretted it. Ivan was nearly on top of him by the time he realized he was there, holding him up by the throat. He immediately grabbed at the other's wrists; though it was a futile effort with his own writs bound he couldn't get much of a hold.
"All will be under Russia Canada; perhaps you should learn to understand that and try to gain my good graces." Ivan said with a calm voice and hard eyes.
"N-No!" Matt shouted in defiance but his voice was cut off as Ivan squeezed a bit tighter. His vision started to blacken when he was roughly brought back to reality as he was thrown to the ground. He coughed as he desperately pulled much needed air into his lungs.
Ivan took a giant swig of his vodka and clenched and unclenched his free hand. "If you do not watch your tongue you may not have one before your brother comes to save you."
Not daring to say anything the Canadian waited until Ivan was gone out of the room before he allowed himself one shaking sob of terror.
K so no pics this time, maybe next chapter.
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+_______+ I AM WAITING INTENTLY FOR THE NEXT UPDATE, JUST SO YOU KNOW. TRULY EPIC MATERIAL HERE.
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It took him several tries and 'silencing' many of Ivan's guards inside before he finally made it to a room that showed any promise. It was filled with computers and America quickly realized that this was the security room. Quickly going over to the televisions he started shutting them down and signaled his men waiting outside to start the invasion.
"Ah, you're early America." A voice said behind him, smug and slightly insane sounding.
Quick as lightning America turned around with his gun in hand pointed at the Russian who stood there. "Ivan, you've lost now bring me to my brother."
"Lost?" Ivan asked with a raised eyebrow. "What is lost?"
"Don't fuck with me Ivan!!" Alfred shouted already sick of talking to the taller man.
"Don't shout, I'll bring you to your brother, yes?" Ivan asked with his usual crazy smile. "It is what you want."
"Yes," Alfred answered not daring to trust the crazy man, "I want you to bring me to him and don't you dare try anything funny."
Laughing, that strange cold chuckle Ivan did when he saw people fighting, he began to walk into the room. "America thinks I am comedian!" he said still chuckling, "I will show you quite funny thing then." he pressed a button on the wall that Alfred hadn't seen till then, "You'll enjoy, I think." he laughed as a secret door opened and Ivan walked in.
Swallowing to settle his screaming nerves, Alfred followed never lowering his gun. "Where is Canada?" he asked.
"Your brother is deeper inside." the Russian answered calmly still walking forward. Back behind them the door closed.
Jolting in surprise America trained his gun on the back of Ivan's head. "I said nothing funny!!!" he shouted.
"There is nothing funny with closing doors." Ivan answered turning to look at the American, seemingly unafraid of the gun pointed at his head. "Doors close all times, why are they funny?"
"That's a secret door Ivan!" Alfred shouted.
"Then it should stay secret," Ivan said coldly, "come, you want to see your brother yes? Then you must keep walking."
"So then it's just me and him..." Alfred thought as he continued to walk after the deranged Russian.
"Just ahead." Ivan said going up to a highly secured door and slowly unlocking it. After about five minutes the thick metal door swung open into the hallway. "In, in!" Ivan said with a happy smile.
"You first." Alfred replied.
"America is a scared cat!" Ivan mocked with a sing-song voice before he walked in.
Alfred entered a second later, right behind the massive man. "Where is he?" he asked not seeing his brother, though he couldn't really see anything since it was so dark.
"Alfred it's a trap!!" Matthew screamed from somewhere in the room but it was too late. Pain, blinding and crippling shot through every nerve in the American's body and he quickly found himself laying on the floor.
"Foolish America." Ivan said walking up to the man a tazer in his left hand. He pulled the cord out of Alfred's leg then dragged him over to a chair which he strapped him in. "Now what to do?"
"Leave him alone!" Matt shouted and now Alfred could see him. His brother had his hands tied behind his back and a thick collar with a chain that was bolted to the ground. There seemed to be some kind of release mechanism for the chain but in his current state Alfred couldn't figure it out.
"Don't be foolish my beautiful Canada, he's the main act in the show!" Ivan said with another insane crackle.
"Don't touch him!!" Matt shouted again to no avail.
Ignoring him Ivan pulled out a knife and first removed Alfred's gun belt. He continued to remove all of the weapons decorating the American and once done piled them up neatly. "Now what shall we do...?" the Russian asked tapping his gun on his chin. "The performance should be good..." a glint came to Ivan's eyes and he began to cut off the rest of Alfred's clothes.
"STOP!" Matt shouted, trying to move to protect his brother but unable to do so.
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"What do you think we should do instead beautiful Canada?" the pale blond asked the upset Canadian, "Do you think that you can take the main role?"
"M-Main role...?" Alfred quietly said, his body finally coming back under his control, "Wh...at the hell...are you talking...about?"
"Performance!" the Russian said with a crackle, "I need one main actor and his support and then the bad guy!" He walked over to Matt, "he's volunteered for the main role!"
"What is the ...main role?!" Alfred shouted his voice returning to him.
"This." Ivan said licking the side of Matt's face, the other staying completely silent but giving one shudder.
"Don't you fucking touch him!!" Alfred screamed, completely regaining his senses. He tried desperately to get out of the binds and lung at the mad Russian.
To that Ivan just laughed, the sound echoing off the walls until it was nearly deafening. Once he finished he pulled Canada off his knees and held him up so he could smother the smaller blond's mouth with his own.
Matthew bit his lips in retaliation, reacting more than acting. He was thrown to the floor and unable to catch himself he smashed his head on the ground. Instantly Ivan was on top of him, turning him over and straddling his waist.
"That was not good my dear Matthew..." Ivan all but growled as he held the other's jaw in his iron grip. He leant down and forced his lips on the other's again but this time the smaller blond couldn't do anything. He forced his tongue into the others mouth.
"Stop!! Leave Matthew alone! This is between you and I you sick fuck!!" Alfred shouted from his chair, struggles renewed.
Looking at him from atop Matthew, Ivan smiled gleefully and proceeded to attack the Canadian's neck with licks and bites; the smaller man beneath gasped and hissed trying to get out of that iron grip.
"LET HIM GO!!!" Alfred screamed but it didn't do anything as Ivan continued his assault on the smaller man. Ivan lifted the golden blond's sweater up to his neck attacking his nipples with same vigor he did with the other's neck. "Stop! Ivan stop!!" Alfred shouted trying to keep his tears at bay. Matthew's own pleas rose with Alfred's begging the Russian to stop, his own attempts at holding back tears not as successful.
When Ivan's hands reached for Matt's pants the Canadian let out a sob, turning his head from both Ivan and Alfred to ashamed to look at either, especially his brother.
"You look beautiful like this Canada..." Ivan purred lazily stroking Matt's stomach and kissing his face.
"Let him go..." Alfred pleaded, his pride wasn't worth the pain Matt was going through.
"Hm..?" Ivan mumbled looking at his American captive. "What was that?"
"Please Ivan...please let him go," Alfred begged, ashamed but more concerned for his brother, "do whatever you want with me but please...let him go..."
"That is a good..." Ivan said with a wide and sick smile, "Your begging voice...it's lovely!" He looked at the smaller blond beneath him. "Does he beg you like this?" The Canadian only sobbed miserably in response. "No? It's such lovely sound..."
"Ivan..." Alfred pleaded.
Smiling as he always did Ivan leant down and licked Matt's tears. "I wonder how much you will beg...when I do more than this...?"
"Stop! Of for the love of Christ stop!!!" Alfred screamed struggling against the binds as hard as he could as the Russian continued to strip and molest Matthew. "STOP!! Stop, stop, stop, stop!!!!"
Letting out a scream of terror, Matt was suddenly stripped of his underwear and last bit of protection. He sobbed brokenly as he waited for what was to come next.
Ivan smirked and took in the sight beneath him. "Beautiful."
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"Not nearly as beautiful as your blood splattered across the floor." Another voice replied shortly.
"Arthur?!" Alfred shouted in surprise, he hadn't expected the others to get here, especially past the all the defenses and secret doors.
"H-How...?" Ivan asked completely bewildered, not at all expecting this twist.
"Zat is not what we'll talk about...get off my Mathieu!!" Francis shouted from beside Arthur.
Taking a second to gather himself, Ivan got off of the Canadian slowly guns pointed at his head. Several officers came in and pushed the tall Russian against the wall where they disarmed him and put him in handcuffs.
Francis immediately rushed over to his little brother and started untying him, helping the shaking younger man put on his coat since his own clothes were cut up. Arthur did the same for Alfred, handing him his over coat after helping him get off the seat he'd be strapped too.
"Now you are going to have a long and detailed explanation why you thought this was a good idea to the UN and I don't think they'll be particularly merciful with their punishment." Arthur growled. He nodded to the Police who dragged the swearing Russian away.
Alfred leant heavily on Arthur as he helped him out of this nightmare. Matthew had tried to walk but his nerves were too shocked so he ended up being carried by Francis instead.
Epilogue will be later <3
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Good job! I can't wait for the epilogue!
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Not the anon from above that you were responding to, but I absolutely ADORE this fill, it's one of my favourites in the whole meme!!
This Canadanon has been super-eagerly awaiting the exciting conclusion...
P-please don't leave us without closure! What will it take to change your mind?? I'll give you every internet in my posession, and as many firstborns as you desire...
Just, please reconsider? *puppy dog eyes*
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Like the person above I've been eagerly awaiting each part <3
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Don't quit DDD: We need more awesome writers!!
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"Alfred?" Matthew asked his eyes opening slowly to him. He looked half-beaten with dark rings around his eyes.
"Matthew..." Alfred replied his own eyes filling with pain. He'd been the reason his brother suffered that horrible incident. He looked away from his brother in shame and self-loathing.
"Alfred...?" Matthew asked again, reaching out and grabbing his southern brother's wrist. "I...I'm sorry..." he whispered when the American did not answer.
"Sorry?!" Alfred shouted finally looking at his northern brother. "What in hell do you have to be sorry for!?! What Ivan did is not your fault!!"
Flinching at the tone Matthew let go of the arm and curled in on himself away from his brother's body.
Instantly regretting yelling Alfred covered Matt's body with his own, feeling the younger tremble from the moment he touched him. "Matthew...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you...I should have protected you..."
"I should have been stronger...had better defense...none of this would have happened if I wasn't such a fucking pacifist!" Matthew cut Alfred off with his own self-loathing. He trembled even harder, curling into himself and closing his eyes tightly. "I'm a weakness to you...people can use me against you...I'm just..."
"How can you even say that Matthew!" Alfred nearly shouted but managed to stop himself when he realized that he was only causing the other to flinch tighter. Instead he hugged his Canadian brother tighter, kissing his neck. "It's because you're here that I can find peace and...someone who protects me."
"How is getting my stupid ass kidnapped and then used as leverage against you 'protecting' you." Matthew asked with a shaking sob.
"You protect me from myself, when I'm in danger you're always there pulling me out of the mess I threw myself into." Alfred answered softly, "You've always been there...and I'm just so glad that bastard didn't get to...hurt you fully."
Slowly un-tensing Matthew looked back at his older brother. "But I..."
"No buts Canada...Matthew, just as much as you're there for me I'll be there for you too." Alfred said kissing the Canadian's cheek, "I love you and I'm sorry for letting that happen to you."
Looking back into eyes identical to his own Matthew slowly turned and embraced his brother. "I...I'm sorry too."
"Then let's both forgive one another and go kick the shit out of that Russian bastard." Alfred with a smirk.
"That would...be nice," Matthew said with a small smile, "but in a while...right now I just want to lay here."
"Then lay as long as you want." Alfred said and though he knew what happened would not be dealt with so easily at least they had each other's comfort.
Outside the room Francis and England stood with the North American brother's breakfast on trays. "And here I thought that we should be worried...what with them both waking up and screaming all night long." Arthur sighed with a tired smile.
"Let's leave zem pour un moment longer, zey need zeir rest." Francis said with his own smile.
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Such a sweet ending! My heart melted at the relaxing cuteness. Personally, I don't even enjoy Alfred/Matthew interactions that much (I think partly because I find them stressful) but dear god I loved this scene!
This entire story was epic! Thank you so much for finishing this! It's really good, and if I get any friends into liking Hetalia, I'll recommend this fanfic to them!
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