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The Twelve Days of Christmas	By : ArcadiaEclipse Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE FOURTH DAY

Requested by: xBitterSweetxCupcake

Prompt: Alfred pisses Ivan off like.... MAJOR.... And in an effort to hide from him he makes Canadadress as him and then Russiamistakes (poor) Canadafor Alfred and kidnaps him.

Matthew knew there was a reason that he felt uneasy whenever Alfred sidled up to him with a grin. The American must think he was stupid. There was no other reasonable explanation for why Alfred smiled and complemented Matthew on their nearly identical clothing today.

“It’s too warm for such a heavy coat, Mattie. Here! Try on mine!”

The soft-spoken Canadian tried to protest but Alfred all but yanked his winter jacket off and threw the American’s own over his twin’s shoulders.

“It… B-But why?”

“Hey, we’re buddies, right?” Alfred beamed. “Just promise me you’ll take good care of it and I’m happy to lend it to my best friend.”

“Your…?” Matthew trailed off, his eyes wavering from withheld tears but he smiled softly and slipped the coat on. Maybe he had the wrong idea about the American all along thinking Alfred must be wanting something from him. Alfred had asked for nothing in return for letting Matthew borrow his coat after all. “T-Thank you, Alfred. I will take good care of it.”

His twin might act idiotic at times but Alfred had his occasionally sweet (albeit confusing) moments. Matthew smiled and even chuckled a little upon realizing that even Alfred’s coat smelled strongly of hamburgers. It must be a scent that stubbornly clung to every inch of him, flesh and clothes alike. Somehow it didn’t surprise the Canadian in the least as he wandered down the long hallways of the conference center idly wondering whether he could muster the nerve to speak during the afternoon discussion over nuclear arms.

He was pitifully unprepared for the sudden hand that shot out and grabbed him by the throat, dragging the protesting blonde into one of the unused conference chambers before throwing Matthew unceremoniously upon the wooden table with ease. Trembling and quite confused, the young man straightened his glasses and looked up wide-eyed to regard his Russian ally with an expression full of both confusion and fear.

“I…Ivan…”

“You do not go through my belongings looking for nuclear secrets, American. I should kill you where you lay for such an indiscretion.”

Matthew’s eyes widened. Suddenly it became very clear why his twin was so buddy-buddy with him moments ago. Damn Alfred for putting him in such a ridiculous predicament!

“N-No, you don’t understand. I’m not-“

“-You ARE planning to use my own nuclear plans against me or you would have simply ASKED to see my blueprints like a normal human being!”

It was unusual to see Ivan literally shaking in anger but Matthew would have traded this rare glimpse of the Russian’s darker side in a heartbeat if given the chance. Perhaps this angry, hovering beast was Ivan’s true nature kept carefully locked away from the rest of the world.

He was terrifying.

“B-B-But I’m n-not…”

Matthew’s protest was cut short by a large hand clamping over his mouth while the other closed determinedly upon his throat, crushing his windpipe and leaving the Canadian unable to breathe or scream for much-needed help. Even in the wake of certain death, Matthew remained much too weak for his own good, clawing and grappling at Ivan’s hand on his mouth and throat in a futile effort to remove the Soviet from him and restore much-needed air to his aching chest.

Ivan smiled even as the large Russian’s hands squeezed harder upon the smaller blonde’s neck in a cocktail of pure hatred and glee. He could see the brightness of life in his rival’s eyes slowly dulling as the frantic grip on his wrists weakened then finally stilled altogether. He was warm. Even in death the Canadian remained warm and soft to the touch.

Once Ivan was certain that his rival was dead, the Soviet set about yanking off Matthew’s pants and tossing them carelessly away, kicking the blonde’s unresisting legs apart and moving between them for the ultimate proclamation of dominance over the fallen nation. Alfred was weaker right up until the end and now Ivan was free to spread Communism throughout the world without the American idiot protesting his policies.

His first thrust into the smaller man’s body had Ivan shuddering in pleasure. The second and third were simply necessary motions to desecrate the body of his enemy and leave Alfred not only dead but also thoroughly fucked. There was little pleasure to be had in laying claim to an unfeeling body, and Ivan grit his teeth, jerking his hips forward and allowing his orgasm to spill over deep inside of Matthew’s corpse much quicker than he usually came.

Afterwards, the Soviet slowly withdrew from the cooling flesh and wiped his cock on the back of Matthew’s thigh, leaving the younger man’s body raped and in the nude as he departed the conference room in triumphant silence.
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