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Snitch	By : Sadistic-uke Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2916 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter is just Ivan getting home, his reaction to Matthew and a little bit on his and Toris's relationship. It's very innocent, smut starts next chapter!!

Matthew shook with blind terror as he heard steps approaching the door. Toris was holding his hand gently, trying to comfort him. It was a lost cause. There was no calming Matthew, not without removing the chains and letting him cover-up, but Toris couldn’t do that, he had no key.

Matthew closed his eyes and fought not to cry. So far he was holding the tears back, but he was certain that as soon as the door opened he would break down.

Surely it was bad enough to have been taken from his home, or to be forced to be naked while waiting for whoever it was that was coming, but to be forced to lay on his back with his legs spread open and bent over, giving a full view of his gentiles was far too awful a situation for Matthew. It made it far too clear what was going to be happening, and it made him want to get back home all the more desperately.

In order to stop his insistent begging the gangster had shoved a rubber ball-gag into his mouth and clasped it around his head before leaving, so now all Matthew could really move freely were his eyes.

The door opened and Ivan stepped through, pausing in the doorway as his eyes caught sight of the gift that had been left for him. If he were carrying bags he would have dropped them.

He stepped forward almost hesitantly and froze when Matthew opened his eyes.

Matthew’s eyes widened in shock. Ivan. His memory of the court had been hazy, he was too little to remember the confusing names, but he remembered that face. He remembered the scene that had got him into the courtroom, and he remembered that man.

“Matvey.” Ivan said, his feelings toward seeing the boy hidden behind shock.

Matthew felt a cold terror different to the fear he’d been feeling before eat at him and make his limbs feel numb. Pins and needles stabbed at his lower back as his eyes stayed focused on Ivan, unable to do anything else. Even if he weren’t chained down he’d be frozen on the spot, unable to do anything but feel this cold fear until his legs gave way under him.

Suddenly Ivan smiled and rushed over to him, drawing out a muffled whimper of terror.

Oh God. I’m going to die. Matthew was so focused on that thought he didn’t feel Ivan wrap his arms around Matthew, or nuzzle happily into his neck. He didn’t hear the Russian words that he wouldn’t have understood anyway being spoken into his neck.

Ivan frowned softly and pulled away, seeing Matthew was still staring at where he’d seen Ivan. “Matvey.” He tapped the boy’s cheek, not quite slapping it. “Matvey, look at me.”

Matthew obeyed, although he couldn’t see much as he shook and cried, the terror finally turning from shock to panic. He would be begging if it weren’t for he gag.

Ivan traced his finger over Matthew’s stretched out lips, letting out a tiny shudder at the thought of the lips being stretched over him rather than a rubber ball. He shook the thought, realising that Matthew was far too scared to be pushed into such things for now. He needed to calm down before Ivan could do anything if he wanted to keep the boy.

“Silly men, I wish they hadn’t tied you like this.”

Matthew barely noticed the man was speaking in English, he couldn’t understand him anyway. He did feel as the ball-gag was removed and he watched as Ivan tossed it to the floor and stroked Matthew’s saw lips gently before pulling his fingers away and fishing out a key from his coat pocket. “I wondered what they gave me key for.” He said almost wistfully, smiling as he began removing Matthew’s binds, fingers lingering just a little bit on the boys soft skin. It was clear that Matthew looked after himself well and didn’t live a hard life, or at least not a physically hard life.

Finally all but one chain was removed and Ivan helped Matthew turn over to be more comfortable. Matthew curled up instantly, one leg staying out as the chain still around his ankle wouldn’t let it curl over.

Ivan stood and walked away, returning a moment later with a thick blanket. “It is too cold to wear nothing, da?” He smiled and handed a shocked Matthew a blanket. Matthew wrapped himself in it quickly, eagerly covering up.

Ivan smiled and picked Matthew up, a little annoyed at how much he tensed and shook as Ivan touched him. He didn’t let it show however. He sat down on the couch, resting Matthew against him. He really wanted to get under the blanket too, to cuddle up with Matthew, but he figured that would freak him out too much.

He frowned softly as he remembered what seeing Matthew had made him forget. He’d just gotten home from ten years in jail; he wanted to change his clothes, to lie in his bed and cuddle Toris for a while and nap. He did want to sit here too, but...He pouted, unable to quite decide. He really did want to sit here, but cuddling his Toris sounded good too.

He sighed softly and stood up, lowering Matthew back so he was laying on the couch. “I will get changed.” He said walking off and motioning for Toris to follow.

Toris gave a soft reassuring smile to a very shocked Matthew before following after Ivan. He was a little surprised to be so eager to see the man, and a little annoyed at himself for actually feeling jealous when Ivan had given all his attention to Matthew when he hadn’t been home for ten years.

Ivan turned and hugged Toris suddenly, causing the smaller male to jump slightly in surprise before returning the hug a little tentatively.

“I missed Toris.”

Toris smiled softly at Ivan’s words, hugging the man a little more confidently. “I-I missed you too...” He said quietly.

Ivan smiled and pulled away from the hug, grabbing himself some clothes and stripping off unabashedly. Toris frowned as he looked over the large man’s body, seeing a few new injuries. He knew Ivan could hold his own easily, and that whoever had caused these injuries had gotten them back tenfold, but he still reached out a hand and brushed it over a small scar, unable to stop himself wanting to take it away from Ivan. When he’d first gotten used to being here Ivan had allowed him to scar his back as a promise that it was not just Toris who belonged to the other. That was after he’d been broken and built back up by Ivan of course.

Iva looked at him curiously, fingers brushing over the scar Toris had just touched. “Do not worry so. I am fine.” He smiled and kissed Toris on the head before ruffling the man’s hair and getting dressed in more comfortable clothing. “Do you think Matvey will stress too much if I try hug him on our bed?”

Toris nodded without needing to think much about it.

“We do not all fit on couch.”

Toris bit his lip and looked at the ground. “I-I don’t mind if you want to spend today with him.”

“Nonsense Toris. I missed you, I want to hold you today.”

Toris felt his mood brighten at Ivan’s words. He looked over at the bed, trying to think of something to help Matthew not stress too much. “M-maybe if you gave him some clothes?”

“Da! That is good plan Toris.” Ivan smiled happily and looked over at his clothing. “I do not think mine will fit.”

“M-maybe he’ll fit mine?”

Ivan looked over Toris before shrugging. “Will not hurt to try.”

Toris nodded and left to get his clothes. He had his own room nearby, and he kept his clothes in that. He was too neat to keep them in Ivan’s clothing pile; Ivan did not believe in wasting space with drawers, so he just had a trunk like clothes storage space and a rack to hang things up with. Anything that did not need to be hung up was tossed in with the rest of the clothing.

Toris returned with a pair of winter pyjamas and walked over to Matthew. “H-here, try these on.” He held them out with a smile.

Matthew’s hand snuck out from under the thick blanket to take the clothing. He frowned softly, tugging the chain around his ankle pointedly. Toris noted the lack of words and frowned softly, worry etched into his features. “M-Mathew...Are you ok?”

Matthew looked at him for a moment, looking like he very much wanted to say ‘no’. He nodded softly however. Considering his circumstances he was fine. He began tugging the top on under the blankets, finding it too long and too tight. It fit however, so he didn’t complain. He shoved the leg he could get into the pants in and waited for the other leg to be freed.

Ivan came over after Toris told him what was happening and unlocked the chain, allowing Matthew to put the pants on properly before pulling the blanket away.

Matthew tensed, shivering slightly as Ivan held out a hand to him.

Ivan grew tired of waiting for Matthew to take his hand and just picked the boy up, ignoring the small sound of fear and shock that Matthew couldn’t hold back.

Ivan carried Matthew bridal style over to the bed and Toris tried to calm the boy down as he noticed him staring at the bed and shaking, crying again

“Shh, it’s ok Matthew. I-I promise it’s not what it looks like. I-it’s ok.”

Matthew nodded softly but clearly didn’t believe Toris as Ivan laid him gently on the bed.

“We just cuddle da.” He said, wrapping an arm around Matthew and waiting for Toris to lie on the other side of him. He smiled as the ever-worried Toris pulled the fluffy and soft blanket over them before curling up next to Ivan.

Ivan held Matthew a little tighter as the boy made a subtle move to try to distance himself slightly. “Stay still Matvey or I will tie you down, da?”

Matthew whimpered quietly and stayed still, not relaxing as Ivan just held him.

Slowly Ivan felt the boy letting go as he drifted to sleep. The bed was too comfortable not to, the blanket too warm and Ivan’s even breathing too relaxing to resit. Matthew’s mind wandered as he slept and he was no longer in a strangers bed being held against his will; his Papa was cuddling him after a nightmare, it was Francis’s breathing, his heart beat and warmth, it was not a Russian mobsters arm over him. With this he was able to sleep well, a soft smile on his face as he remembered being younger with Francis.
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