The blond young man opened his eyes as a drop of water fell on his face. He had been lying in an open spot in the forest. The trees were standing in some sort of circle. It had an almost magical feeling to it. Like the secret place he always wanted as a child. He sighed as he stared at the cloudy air. It was going to rain soon. But he didn't want to leave, it was so nice here. He wished he could stay there forever. He closed his eyes again. Lying here in the rain was an option. It wasn't like there was anyone waiting at home for him after all. Well, that wasn't exactly true, there was Kumajiro, his pet bear. But the white bear wouldn't mind it if he would stay away a little longer. As long as Matthew would come home before dinnertime everything would be fine. Matthew Williams, that was his name. He had the family name from his mother. Since his father left them right after he was born. Matthew knew that he had an older brother. He had never really seen him, he didn't even know his name. His father had taken his brother with him and left Matthew and his mother alone. If he would accidently meet them on the street he wouldn't recognise them. It sounded so horrible. He folded his hands on his stomach. A tear rolled down from the corner of his eye. Sometimes he wished that his mother was still with him. If he would have thoughts like this, then she would hug him. Telling him stories about his grandparents, about all the other family members he had. Until he wouldn't feel alone anymore. He sighed, the rain was pouring over his face now. Or were that tears? It didn't matter anyway. He would stay in the open spot, lying on the grass as the rain soaked through his clothes. He laid there for a while until it stopped raining right above his face. The rest of his body was still lying in the rain, while his face wasn't… that's not normal. He opened one eye and saw another blond man. The face of the stranger was hanging right above his and had an expression that he didn't really get. A bit curious, but also… flirty? Provocative?

"Bonjour, mon beau petit étranger, why is such a beautiful young man like you lying alone in the rain?"

A Frenchman? Matthew blinked a few times before his body finally decided to move and he jumped up, accidently giving the stranger a headbutt. His eyes widened as the man fell down on the grass.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't want to… I-I…" He offered his hand so that he could help the Frenchman stand up. The man was wearing a blue jacket with a white blouse and black jeans. He had a huge umbrella with him but it was lying a few meters away now. His eyes were blue and he had long blond hair, which was bounded back with a red ribbon. So beautiful… Matthew couldn't help but stare at the other.

"It's okay." The man accepted his hand and stood up. "What's your name, mon chéri?"

"Matthew Williams." He mumbled as he picked up the others umbrella and handed it to him.

"Ah, well, bonjour Matthieu. I'm Francis Bonnefoy. Nice to meet you" Francis took Matthew's hand and placed a kiss on it. Matthew blushed a bit, was this the normal way of saying hello for Frenchmen? "If I may ask again, Matthieu, why were you lying alone in the rain?"

Matthew bit on his lip. "I don't know… there isn't really a reason. I was lying there before it started raining, and I just stayed there…" He stared at the ground.

"C'est un peu étrange, non?"

Matthew didn't say anything. He could almost feel the other observing him. He could feel how Francis looked from his hair to his face to his… everything. He was standing a bit uncomfortably close for his liking too. That was because the Frenchman apparently decided to share the umbrella, which was pretty useless since they both were soaked by now. Matthew more than Francis though, but still, soaked.

"You're also alone here… in the rain."

Francis chuckled a bit. "Oui, but I wasn't lying on the ground, enjoying getting soaked."

Matthew tried to smile but it didn't really make himself feel better. "I have to go now, ehm, I'm sorry for wasting your time. It was nice to meet you." He quickly turned around and walked away. This was so awkward… Francis had been really nice and he just turned around and walked away. The Frenchman was actually the first person that had 'started' a conversation with him. He usually was kind of ignored. Though he doubted anyone wouldn't have talked to a person lying completely alone in the rain on the ground. He stopped walking as he felt a hand grabbing his wrist, making him stand still. He heard that the Frenchman let a deep sigh and he felt the umbrella being pushed into his hand. He turned around and looked at Francis a bit confused.

"Take the umbrella, you've been in the rain for long enough mon chéri."

The Canadian stared at the umbrella in his hand. "But it's yours…" He wanted to give it back. Tell Francis that he didn't need an umbrella. But something in the other's eyes told him that he should keep it. He nodded and smiled at him. "Thank you very much, Francis."

"No problem, mon petit lapin." He blew him a hand kiss, turned around and walked away. "Au revoir, it was a pleasure to meet you, Matthieu."

Matthew just stood there for a while. There was something so intriguing about the Frenchman. He shook his head and looked at the sky. It had just stopped raining… the umbrella was even more useless now. He sighed and walked away, dragging the umbrella with him.

When he came home he placed the umbrella against the wall. He took of his shoes and jacket. Then he walked to his living room. Matthew lived in a small apartment. There was a bathroom, a kitchen and the living room. He slept in the living room on the couch. It was one of those sleep couches. This morning he hadn't folded the bed in the couch, so it was pretty messy now. He looked around and saw that Kumajiro was sleeping on the bed. The Canadian sat down and petted the bear for a few seconds. Then he closed his eyes. He was tired. The dark fog of the unconscious floated through his head, and before he knew it he had fallen in a deep sleep.

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A middle aged blond man was sitting in a white hospital room. He stared at the person in the hospital bed with a sad smile. His boyfriend was in coma. The only boyfriend that stayed with him for more than a month. The one that he had been with for more than ten years now. The only one that he really loved. That cute shy Canadian that somehow seemed to be ignored by everyone. Today was the anniversary of the time that they met each other. He lightly squeezed the others hand.

"Please wake up, mon petit lapin…"

A/N: Yeah, ehm, if you find grammar fails or other things like that then don't be afraid to point them out to me. English isn't my first language and I'm not sure if my program picked out all the faults. Critics and such is welcome, but this is my first fanfiction, so please be gentle 3

Translations (Though I think you could guess them anyway… ) :

Mon beau petit étranger = my beautiful little stranger

C'est un peu étrange, non ? = that's a bit strange, right?

Mon petit lapin = my little rabbit.

This will be a multi-chaptered story, if I ever get my lazy ass so far to write the next chapter…