A/N: Ello, my loves~! Hehe, this plot has probably been done before, but I'll try my best to make it different! Well, I hope you like this, but I understand if you do not. It is the first fanfiction I have ever published, though I have written a couple without actually publishing them. Sorry if the first chapter seems to focus a bit too much on Canada and France's relationship, it's just to get the story started off. If you notice the italicized words, those are words that either have a translation at the end of the chapter, are Canada's thoughts, or a brand. Also, those that favourite/review/follow will not be scorned for life, but instead loved greatly. Hetalia and its characters belongs to Hidekaz-Kun~! Well, on to the story then!

Matthew, the personification of the nation Canada, awoke to the annoying sound of a loudly beeping alarm clock that read 6:30. Sighing, he gently pushed the off button, and remembered it was the morning of the monthly world meeting. This month's location had been set for Paris, France, the city of l'amour. It was a beautiful spring day; the sun was out, no clouds in sight, and so there was no signs of any precipitation in the near future. The alarm clock had woken him up from a wonderful nights sleep alongside his lover, France. Though his backside did hurt a bit from the night before's physical activities, he felt more refreshed and rejuvenated than he had felt in weeks. It had been quite a while since he had slept with France, and so he was fully satisfied and happy.

Two years had passed since Matthew conjured up the courage to confess to France, and two years since they had started becoming lovers. Matthew began realizing his feelings for the frenchman during WWII, when French troops surrendered to German forces in the early years of the war. France had surrendered to Germany and Italy, which made Canada feel that he had lost the one person that had ever loved him. It scared him to think he had lost France. He could not sleep, he could not think about anything without his stomach hurting because it all somehow reminded him of the Frenchman. He want to see him, to make sure he was the cheerful country he so fondly remembered. Matthew could not wait for the war to end. He wanted so badly to forget about his nation, forget about his people, and rush into France to free it from the Germans. But if he were to do that, it would put his country in danger, and that is the exact opposite a nation was suppose to do. No matter how badly he wanted to be France's hero, he could not.

After the war, Canada sat down to take a breather from his work, and logically thought about all of the feelings he had been having during and even after the war. The most logical conclusion he could think of was that he had more feelings for the frenchman than just that of family. Canada had merely just sat on his feelings for France, saying nothing to the nation about having such feelings for him. France had no idea what emotions he was causing the canadian to feel when he made flirtatious passes at him. He saw the radiating blush that appeared on the pale but healthy skin of Matthew, but thought it was because Canada was not used to attention of the kind.

~FLASHBACK~

After an unsuccessful meeting in London, France was walking out of the meeting room and saw the canadian out of the corner of his eye. Wanting nothing more than to tease his former colony, he walked up to him, and slithered his arm around Matthew's slim waist. Matthew, not expecting the physical contacted, squeaked, and quickly looked to his right to see who the mysterious person was that had touched him in such a manner. Seeing that the culprit was none other than his crush, Matthew let out a sigh to try and calm down his racing heart. France, wanting to tease the smaller nation more, started whispering in Canada's ears about how much he missed him, and how they should catch up. With a beautiful blush on his face, Canada stared at the frenchman, contemplating on what to say back to him. "I-I miss you, too," Canada said, mentally cursing himself for stuttering. Looking towards the ground, something within Matthew sparked. Canada wanted nothing more than France to keep on touching him. It made him feel wanted; made him feel like he was not invisible. He looked up towards France with a newly found determination glinting in his violet eyes. After taking a deep breath, Canada confessed. He told France his feelings in one quick breath, blushing like one of Spain's tomatoes while doing so.

Taken aback by the words that had just left his former colony's pink lips, France felt surprised that the young nation had the confidence to confess. France had never really been confessed to, he was normally the one to confront the person he want to have a relationship with. France did not really feel much for the younger nation, but just wanted to allow the canadian some happiness. With a bright smile, the frenchman accepted Canada's proposal to have more than a family relationship. He didn't realize it, but the smile on the canadians face showed as to how happy he was. France did not believe the relationship would last long. He'd allow Canada to have his fun and become bored of the frenchman, and then they'd break it off with no regrets. Little did he know that the little fling he thought it was going to be was the exact opposite of what Canada wanted it to be.

~FLASHBACK END~

Looking out the window of the hotel, Matthew heard the songs the birds were sings and smiled. It was going to be a great day. Though he might not be able to have any say within the meeting, he was not going to let that get his spirit down.

Moving from his spot near the window, he moved swiftly next to the bed and took in the sight of Francis' naked form half covered by the hotel's comforter. He was sure that France was still asleep, and so, as not to wake his lover, Canada tiptoed silently around the bed towards his luggage to retrieve his formal attire for the day's meeting. He never really liked the idea of having to dress in his suit and tie, he'd much rather be in his red hoodie and jeans. He knew if he would have not worn formal attire no one would have noticed, but he was not one to break rules even if others would not notice they had been broken.

Inwardly sighing, Matthew went into the bathroom and placed his clothes on the sink that was placed in the far corner of the rather large bathroom. Taking off his bed clothes, he could automatically feel the cool air on his newly exposed skin; it sent a chill over the his body. Canada quickly rushed to turn on the warm water, closing the shower's door immediately as to not allow the steam and warm water to leave the enclosed space. Feeling the warm water hit his skin relieved Canada not even two seconds of being under the shower head. Taking a firm hold of the body wash bottle, Matthew placed a generous amount of the gel like substance on the little hand towel provided by the hotel. He proceeded to completely cleansing his body of all dirt and grime that had mixed with the sweat of the night before.

The water that hit relaxingly down on his petite form washed the foamy soap from his body. A small layer of the soap forming on top of the water at the Canadian's feet. Canada laid the cloth on the railing of the shower, expecting that, by the time the day's meeting was over, one of the hotel's maid would have already replaced it with a clean one. He quickly lathered and rinsed off the shampoo he had put in his hair. Canada wanted to get out of the shower before France woke up so that he could make his favourite breakfast, pancakes with maple syrup.

Once he turned off the water, Matthew opened the door to a gust of cold air. He stepped out, grabbed a fresh towel, and wrapped it loosely around his waist while he used one of the smaller ones to dry his hair. He faced towards the mirror and saw two bright, violet eyes staring back. His looked over the rest of his body and could see kiss marks littering his neck, collarbone, and torso. He wasn't too surprised; though Francis loved the main action of sex, he liked the foreplay that lead up to it as well.

Canada opened the door slightly to see the still form of France under the wrinkled covers. He closed the door, making sure to be as silent as a mouse, being aware that some hotel doors like to squeak. Once he was back inside, Matthew proceeded to putting on the uncomfortable clothing, making a promise to himself that he would speak up even if just a little bit during the day's meeting. He began to brushed his hair; knowing his slightly long, blonde locks would be hell if they dried in their knotted state. Canada laid down his brush and twisted the sink's cold water knob, the liquid rushing out of the faucet to hit the porcelain sink. He grabbed his toothbrush and held it under the water for a moment while he unscrewed the top of the toothpaste tube. Turning off the water, Canada put a pea sized dot of toothpaste onto his brush and proceeded to brushing his teeth.

Matthew walked quietly from the bedroom portion of the hotel room and into the den/kitchen area, over to the stove, and took out all the ingredients that would be need to make his beloved pancakes. It was surprising that the hotel provided fresh purchased ingredients for cooking, but Canada just guessed that's what they got for staying at such an extravagant hotel. Matthew began to mixed the different products together and made the batter for the pancakes, putting in his secret ingredient that made them the best pancakes known to the world. After waiting a couple minutes for the pan to heat up, he was finally able to pour the batter onto the pan. Canada saw the sides of the forming pancake start to turn a golden brown and was able to skillfully flip the pancake so the other side would become that same golden brown and fluffy as well. Canada repeated this process until there was a towering stack of pancakes on one of the hotel's plates.

When he was flipping the last pancake he felt a pull on his pants leg that startled him and made him accidently throw the pancake into the wall in front of him. Canada looked down with a heated glare to see two black, beady eyes staring back at him. Kumajirou was a small polar bear cub that always would always forget Canada's name, though they had been together even before France had found him. The polar bear stared up at the canadian with pleading eye, basically begging for a fluffy pancake. He tugged once more on Matthew's pants leg, making a small comment of, "I'm hungry." Matthew just stared at the polar bear, still kind of angry that he had been frightened enough to ruin a perfectly good pancake. "Oh, come on, Kumakijiki! Why did you have to scare me like that? At least make your presence known for once, please?" Canada said in a hushed tone, sighing slightly when he grabbed a towel to clean up the mess Kuma had caused.

A few minutes after Matthew feed the hungry polar bear, he put a pair of plates and glasses on the table, along with the pancakes and maple syrup. He began to wait patiently for France to wake up. It wasn't long after that, that a groggy Francis walked into the den area of the hotelroom. He gave a long yawn and rubbed his eyes to get rid of the sleep that had formed in the sides of them. Canada gave a cheery good morning to his lover, happy they were able to have breakfast after weeks of being apart. France walked over to the table and sat down across from Matthew, greeting him with a dull, "matinée."

Biting into one of the maple syrup covered pancakes that Canada had placed on his plate, Francis smiled and started to converse with a light tone in voice. "Mon Matthieu, what are you planning on doing before the meeting today? I have to leave after I take a shower so that I can prepare for the meeting. I really don't like hosting these things, though I do love going to them so I can see le countries." France said with a flirtatious wink. Canada blushed a bright red at his statement, taking the hint that he meant their rendezvouses that could only take place during the monthly meetings.

France laughed slightly at Canada's embarrassment, he could be so innocent sometimes. Canada's face formed a small pout, "You're so mean! Anyways, I was invited by Alfred to play some new scary video game that Japan gave him. He still hasn't gotten over his fear of those 'scary' games. He says he can't play them by himself because he thinks the monster or whatever will come out and attack him. How silly is that? They're just video games! Well, it's either that or stay here and be bored with Kumayo bothering me for more food. They're both bad choices, though I'll probably be more entertained with Alfred screaming about a scary attic lady trying to take his soul." Canada had gone through this many times before, though most of the time it was not during the world meetings. Alfred was normally with Britain when the world meeting happened, doing things only the two of them knew of. Canada thought they might have gotten in a fight, but he was not going to stick his nose into someone else's business, that was his brother's job.

Understanding where Canada was coming from, Francis simply nodded. Biting into another delicious pancake, France smiled at Matthew. He could tell the Canadian loved his brother, even if he did get annoyed at times. France glanced at the clock and almost choked when he saw how late it had gotten. Taking large gulps of the orange juice that Canada had so kindly provided, France eventually calmed himself down enough to reveal why he had reacted the way he did. "I'm sorry, mon cheri. It seems I must now get ready for the meeting. If I don't take a quick shower and catch a taxi soon, I'll be later than I already am." France said, coughing a bit while he ran towards the bedroom section of their hotel room.

Understanding full well the trouble hosting a world meeting was, Canada just nodded and picked up their dirty dishes, placing them neatly in the kitchen's sink. He walked over into the bedroom section, only to giggle silently at the view France was giving him. The frenchmen was tugging off his pajama pants while seemingly having some trouble with one of the pants legs. Out of the corner of Matthew's eye, he could see Kumatachi rummaging through the refrigerator full of expensive alcoholic drinks and other specialties. Canada knew if he left the bear on his own, he'd have to pay for the extra charges, being as their nation's government only paid for the hotel room. Picking up the ninety something pound polar bear, Canada walked back near his luggage. Setting the bear cub on the bed, Matthew could hear the sound of the showing being turned on. Canada walked around the bed, picking up the clothing he had been wearing the night before, and folded them neatly before placing them into his suitcase.

After what seemed to be ten minutes of the continuous sound of water running, Canada heard the shower abruptly stop and the shower door quickly open and close. He could only guess whatever France needed to do was really important, for it was rare to see the frenchmen in such a rush. Canada had decided to occupy his time patiently sitting on the bed, waiting for his brother's call and for France to get out of the bathroom. It was the anticipation to see which would occur first that made it a little more bearable. It was about 8AM, the time Alfred had told him he would call and remind him of their video game plans. When Canada had started to think France would win his little time game, the annoying sound of Alfred's ringtone began. Canada had accidently left his phone unoccupied one day and Alfred was able to change his contact ringtone, the rest had been the canadian's own laziness that stopped him from changing it. Walking into the den area, Canada reached for his phone that he had set on the coffee table, swiping the answer option on the android's touchscreen. Hey, just because he is Canada doesn't mean he does not have a current cell phone. He likes to be updated with the technology that comes up.

Canada slowly began to put the phone up to his ear, giving him at least a little time to prepare for- "HEY, BRO!" America screamed into Canada's ear through the phone. Yeah, he was trying to prepare for that. Jerking the phone away from his ear, Canada winced and rubbed his ringing ear. He constantly wondered where his brother got his energy in the morning. Coffee, thought the slightly pained canadian, his brother did love his coffee. "Hey, you there?! Bro! Brooo!" as it would seem, the american had a bit too much of it this morning.

Sighing, Canada put the phone back up to his ear, "Yes, I'm here. You know you don't have to scream into your cell like that, I can hear you perfectly with your inside voice, which is still quite loud if you ask me. Anyway, you wanted me to come over to your hotel room and play a videogame with you, right? I'm glad you are on the same floor as me, it'd be troublesome if you weren't. What was your room number again? I remember we were both on the seventh floor, but what was the other two numbers of the room?" Canada quietly said, his voice barely reaching over a whisper.

"Aww, but dude! It's so much fun to talk loud in the morning! It wakes people up, and people who are awake are more fun than if they are sleepy!" America said matter-of-factly, as if he had said it a million times. Before Canada could say something to counter his statement, America continued. "But yeah, dude, you should totally come to my room and play it with me! The room number is 725, the first door on the right once you pass the elevators. The game looks so epic! They say it's the scariest game ever made by the Japanese, even Japan said it was scary! I kept asking England if he wanted to come play it with me, but he said he was busy with other things." America said with a scoff. "Can you believe that ass? He thinks having tea time and watching that Doctor What's-his-face show is more important than hanging with me! God, he needs to realize how epic I am already, he knows he can't resist this yummy piece of meat!" Canada could clearly imagine how America had said that.

'So that was what gave America the time to remember and invite me over to his hotel room instead of Britain,' Canada thought, sightly angered but knowing his brother meant well. He took out a scrap sheet of notebook paper and started to write down the hotel room number, but got distracted by hearing the bathroom door open. Canada glanced at France, who was strutting over towards the bed . The frenchmen picked up his phone and was about to say something to Canada, but was quickly hushed by Canada waving his hands frantically around as if to say 'No!' Looking back towards the piece of paper, Canada wrote down what he thought was the last number America had said, and that his room was right passed the elevator.

Canada coughed and put his attention back on his brother. "The show is called 'Doctor Who,' Alfred. It's actually a good show, if you would take the time to actually understand and watch it. Maybe you should also take the time to realize that not everything is about you. Britain has his own interests, you know? So what's the name of this new 'scary' game? It's probably just like all the rest, full of only random things popping out at you and loud sounds, no intriguing plot or anything. I can't understand why you like them so much, but I guess a few of them are interesting." Canada remember the only two games that had ever scared him, 'Siren: Blood Curse' and 'S.T.A.L.K.E.R: Shadow of Chernobyl.'' They were both just so creepy and- Canada cut his thoughts about the games short, it gave him a chill just thinking about them.

"Dude, check it! It's called 'The Evil Within,' they say one of the guys who worked on 'Resident Evil 4' also worked on this! Oh, dude, I can't wait to play it! Kiku gave it to me yesterday and I hardly got any sleep because of it! Aw, man, you got to hurry up and get over here before I play it by myself." Canada heard Alfred basically scream through the phone. America had threatened this once before, but at that time, Matthew had not listen. He had gotten to the hotel room much later than he had expected, and walked in on something horrible. It was America sitting on the couch, the only piece of furniture left upright, and he looked as if he had been killed and brought back to life. Seeing his brother like that surprised Canada, making him jump and scream a bit. After finding out what had happened, Canada promised himself he'd never be late for playing video games with his brother ever again. He stilled had not lived down America's tease about having a 'girly scream,' as America called it.

Canada sighed, knowing this morning was going to be a long one. "Okay, Al. I'll be over there in about twenty minutes. While you wait for me to get there, why don't you make yourself breakfast instead of eating that fast food junk you eat 24/7? I understand having it once every two weeks, but everyday? It's just unhealthy!" Matthew scolded. He had always told America his eating habits were bad. He did not want to see his brother end up like some of Alfred's people did. It concerned Matthew about how his brother was treating his health. Yeah, maybe the american worked out to try and get rid of the fat, but that did not get rid of the other effects such a diet could cause.

It had become evident to canada that his brother was not listening any longer. Canada had still continued his little rant even if america was not listening. America had obviously ignored the rest of what Canada had said, it seemed he had cut of listening after Canada said he would be over in fifteen minutes. America told his brother he'd be waiting for him to arrive at his hotel room in twenty minutes. Canada decided to just give up on trying to convert his brother into actually doing something good for his health. He said a quiet goodbye to his brother, who had already hung up the phone in his impatience.

Looking towards the clock once again, Canada realized it had gotten passed 8:15 and that he had until about 8:35 to get to his brother's room. Matthew loved his brother, but sometimes the american was a bit much even for him. He walked into the den area and saw France heading towards the door with his briefcase and folders. Canada wanted to at least give the man a kiss goodbye before he left. He quickly walked towards the frenchmen that had already gotten to the door and was twisting the doorknob.

Pulling ever so gently on the sleeve of the tailored suit, Canada looked towards the ground in pleasant anxiousness. Though they had been together for a few years, that feeling was one thing that had never changed when he pushed himself out of his comfort zone and did something of this sort. France turned around and smiled towards the sweet boy in front of him. He silently chuckled to himself, thinking about how that shy innocence would probably never leave the canadian. Lifting Canada's chin so that their eyes could meet, France leaned forward and lovingly kissed the other man's soft lips. France lifted his head back up and stared at the sight before him. Canada was looking towards him with a light blush on his cheeks. The frenchman looked away, stopping himself from going further than he had time for. There were multiple World Meeting preparations he had to attend to and he only had about 3 and a half hours left to finish them.

France gave his final farewell and rushed out of the hotelroom. Canada could only stare as the bright, blue eyed man left him standing there blushing. After a moment, Canada was able to recovered his being and began getting his things together to go to his brother's room. He walked over to the coffee table and picked up his folder that held details for today's meeting and what would soon hold his notes. Canada always wrote down notes and paid attention in the meetings, even if nothing actually got done. There was always some kind of interruption, which would throw the meeting off course and turn it into a hectic mess of nations. Thinking back on all the crazy times the nations had together made Canada giggle a bit. For him, to see all the energetic nations having a good time or fighting with each other did not upset him. He loved to watch France, England, and America fight. They were always arguing about petty, little things, knowing that it really did not matter. And it made him happy to see the bond between Italy and Germany show during the meetings. With Italy always showing up with an enthusiastic smile and greeting towards Germany, and Germany trying to act like he wasn't as happy to see him. It almost reminded Canada of his relationship with France, though him and Francis did not make their relationship known to the other countries.

Going into the den, Canada walked over to Kumajirou and picked up the heavy polar bear cub. The young bear was about half the canadian's weight, but Matthew was still able to pick him up. All the years of playing hockey and picking up the bear had basically immuned Canada from feeling the strain Kumajirou put on his arms and back. It was as if his body had gotten so use to the extra weight that it barely had any response to it at all anymore.

Matthew stood there for a second and looked around making sure he had all the things he would need for the meeting. Believing he had gotten all that was need and necessary, Canada picked up the key card and paper with the room number from the coffee table and left his hotel room. The walk towards his brother's room was short, though he still had to make a few twists and turns. Seeing the elevator, Canada stopped. The signs on the walls said that left were rooms 710 through 723, and to the right were the rooms from 724 through 736. Canada took a right and glanced at the two first door that were directly across from one another. 'Did he say the first door on the left or right? I can't remember. Well, there are only two to choose from,' Canada thought, deciding it would be one or the other. Taking a deep breath, Matthew sat Kumajirou on to the ground, and knocked very gently on the door that he believed was his brother's room. No one answered. 'Hmm, maybe I did not knock loud enough for Alfred to hear me,' it was not the first time Matthew would have to knock more than once for his brother to hear him. Knocking again, this time a bit louder, Canada waited patiently for his brother to answer the door.

There was a loud bang behind the door, followed by the door being thrown open by a panicked Russia. Luckily for Matthew, his years of playing hockey had made his reflexes fast. Dodging the door complete, he was able to make it out of harms way, barely missing Russia as he ran full speed down the hall and to the left. Canada did not know what was happening or what could make Russia react in such a way, that was, until he took a glance into the hotel room Russia had just fled. The window had been broken, looking as if someone had crashed their whole body through it. On the ground, crawling, was a bleeding Belarus with a crazy look in her eye. Backing up into the other door, Canada looked away, trying to make it seem like he was just passing through. Matthew looked at his brother's hotel room door in terror, trying to ignore the scratching sounds coming from behind him. He knocked loudly on the door in front of him, hoping Alfred would quickly open it and invite him in.

There was a moment of complete silence, no noise coming from behind him or from his brothers room. He took the chance to look behind him, thinking Belarus had disappeared somehow. Canada was met face to face with the woman, her hand at his neck with one of her many knifes. Canada stood completely still, knowing he could get cut by the sharp blade at his neck by making a small move. Her face held a blank expression, making it seem as if she was not phased by the cut on the right side of her forehead. Canada opened his mouth to ask her politely what she needed but was cut off before he could even say a single syllable. "You saw the way my big brother went. Point the way or I will cut you deeply," the Belarusian woman threatened. Swallowing dry, Canada pointed the way he saw Russia go, stating that he took a right instead of a left. Belarus took away the knife she held at his neck, turned, and stalked off towards the direction Canada had said.

Breathing in a sigh of relief, Canada leaned up against the door, taking a rest before he tried knocking again. He looked towards Kumajirou and then closed his eyes, trying to process what had just happened to him. His heart was starting to slow down, but was quickly sped up again as he felt his body falling towards the ground. It would seem Alfred had finally gotten to the door to let his brother in, but when he had opened it, he caused Matthew to become unbalanced and fall. Canada yelled out as he fell to the ground. Looking up at his brother in surprise, he just laid there, not wanting to get up yet. Alfred backed away from his brother, leaning forward while holding his stomach. His hysterical laughter being heard all the way down the hall. Canada glared at his brother, telling him to shut up but his voice being over clouded by the laughter.

Matthew picked himself up off the ground and walked into his brother's hotel room, not caring if it was polite or not. Looking towards his brother, he saw that he was still laughing like an idiot. He sighed and looked around the hotel room, noticing multiple McDonalds bags and Coke-a-Cola cans everywhere. "Hey, America, what have I told you about the way you're eating? This is not a healthy lifestyle. I think you should really change it, eh?" Canada voiced out his concerns to his brother, knowing he wasn't paying any attention to him. Canada looked towards the laughing american, "Umm, Alfred? You can stop laughing now, it's already over with."

America looked up long enough to see the somewhat annoyed expression of his brother, only causing him to laugh even more. Though he was laughing like a madman, Alfred still tried to speak. "But, dude! Ha, you fell! Your face! So funny! Like a surprised squirrell!" America tried to explain the hilarious moment to his brother, but what he was saying was not understandable through the bits of laughter he threw into his statement.

Canada sighed, walking over to the television and looking at the introduction to the game they were going to play. "Oh, so this is the game? 'The Evil Within,' huh? It looks pretty decent, is there like an about section on the menu to give us a rundown of what we're going to be trying to do?" Canada questioned, knowing his brother would forget all about the fall and talk about the game instead. He looked towards his brother and saw his face change from amused to excited.

"Aw, man! This is going to be sweet! It looks so freaking scary, dude! And, uh, let me check." America grabbed the controller from the coffee table and jumped onto the couch, Matthew sitting on the other side of the couch. Canada noticed Kumajirou walk away from him, but decided to let the cub roam around. "Hmm, let's see. Uh, it doesn't but I know what to do! Kiku told me that the person I'll be playing as is a cop dude who has amnesia! It's a fitting character for me to play! I'm a hero, he'll be the hero of this game, it all fits!" America stated, forming a fist and throwing his arm up. Canada just laughed and looked towards the television, doubting this would be any different from the other games he has played with his brother. Looking back at Alfred, Canada agreed and told him to press 'X' so they could start the game.

The next couple of hours for Canada were almost as frightening as the situation he had with Belarus. The game was scary, and it surprised him how psychotic and frightening it was. Alfred had given up playing it after the first thirty minutes and had asked Canada to play it for him. Matthew agreed and began to play the game for his brother. It took almost the whole time they had before the meeting to finish the game, save for the fifteen minute drive to the building that hosted the world meetings. Once they got to the meeting, Canada believed it would be just the average world conference. But what Canada did not know was after this world conference, his mind and heart would never be the same.

They say Paris in the city of love, but sometimes it is also the city of heartbreak and betrayal.

Yay! First chapter: done! Tell me what you think? Love it? Hate it? I would like to know what you guys think! I don't mind constructive criticism, really! Anywho, I'll try to get this updated as quickly as possible, though I do not have a set date for when I'll be updating. Hopefully after maybe four updates I'll have a schedule for it, though that's only me hoping. I have summer courses and volunteering I do, so it'll have to work around that. Whelp, thanks for reading~!

Translations:

French-

matinée- Morning

Mon Matthieu- My Matthew

mon cheri- My dear