Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia or the characters
Boom! Crash! Came the sounds of the terrible storm outside. Inside though, there lay 2 nations, a Canadian and a Frenchman. While France was fast asleep, Canada was wide awake, whimpering and shaking in fear. The scared one got as closest to France as physically possible and hugged him tightly as he buried his face into his neck. Said Frenchman was roused from his sleep by something slowly cutting off his circulation. He glanced down and noticed his lover shaking like a leaf with his eyes shut tightly, a few tears leaking out. He immediately got worried and wanted to comfort him. The older shushed the Canadian and wiped away his tears, then started stroking his hair in a comforting manner. Said Canada looked up in surprise, eyes wide and apologetic.
"Fr-Francis, I didn't mean to wake you I'm sorry…" Canada whispered, more tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Non Mathieu, don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. Shhhh" France whispered back, "It is the storm, non?"
"Oui" was the simple reply. Matthew hugged him around the waist and nuzzled into his chest.
"I have an idea Mon Cher" Francis stood and picked Matthew up bridal style, who was still shaking, but a little less than before. The younger shut his eyes tight and snuggled into the older when they was a particularly loud crash. When they got downstairs to the living room, France gently set Canada on the carpeted floor.
"I'll be back in a second" Francis said running into a different room. He came back with matches in hand and walked to the large brick fireplace. France took a log from the pile next to it and lit it, easily starting a nice fire. In minutes it was roaring. He smiled down at the confused Canadian. Boom! Matthew jumped and France hugged him quickly before running off yet again, this time back with pillows and blankets. He threw them to the side as he pulled the couch cushions off and laid them near the fire. France set them up like a bed, putting the pillows and blankets on. He gracefully sat down and patted the spot next to him.
"Won't you join me, Mathieu?" Matthew crawled over to him and laid his head in Francis' lap. France gazed down at him lovingly, stroking his hair. Canada and France both sat on their stomachs, pressed to each other side by side. France nuzzled Canada's hair, neck, and face. Said Canadian blushed and leaned into his touch.
"Oh, Mon Cher, I forgot one thing, it will take me but a minute to make it." The Frenchman exclaimed as he got up and ran to the kitchen. Canada wrapped the blankets around himself as he waited. A few minutes later, France reappeared holding two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Canada smiled as he set them down on the ground next to the bed. France crawled back over next to Matthew and pulled him close. He kept an arm around him as they sipped their warm drinks and talked. That's how they stayed the rest of the night, cuddled together by the fire.