Unfortunately, I do not own Hetalia. Someday...
Anyway, enjoy Canada's discomfort.
The theater was silent. Half of the audience waited with bated breath, and the other was too preoccupied to care.
He felt the pit of dread in his stomach grow bigger as the couple onscreen passionately declared their love for each other. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife and eaten with maple syrup.
A sigh came from his chest, a sigh that let out a little piece of his soul. His seat in between America and England was not to be envied. Their two hands kept inching across him, and he regarded the process as one regards maggots feeding on flesh. France was nowhere to be seen. And, worse of all, a couple of upstarts were amusing themselves by kicking his seat.
Awkward couldn't even begin to describe the situation. How could a simple trip to the movies go so wrong? Canada wasn't sure how he ended up here himself.
It all started with a phone call, right after an unproductive meeting, and before a string of unproductive meetings. The self-proclaimed country of love invited him to the movies- along with America and England. Canada had just unpacked, just began to appreciate the hotel's luxury. The machine had ringed so innocently, so cheerily, masking the horrors that lay ahead.
The offer had seemed so innocuous. Sure, why not accompany America, England, and France? It would be just like old times. Well, as much like old times as it could be. With the former two's complicated relationship and France being France, Canada wasn't sure how successful the endeavor would be. A little family bonding, though, wouldn't hurt once in a while.
So on he went; still blissfully unaware of what lay ahead. As soon as he reached the theater, France disappeared with a pretty attendant, leaving three tickets for the latest in cheesy romantic comedies.
Pockets were hurriedly searched, in a desperate attempt to watch something more explosion-y. And indeed, all three had money. Just not the money of the country they were in. And, as luck would have it, there were no exchange machine to be found. So, after a rousing debate about whose currency looked better, the three headed into the dark room.
There, at the rows and rows of seats, England had what Japan would have called a 'tsundere moment'- he grew red and angry and insisted Canada had the seat next to the grinning American. He took it, of course, not sure what would happen if he didn't and pleasantly surprised England remembered him in the first place.
The next one hour Canada wouldn't care to remember. Trying to forget it already took most of his concentration. But, he could tell you that it involved a lot of sidelong glances, sentimental sighs, and curses for his past naivety. Also, a lot of dark (read: murderous) thoughts about France.
Then, as the characters on the screen came to an understanding and got married, Canada had an epiphany. There was a way to solve both his suffering and the suffering of the lovebirds around him. Why didn't he think of it earlier?
With a whispered "Excuse me…" and a quiet exit, he was free. Free as an eagle. The knowledge that he just played matchmaker just added to the sweet taste of freedom. They could have each other, as long as they didn't drag him along to movies.
He was so happy that he didn't notice France lurking behind the door, quietly receiving money from Australia.