A/N: Be nice, please. It is my first time…writing in English (LOL) and, well, I'm not self-confident (So lame…). If there were anything wrong with spelling or grammar, I'll be pleased to know (Just tell me :D).
For: Uhm, thank you very much, Aniki. Your support moves my world :'D.
D: I do not own Hetalia
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About Matt
Before even thinking about that damn propose to UK he went with Matt, to Canada.
And it was nearly 2 AM, too early or too late according to the point of view.
Of course, Matthew wore his pajamas (an old and big red hockey jersey and grey pants) by then but didn't complain about his visit in any moment.
Francis let himself fall on his former colony's bed and sighed tiredly. He covered his eyes with his forearm, disturbed.
Matthew, ever so quietly, followed him but just allowed himself to get sit on his knees next to the French, who tock the opportunity to lay his head on the little one's lap.
Canada didn't say a thing.
Francis supposed it was a good thing and because, after all, he had gone there for the silence.
Lately, his own home had been so busy and messed up that the mere air in there gave him stress. Not to speak about the noise, too many people coming and going everywhere.
Canada caressed tenderly the French's forehead and looked down at him with affection once he finally put his arm on his chest, letting his eyes free.
He liked Matthew because he was smart and wouldn't ask something stupid like "Are you ok?" when he was obviously not fine at all.
More than that: this North America country was always there for him. Even if he himself was, most of the time, anywhere but at Matt's side.
He moved Canada's hands to his checks, and then slowly to his lips, to kiss softly both of his palms.
-Je t'aime, Matthieu. - He said and Matthew sighed without showing resistance to the touch.
France knew perfectly well what his dear child was thinking.
"You just love me when it's convenient for you, don't you?" But his sweet maple didn't speak it out aloud, though. Deeply inside, Francis accepted and regretted that. And still didn't do anything to compensate it.
In the end he was just a hedonistic and egoistic bastard, who only appealed to Matt's arms when his mode didn't give other choices.
-I´m going to propose to Arthur. - He said to stop thinking about it.-Well, mostly like I have to marry him.
Matthew seemed surprised by the sudden confession and stared at him.
-Why?- He finally asked, being confident that Francis wasn't willing to say it if the Canadian didn't show interest in the subject. But there was no answer.
-Don't wanna tell me?
-Bribe me.- Spoke out France and to his despite, Matthew smiled and lowed down to kiss him on the lips. –Thank you.
Matthew was well aware that the kiss didn't mean any sexual thing. It was simply the way Francis needed to be treated to know someone cared. It was just and affectionate gesture, so he didn't mind spoil him for a while.
-Too many problems. - Then Francis paused. –It's not like I hate Arthur. It´s just I don't want to marry someone who doesn't tolerate my nature…Plus, he is ugly. –The Canadian chuckled and leaned down to kiss the French again. –If I had the right to choose, I would pick you. –Francis smiled softly.-Since you're as cute and gentle as you were as child. But I know you're not that stable yet. And that USA has been giving you troubles with all that possessiveness of him.
-Ah, yeah, that…- Matthew whispered all flushed and uncomfortable with the new topic.
-I will leave tomorrow morning…or when my people notice I'm gone. Is that ok?-
-That gives you little time.
-Hell, yeah.
And then they smiled and relaxed, one beside the other, to sleep.