Francoise Bonnefoy liked to think she knew a thing or two about "l'amour." After all, she had plenty of experience. Her very eventful love life was more often than not the preferred subject of gossip at Hetalia Academy. Yes, when it came to matters of the heart, Francoise was something of an expert.
Or so she'd thought.
But here she was, sitting alone in her room, crying, because that oblivious idiot Antonio Fernandez Carriedo had thought she "wouldn't mind" if he started outright flirting with Lovina Vargas! The idiot!
Bien sur, she'd made sure Antonio knew that did mind, and, as an afterthought, she'd dumped him.
So much for "l'amour eternel". She was beginning to wonder if such a thing even existed. She'd always believed that there was someone out there for everyone. People (like her) just kept choosing the wrong someone and ending up heartbroken and alone. Everyone always said that there are plenty of fish in the sea, but it couldn't be helped if people kept trying to catch the wrong fish.
She tried thinking of all the successful couples she knew, and came up with a very short list. As for all the nasty breakups she'd witnessed or been involved in over the past year… that list was a lot longer. Why? Because people just kept getting it wrong. It was easy to tell when two people were made for each other, sometimes blatantly obvious. They just never seemed to realize it themselves.
If only there'd been someone to pick out her own "perfect match". Someone to warn her away from idiots like Antonio. She was supposed to be an expert in "l'amour", yet she couldn't sort out her own relationships!
She thought through the long list of other people's breakups again. It was easy to pick out the problems with each failed pairing. The personalities didn't match, the compatibility was just completely wrong! Why hadn't they realized before it was too late?
Maybe they were just like her, and need someone to match them up with the right people. Someone who could sense when two people just "fitted" together.
Someone who knew a thing or two about how love was supposed to work, at least when it came to anyone but themselves. Someone, she thought, like her.
And that was how it all began.