A/N: Hey look everyone! I'm not dead anymore! *tah-da!* And I brought you a present from the Underworld, *drum roll* A FRANCE/CANADA FIC! Review as always.

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France sat by his phone, staring at it like it was a hostile enemy. It had only been a few days since his revelation, and at first it had been a wonderful realization; he loved Canada. Of course, it had been staring him in the face for years! He had always held a special place in his heart for his former charge; naturally he would have feelings for him. Without another thought, he had gone off to confess his feelings to the younger man, but as he stepped outside, a thought had stopped him. It wasn't the first time he had had feelings for another person, he was after all, the country of love, but had any of his other relationships worked out? No. It always went the same way: a steamy affair that lasted a short time then fizzled out like a firecracker being thrown into the ocean. He didn't want that with Canada. He didn't want to lose the friendship he had with the other man. He wanted a real relationship, one with closeness, with sharing, with cheesy dates and stupid nicknames. And above all else, he wanted true love, and he wanted it with Canada.

It was those realizations that lead him to the staring contest with the phone. How was he to go about this? A date seemed to be the first step, but where to go and what to do? He knew to avoid anything too romantic or too erotic. Just something simple, something sweet, but without any pressure for anything but spent time together. Something that would make Canada fall for him. He wracked his brain for anything, but nothing came to mind. With a sigh of frustration he picked up the phone and dialed Canada's number. He was going to wing it.

"Hello?" came Canada's small voice on the other line of the phone. France's heart fluttered; Canada was so cute.

"Bonjour, Canada," France started. "I'm just calling to check in on things. It's been a while since we've seen each other."

"Bonjour France. It has been a while since we've seen each other. I'm doing well, and yourself?"

"Um, I'm doing okay," France said slowly. This conversation wasn't going the direction he wanted it to. He decided to regroup and try a different strategy. "It really is a shame we don't get to see one another very often. Maybe we should change that. I-is there something you'd like to go do?" He couldn't help the stutter at the end. Was he being too forward?

"Actually, yeah. There's a street fair near my place that I was going to go to with America, but he had to cancel. I don't want to go alone; would you like to go with me?" Canada said. France nearly jumped for joy. A street fair! Why hadn't he thought of that?

"Oui, oui! That sounds great, mon ami." he told Canada. "Just tell me the time and place, I can pick you up in the limo and we-" France stopped. Too much, he thought. Nothing too lavish. This was supposed to be an easy going day with a friend, as far as Canada should know. If he went too over the top, it would be an obvious date and it could ruin the no-pressure mood he was going for.

"Um, on second thought, why don't you tell me where it is, and I'll meet you there?" France said, back-tracking. Canada was silent for a beat.

"Yeah, that sounds great," he finally said, something akin to sadness in his voice. France was oblivious to the change in tone.

"Alright, it's a date! Uh, so to speak." He almost kicked himself for saying the word. No matter! he thought. I've got the date! Now, what to wear…

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Okay! So this stopping point was the result of a coin toss (literally,) so if it seems cut off short, it's not my fault. Blame the year 2000 Virginia quarter I flipped. Next chapter to be posted soon!