Disclaimer: I do not own the Hetalia Characters nor do I do I own the song I used. I'm simply a fan.

Song: Protege Moi by Placebo (Note: The song is originally in french. I did translate most of it to suit my needs and so people who didn't speak french would be able to appreciate it. It's a very wonderful song.)

Characters: Canada (Matthew, Mattie) and France (Francis)

Little Intro: Thank you for deciding to read this, if you aren't a fan of yaoi then... well please don't post rude reviews. You are entitled to your opinion though, I just don't wish to hear it. ^_^

Please leave a review! I would like to know if there's anything I could fix in this, maybe I missed something? If my translation is off I know. I'm not perfect xD let me know though so I can fix it! I hope to actually continue this one depending on the response it gets.


"C'est le malaise du moment...L'épidémie qui s'étend" The words tumbled off his lips in a hushed voice, breath puffing out in the cold air. A small gloved hand went up, fingers brushing through the quickly fading cloud as if he could catch it.

"La fête est finie on descend, Les pensées qui glacent la raison..." A small grin, he tilted his head and dropped his hands back down to his side. It was the middle of November and freaking cold, he loved it though, the way the snow crunched under his boots. How the ice clung to branches glittering in the morning sun. Making everything bright and cheery in an otherwise dark month. Yes he loved the winter so much more than the summer. Granted the warm months were welcomed, but they were nothing compared to this.

The white bear brushed against his legs, it was such a small bear for his kind. Polar bears were supposed to be bigger and scarier, but not Kumario? No that didn't sound right... oh well.

"Come on let's go home, get some hot chocolate and curl up with a good book, sounds good eh?" The walk back home was much quicker and about as uneventful as the trip out had been. Nothing much ever happened here. It snowed, people stayed it, only the kids went out to play. Throwing snow balls and tobogganing down hills at break neck speeds, building snow forts and... okay so the adults did the same things. Only they did it on a grander scale. He laughed to himself with this, he would have to remember to go the ice hotel once it was finished. They would be starting it about now.

As soon at they got back to the house, hanging his coat up and brushing the snow off the bottoms of his jeans Matthew went to the kitchen and pulled down a sauce pot. His bear had wasted no time in curling up in the middle of the kitchen floor, providing the perfect tripping hazard. After changing the bag of milk he poured enough into the pot for two cups of hot chocolate before sifting through his cupboards for the cocoa. Grabbing two candy canes as well along with one bowl and one mug he poured the boiled milk over the cocoa powered and stirred it with the candy canes. Setting the bowl down on the floor for his bear he joined him on the floor. His own mug cradled in his hands. He was all of two sips in when he heard his door bell chime. Giving his bear a glance he opted to ignore it. He really didn't feel like getting up just then. Who ever it was would assume he wasn't home and would kindly leave. If it was important they would come back. Taking another sip the bell rang again. Then again and again.

Protect me from what I want

Protect me...

By the fourth ring Matthew was up, his mug abandoned on the counter. Stumbling over his own feet as he tried to get to the door as quickly as he could. He couldn't just leave it unanswered after all. It wasn't like he got many visitors anyway. The other nations only seemed concerned with his existence when they needed something. Who was he to deny them help?

It is the disease of the moment,

The epidemic which never ends...

The party is over, we go down,

The thoughts which freeze reason.

His door swung open, blue violet eyes going wide as he took in the sight of the man standing there. He hadn't seen Francis is a while. The man's blond hair was dusted with snow, his cheeks flushed with cold and his lips pale. He cracked a smile at Matthew and raised a gloved hand to ruffle the younger nation's hair.

"Bonjour, mon ami," that greeting made Matthew stammer a reply, stepping back from the door and inviting him in out of the cold.

"F-Francis, what are you doing here? I didn't expect you..." He wanted something, that's all there was too it. Pushing away the feelings of hurt at that thought he shut the front door as the French man took off his boots and coat. Handing his coat to Matthew who hung it up from him.

"Something smells really good, did I interrupt something? Nothing important I hope?" The other blond didn't really wait for an answer as he headed into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Watching Mattie as he followed after him.

"N...No nothing... I just got back from a walk. Francis did you want something?" He normally didn't outright ask such a rude question and it obviously threw Francis for a loop. The man was staring at him blankly now.

"Can't I ever just come visit you without cause?" A shake of his head, no. No one just popped in to visit him.

"No one ever just 'drops by' my place." Maybe the cold had been getting to him, since when was he this rude to people?

"Oh... well... I see. Pardonez mois." He pushed himself up from the couch with this, one fluid motion.

"I just wanted to check up on mon petit lapin." Since when had Matthew become a little rabbit? That nickname made his cheeks flush.

"Y-Y-You're what?!" Oh he hadn't meant to ask that.

"Mon deu Mattieu." Francis' hand brushed across his forehead as he spoke.

"Well I see you wish to be left alone, Je suis vraiment désolé." He turned to leave with this, collecting his coat from the hall closet and pulling his boots back on. The Canadian stood stock still for a long moment of silence, unable to watch Francis leave. Had he just pushed away the one person that had actually wanted to just come see him. Just see him, not ask him for anything, not bug him for help or aid. Just to visit. He probably had. Gaze dropping to the carpet, his red socked feet contrasting with the white he turned as he heard the door open and close. Wanting so badly to stop Francis, but by the time he got to the door the man's car was long gone.

" L'épidémie qui s'étend... The epidemic which never ends." He'd returned to his kitchen, grabbed his mug, now long since cold and had curled up on the floor with his bear. What was his name again? Kumja... no still didn't sound right.

"Well at least I have you, I can't push you away." His head rested on the bear's soft side, the fur ticking his cheek. Soft and warm. This was home. It was what he knew and it was all he was allowed to have. Sleep caught up to him quickly, the soft raising and falling of the body under his head lulling him into dreams.

Cold, shivering, wet, freezing. Every limb ached and he felt so heavy. Icy blue water lapped at his face, pulling him under more and more. His clothes were soaked through and he was struggling to keep his head above water. But his arms felt so numb. He couldn't move them anymore. They slowly failed him and he sank. Like dead weight he disappeared bellow the surface. One thought flashed through his mind. No one will notice. That's the sad thing, he didn't care that he was dying, cause surely that's what this was. No what really made him regret everything was that no one would notice.

No one.

Francis would.

Not one... who?

Francis.

No he wouldn't.

Yes he would, but you pushed him away.

I didn't mean too.

He was the only one that ever loved you.

How do you know?

Trust me I know.

Why?

Did Arthur love you?

No... I was just another ward to him.

Did Alfred love you?

Hardly, I'm just his Northern neighbour...

Does anyone else ever notice you?

Not really.

Francis does.

He was so cold now and so sore, he wanted to give up everything. Just forget it all and fade away. Maybe Francis would notice, he wasn't sure. He hadn't meant to push the man away, he'd meant to stop him from leaving. Why hadn't he said something? So many what ifs and why nots. Nothing he could do about them now.

Sunlight stung his eyes, making him blink, rolling over groggily he heard something tip over. Then he felt something cold and wet sink into his shirt and he shivered. Where... His hand slid across the tiled floor and hit fur. Oh... right. He'd fallen asleep on the kitchen floor with Kumajiro. He was about to sit up when he saw a hand come down next to him, a cloth mopping up the spilled hot chocolate (it had once been hot anyway). Startling he scrambled to sit up and his forehead connected with another.

"Merde! Mattieu that hurt." Blinking back the pain he rubbed his own forehead. The other person had backed off and when he finally focused on their face he was stunned into further silence.

"Don't give me that look, you shouldn't be so surprised to see me here. Mon dieu, do you always sleep on the floor like this?"

"F-Francis?" How had he... oh he hadn't locked the door.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry about last night. I didn't mean to be so rude and... ah the floor... no. I just um... I-I... I don't know." He was floundering for an excuse now as he grabbed for the cloth and finished cleaning up the mess. Ignoring his stained shirt a he got up and fetched a fresh cloth, soaking it in cold water.

"I'm really sorry." He was leaning over Francis, who'd taken up sitting on the floor, his back pressed against the fridge door. Pressing the cloth over the French man's forehead Matthew gave him a weak smile.

"Stop apologizing already, I've gotten far worse treatment from Arthur, I suppose I caught you at a bad time last ni-" he stopped when the cloth was pressed to his forehead. Without a second thought to the action he pulled the blond Canadian into his lap, arms circling his waist. He loved watching how the others' blush grew, his cheeks brightening almost to match the red t-shirt he had on. "I told you, I wanted to visit, so I decided to come check on you in the morning and here I find you on the floor. You were so cute I had to let you sleep."

"W-What are you doing?!" Mattie hadn't been expecting to be yanked down into Francis' lap, the sudden close contact made him squirm and he tried to get up but Francis held fast.

"Francis..." Did the man actually love him? He wasn't sure. He'd gotten used to this kind of behaviour from the man. One moment he was clingy and touching him inappropriately. The next he had forgotten who Matthew was or at least it seemed that way.