Chapter 1 - Franada

Canada's POV

I was walking into the meeting room which was being held in France this time and took my seat in the usual place. I looked around and found that my presence had gone unnoticed by the other countries in there yet again; I sighed. Britain was arguing with America (Probably about America's Grammar or eating habits); Italy was clinging to a very annoyed looking Germany and Russia was asking China to become one with him, I continue scanning the room when I feel a pair of eyes staring at me and turn to see who they belong to. I am surprised to see that it is none other than France. We keep eye contact for about five seconds before I look away focusing on Kumajiro who is sitting on my lap.

A few minutes later all of the other countries have arrived all taking their designated seats, as this is a world meeting there are countries I have only seen a few times like the Nordics (Iceland, Norway, Denmark, Finland and Sweden). France stands up to start the meeting, he starts it of by talking about the issues of global warming. As I listen I cannot help but notice the way he takes charge, raises his voice and presents himself is so attractive... But he will never look at me like that! I have liked him for centuries but no one ever notices me so no one knows and he was the one that raised me before I was taken by Britain and raised with my Brother America.

BREAK

France calls for a thirty minute break after two hours of no progress as per usual. I walk out to go get some pancakes, after packing up all of my paperwork, from the canteen and drown them in maple syrup before tucking in sitting by myself in the corner. Several other countries ran to the canteen as soon as the meeting was put on hold, Britain was sipping his tea and eating scones while America sat opposite him stuffing his face with all he could. Italy was eating pasta talking to Germany who was eating his favourite wurst. Spain and Romano were eating tomatoes and what looked to be pizza covered in churros.

When I had finished eating my plate of pancakes I made my way back to the conference room deep in thought. Why was France not in the canteen, I was sure he would come just to flirt and harass the others, thoughts like this occupied my mind the entire walk back and without realising it I had made my way back to the conference room.

I walked into the hall and made my way to my seat again only to find a note folded up and placed on top of my folder. I looked at the note and found that my name was written on the side, the hand writing small, delicate and curled. I looked around the room but no one was here so I pick up the note and read it. I am shocked at what I find.

"A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather, I pray we might end up together. Love you Secret Admire."

I stare at the note for a long time because the next thing I know is America behind me snatching the note. I look up about to take it back when I notice everyone in the room is looking at me. "What are you all looking at?" I asked, though no one seems to have heard me, still trying to get the note back to no avail. "What were you reading Canada? It must have been interesting as you missed the start of the meeting." I turned to the owner of the voice and met France's eyes. "I wasn't reading anything just something I found." America starts to laugh much too loudly and I face back to him and see he has unfolded the note and is reading it; I reach over and snatch it out of his hands. "Baka! That's mine! Don't touch it or even look at it!" I shout as loud as I could running out of the meeting room until I reached my hotel room. I could tell the other countries were not expecting that because of the shocked expressions they held as I left

THAT NIGHT

As soon as I got back to my room I decided to have a shower washing away all of the tears from my face. After I had finished I walked into my bedroom to change; throwing on my red hoodie and jeans. Walking over to the sofa turning on the TV. Flicking it over to some random French show I lay down staring at the note again. No matter how many time i look at it I am not closer to understanding who write it.

However, as I stared at it I have a strange feeling that I know the handwriting; small curled writing. Just as I think that I am close to figuring it out there is a soft knock on the door. I get up from the sofa and make my way to the door, opening it a fraction to see who is there. To say I am shocked is an understatement. France is stood at my door a look or concern and worry shaping his features. I open the door fully revealing myself "What are you doing here?" I find myself asking voice its usual quiet tone. "I came to check on you Mon Cher, I was worried she you ran out of the meeting like that." He walks towards me a bit small smile dancing on his lips. "I am sorry but I am fine truly, just a bit tired is all." I look down to find Kumojiro hugging my legs. "May I come in Mon Cher we can talk in private there." I step out of the way allowing France to enter we both make our way to the sofa where the neglected TV still plays. As we sit down Kumojiro walks over to France and climbs onto his lap. "Wow he only ever allows me to hold him, he must like you France." I smile up at the Frenchman realising how close we are sitting to each other. "He must know the truth Mon Cher." Frances voice was quiet when he spoke making me strain to hear. "What do you mean he knows the truth?" France mumbles something I cannot hear even though I am sitting so close, I move close still until there is not an inch between us. Kumojiro leaving the room to look for food or to sleep. France repeats what he says but it is still to quiet for me to make out. "Come on France, please repeat that again. I can't hear you." He looks at me taking my hand in his rubbing small circles with his thumb " A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather, I pray we might end up together." When he us finished he gives a light squeeze of my hand but when I don't reply he turns to look at me again. Tears are spilling down my face, I am trembling and tighten my grip on his hand when he tries to pull away. "Canada, my sweet Canada. What is wrong? Why are you crying Mon Cher?" I shake my head trying to stop the tears from falling. Throwing myself at France; wrapping my arms around his neck before answering " I am fine France, I am just so happy!" He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his lap, stroking my hair with one hand as the other rubs soothing circles on my lower back. I pull away slightly taking in all of the man in front of me a small smile appearing on my face along with a blush as i realise the position we are in. My legs were placed on either side of Frances waist, hands around his neck " I love you Mon Cher." Frances voice snaps me out of my trance and pulls my gaze back up to his face and I am happy when I see a small blush dusting his cheeks. "J'adore Mon Cher" I bring my lips to Frances conveying all of my feelings I have for him, satisfied when he kisses me back. We pull away from each other me turning in his lap so my back is pressed to his chest, his arms still wrapped around my waist as we settle to watch the TV. "J'adore Canada."

"J'adore France."