Hello and welcome to my Franada fanfic! Are you ready to get random!? No? Too bad! I do not own Hetalia as I am not Papa Hima. This is a sequel to my other fic, The Bloody Love Doctor (a USUK centered fic) and there will be references to said fic, so I suggest reading it first. And so, let's begin our story~

Solitude can be both a blessing and a curse, depending on how you look at it. On one hand, being practically invisible made things easy. It was a quiet and peaceful existence. It made for a lifestyle that tended to not create many problems; being able to just get out of your own way. On the other hand, however, it made for a lonely existence. It was that primal need for companionship constantly hovering above him. It's natural thing. We're only human, right?

But did it count when you were a country in human form?

"Mattie, bro, are you comin'!?"

Canada snapped out of his trance. It took him a second to remember where he was; the world conference in Paris. He was startled to find that it was already over. How long had he been staring off into space like that?

He quickly gathered his things, roughly stuffing paperwork into his suitcase, "U-uh, I-I'll be there in just a second."

He turned, yelping when he saw a certain Frenchman standing now less than two feet away from him.

"O-oh, h-hi, Francis!"

"Bonjour, Mathieu! 'ow are you doing?" France asked, smiling broadly.

Canada let out a high-pitched whimpering sound, "I'm f-fine!"

France leaned in a bit closer, "Well, do you 'ave any plans for tonight? Maybe you could come over to my house and we could 'ave dinner together."

Canada looked over towards the door nervously. America was leaning against its frame, smirking as he watched the scene unfold. He gave Canada as subtle wink.

The Canadian turned back to the Frenchman, "U-um, I d-do, actually. Sorry."

France's smile wavered for a moment, but quickly returned to him, "Well, zat is a shame. Maybe some other time, Mathieu." He held eye contact with Canada for a few more seconds before turning and exiting the room, walking past a disappointed looking America.

America stormed over to his brother, "Dude! What was that!? Why did you lie?"

"What makes you think that I was lying!? Maybe I do have plans!" Canada retorted, sounding defensive. America raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay, so maybe I don't have any plans, but that doesn't mean that I don't have a legitimate reason for not going!"

"You're scared?"

"What!? No!" Canada said, "I just…..I don't know."

America rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Now c'mon, we gotta get back to the hotel."

The two left the conference room. America was pleased to find his boyfriend waiting for him out in the hall.

"Ready to go, dear?" Britain asked.

"Yeah, babe," America said. He wrapped his arm around the Brit's waist, pecking him on the cheek. Canada watched, rather sadly.

Britain smiled warmly at him, "Soppy git." He noticed the look of melancholy on the other North American country's face, "Hey, Canada, is there something wrong?"

Canada looked a tad uncomfortable, "Oh, uh, no it's nothing I'm just-"

"Wishing you'd said yes to dinner with France?" America cut in.

Britain looked surprise, "France asked you to have dinner with him and you said no? Are you feeling alright, Canada?"

"Y-yes, I'm fine. Can we talk about something else?" Canada said as they entered the lobby of the building.

"Hey, look it's France!" America exclaimed. Canada tensed up. Sure enough, near the front doors, France and Spain were deep in conversation. Romano was standing a few feet behind Spain, looking rather impatient.

"HEY FRANCE!"

"America! Please don't-"

"Hello, Amerique!~" France greeted back in a sing-song voice, "That was a crazy meeting, no?"

"Heh! Yeah! Hey, it turns out Canada's other plans didn't work out, so he can have dinner with you!"

"America! What are you d-"

"Oh, zat is wonderful! You are staying at zat hotel down ze street, oui? I will pick you up here at seven! Goodbye, Mathieu! And I will see you later, Antonio," France said, gesturing towards Spain, "Aw, why are you giving me zat look, Romano? Honhonhon."

Romano looked away, "Fuck you."

Britain sighed, "Yeah, whatever." He slipped off his coat, hanging it neatly on the coat rack (as opposed to America, who had simply thrown his on the floor near the coat rack), and then lying down on the bed next to America.

America took this chance to climb on top of the Brit. He butted their heads together affectionately, "I love you, Iggy."

Britain smiled, "I love you too, Idiot, now get off of me."

America started playing with the older country's hair, "You have to give me a kiss first."

"Fine, darling," he leaned in, gently pressing his lips to the American's. America, now satisfied, climbed off Britain. He pulled the Brit closer to him, and the European country nuzzled his head into America's neck. The two stayed like that for a few minutes. America absent mindedly stroked the other's hair, liking the feeling of it against his skin. It was then that his mind wandered back to a certain thought.

"Hey, Iggy, Mattie totally has a thing for France, right?" America asked, lifting his head slightly.

"Yes. That poor lad, falling in love with someone like that," Britain scoffed, "I was surprised that he didn't want to have dinner with him. He's probably nervous. It is the frog, after all."

America laughed. "Hey, the frog is the reason that we're together," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of Britain's head.

"Whatever."

America thought for a moment, "Hey, Iggy. What if we set up France and Canada? You know, like how they set us up?"

"And why the bloody hell should we do that?" demanded Britain.

"Oh, c'mon Honey! Doesn't everyone deserve love?"

"What about serial killers and rapists?"

"Well, besides them."

"I'm fairly certain that France falls into one of those two categories."

"You're so mean!" America complained, "I'm going to go see how Mattie's doing."

Canada nervously sorted through the clothing he had brought. What was he supposed to wear? Should he just wear what he was wearing now? Or would Francis expect him to change his clothes? He sighed.

I should just wear these, I guess. I mean, I'm getting kinda worked up over nothing. I'm just getting my hopes up. Friends have dinner with friends all the time, right? It's not like this is any different.

Canada jumped when he heard the knock at the door. That wasn't Francis was it? He hoped to God that it wasn't Francis.

He nervously opened the door, relieved to see that it was just his brother. "Oh, Al. What's up?"

"Dude, why do you look so nervous? Nervous about your date with France?"

"I'm n-not nervous, I'm just – DATE!? It's not a date! It's just two friends who are having dinner together, that's all!" Canada cried frantically.

America laughed. "Alright! Chill! It was just a joke!" he said, walking past Canada into the room.

Canada shut the door, "He-hey, America? Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure, what is it?" America asked, checking something on his cell phone.

"D-do people like me?"

America dropped his cell phone laughing. Canada got a very disheartened look on his face. America waved his hand to signal that that wasn't what he meant, still doubled over in laughter. Finally, he was able to stand up straight, "Of course people like you, Canada! You're a nice guy! And you never get mad at anyone, which is pretty impressive considering some of the shit that goes down at the world meetings!"

"B-but, no one ever seems to notice me, or even really talk to me…" Canada said, looking down at his feet.

"Well, they don't really notice you 'cause you don't really talk that much or do much. And when people do talk to you, you usually just get all nervous and make an excuse to end the conversation." America explained, "Like with France earlier. You lied and said that you had other plans. Speaking of which, what was up with that, dude? You scared? You seem kinda nervous. Almost like you're having trouble admitting something?" America looked at him hopefully.

Canada just shook his head, "No, I'm fine. Hey, what day is the next meeting? I forgot."

"Next Friday at 1 P.M.," America answered. Germany, having had the foresight to predict another failed world conference, decided that there would be a follow up meeting the week after to address issues that went unresolved during the first meeting, thus all of the countries were staying in Paris. "Oh, speaking of that, Iggy and I are going to London tomorrow morning and flying back Friday morning."

"To London?" Canada asked, "Why don't you just stay here in Paris for the week like everyone else?"

America chuckled, "Iggy really hates it here." He glanced over at the clock and smirked, "Looks like it's time for your little date with France."

Canada gulped.

Oh yeah. That.

Britain hurriedly flipped through the pages of his spell book,

I am such a genius! This will be great! And it's the perfect way to get revenge on the frog! Ha! That'll show him for getting that fucking alien to spray me with a garden hose!

He was finally able to find the page he was looking for. The title of the page was written out in large, black, cursive letters; Amortentia. He quickly scanned through the list of ingredients. It was too perfect! He had nearly everything on the list that he needed at his house in London, and he and America were headed there the next day! All he needed was a sample of the Canadian's DNA. But he needed to make sure that Canada didn't know about the love potion. That was vital. And besides, you can't really just randomly ask someone if you can have a sample of their DNA without justifying it.

Excuse me, can I have a sample of your DNA?

For what?

Oh, you know, just because.

Britain looked up from the book, "Hey, Flying Mint Bunny?"

Flying Mint Bunny landed on the desk in front of him, "Yes, Britain, sir?"

"Do you think you could sneak into the frog's house and get some of Canada's DNA? Off of a utensil perhaps?" Britain asked, patting the small creature on the head.

"Of course, Britain!" squeaked Flying Mint Bunny, "Why do you need it?"

"I need it to make amortentia."

The winged rabbit's eyes went wide, "Amortentia? Isn't that really dangerous?"

Britain shrugged, "It is powerful, but how badly could it go wrong? Hey, where'd you go?"

The creature suddenly disappeared. Seconds later, America entered the room, looking rather amused, "Heh heh, poor Mattie. He looked like a nervous wreck. What'cha' got there Iggy?"

Britain grinned, "I have the perfect plan! We'll use amortentia!"

America looked confused, "Okay, what's amortentia?"

"A love potion," Britain stated proudly. He mentally patted himself on the back for being so clever.

America snorted, trying to hold back his laughter. An irritated look appeared on the Brit's face, "What!?"

America tried to think of a way of saying it without offending his lover, "Uh, do you think that that will really…work?"

"Of course it will work!" Britain said defensively, "I just need a bit of Canada's DNA. A good sample. Saliva tends to work best. It's difficult to get hair to mix in with the potion and it's rather unpleasant to drink, so that won't do…"

"A bit of Canada's DNA?"

"Yes. It will probably be easy to get some. Canada's having dinner with France so I just need a swab off of a fork or something-"

"Wait, you're going to sneak into France's house?" America asked.

Britain laughed, "Of course not!"

"Oh, okay. Well then how-"

"I'm going to have Flying Mint Bunny do it!...STOP BLOODY LAUGHING!"

France quickly lit the candles he had placed at the center of the dining room table. His eyes darted back and forth across the table, double checking to make sure he'd set everything up. He sighed in relief; everything looked ready to go.

"Ah. Thank you for ze help, Antonio!"

Spain stepped out of the kitchen, holding a glass of wine, "De nada."

"ACK! Don't drink the wine! Put that down!"

Spain took another sip, "This is good wine…" He quickly stepped back into the kitchen and set the half empty glass onto the counter.

France walked to the bathroom, checking his appearance in the mirror. He decided he looked all right. He was about to leave, but he paused. What was this look in his eyes? Anxiety? Was he… nervous?

His expression relaxed. Of course he wasn't nervous! He was the country of romance! This was old hat to him. There was just something about that adorable little Canadian. He knew it was l'amour. If only said Canadian was willing to accept it; the poor North American nation hardly knew a thing about love. France knew that love should never be forced on someone. It had to happen mutually; naturally between the two people. Sometimes l'amour was stubborn and needed a little help to get moving, but once the wheels started turning, there was no stopping it.

LA LA LA FRANCE PICKS UP CANADA:

France tapped his foot as he waited for Canada to arrive in the hotel lobby. After a few minutes, a visibly terrified Canadian stumbled out of the elevator.

"H-hello, Francis."

France slung his arm across Canada's shoulders. "Hello, mon cher, are you ready?"

"Um, I guess. D-do I look okay?" Canada asked.

"You look great, Mathieu," the Frenchman reassured him.

Canada smiled, "Thanks."

"So, Mathieu, what 'ave you been up to? I 'aven't seen much of you lately," France asked, setting down his fork, "You 'aven't been avoiding me, 'ave you mon petit canadien?"

Canada looked uncomfortable with this line of questioning, "No! That's not it, I-I-"

France put his hands up, "Oh, don't be silly, Mathieu. I am only joking."

"O-okay…"

France stood up, taking him and Canada's empty plates and heading off towards the kitchen, putting the plates in the sink. He sat back down at the table, "You remember what I told you during zat little talk we 'ad a while back, oui?"

Mathieu, you need to learn 'ow to speak up. No one can 'ear you if you do not say anything. If there is ever anything you need, just say so. I'm sure Amerique would be more zan willing to help you out when you need it. You have plenty of people who care about you. Zere is Angleterre, Cuba, and myself, of course.

You?

Why of course, mon cher. If you ever need anything –anything- I'll help you out.

Canada nodded, "Yeah…I do."

"Now, 'ave you been taking my advice." France asked.

Canada felt a subtle feeling of shame rise up in him, "I, um…"

France frowned, "Truthfully, Mathieu. Answer truthfully."

"No, I guess not," Canada answered, looking down.

Sighing, France reached over, taking the Canadian's hand, "Mathieu, you need to care for yourself. You are so shy. You are a powerful nation; you're one of the G8! But, you're too afraid to stand up for yourself. You're too afraid to even open your mouth-" France paused at this last sentence, images forming in his head.

Come on, Francis, get your mind out of ze gutter!

France cleared his throat, "Er, you need to open up more! Remember when Japan was isolationist? It took Amerique coming in and screwing with everyone to get 'im to open up to the world! And Japan was grateful after the fact! Quite a while after the fact, but still grateful."

Canada didn't say anything.

"Please? For me, Mathieu? Go out! Make friends! Find a lover!" France winked at the Canadian at that last bit, though Canada didn't seem to notice.

The younger nation stared at the table top, looking wistful. For a moment France felt defeated, until he felt the Canadian give his hand a small squeeze. France smiled, "So, will you try?"

Canada nodded, "I'll try. Thank you, Francis."

"Of course, Mathieu."

Meanwhile, Flying Mint Bunny was desperately searching the kitchen for a used utensil or glass. He had been disappointed to find that Canada and France had already finished their dinner and most of the dishware was sitting in water in the sink.

Ah ha! A wine glass!

Flying Mint Bunny spotted a half empty wine glass sitting on the counter. He just had to figure out to whom it belonged. He flew across the room to the archway separating the kitchen and the dining room. He peaked around the corner. The Frenchman had a wine glass, while the Canadian did not. Perfect.

Flying Mint Bunny pulled out a q-tip and carefully swabbed the rim of the wine glass. Now, he had to get it back to Britain.

Well, you can kinda see where this is going. By the way, I took the name Amortentia from Harry Potter, and I don't own Harry Potter, obviously (or Hetalia for that matter). Sorry, if this maybe wasn't as funny or random! I'll try to get more funny/random in the next chapter! So until next time, adios~