Canada knew it. The moment he left the World Meeting Conference Room, he knew that his life was going to change dramatically. Whether it was the breaking of his shoelaces, dropping Kumajiro on the stairs, or seeing Heracles' collection of black cats that hissed at him as he walked by—something told him that something wasn't going to be good.
Maybe the fact that someone had yelled his name and grabbed his hand as he tried to leave in a taxi also contributed.
Someone that he couldn't have known better.
France. Francis Bonnefoy.
Canada had a crush on him. Everyone knew that. Everyone except for France himself. People keep on coming up with new reasons as to which why the country of love can't detect love from around him. The newest one that was a hit amongst the nations was because France was too busy trying to make himself look spiffy and good-looking that he didn't have the time to notice his surroundings. Which both made sense and didn't.
So when France declared on the porch steps of the World Meeting Conference Hall that he wanted Canada to date him, Canada pushed every bit of his remaining self-protection out and did the only reasonable thing: he ran away.
England and America had tried to chase Canada back, but after about five minutes of chasing, they stopped to let England catch his breath. During that short two minutes of breath-catching, Canada had already run away, and England had cussed "The bloody hell with that frog!" sixteen times.
This isn't the normal haha, you chase me I chase you love story. This is a tragic love story of a tug-a-war love. This is a story of tears and smiles, of sunshine and rainy days, of good food and bad food. This is love.
This is Franada.
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