Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia – Or Canada/France either.
Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first Franada fanfic, so… I hope it's okay~ I used the translator a lot, but I also had my mom/sister help, since they've had four years of French each. :D
Warning: Yaoi~ XD, fluff, and human names~
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-Matthew's POV-
I walk along the lockers, glancing down at the numbers, trying to find mine. I hold my books up against my chest, trying to hide myself from the massive crowds coming in from classrooms.
1193... 1194... 1195... That's when it clicks - I'm in the wrong wing! My locker is 4195! Our school separates the lockers into thousands intervals, and I was in the wrong hallway. I turn around, dashing through people's ways, going to the 4000- wing. I sigh, exhausted when I get there, and start glancing at the numbers.
4190, 4191- I look and see Gilbert Beilschmidt leaning up against locker 4192, Antonio Carriedo leaning up against locker 4193, and Francis Bonnefoy leaning up against his locker, locker 4194. I avoid all eye contact with them and start spinning my combo into my locker.
"Yo, Francis. I didn't know you had Williams as a locker buddy..."
"How un-awesome." I hear the "Bad Touch Trio" snicker before Gilbert comes over and grabs my collar on my red sweatshirt. I squeak and drop my books, out of shock. I don't turn around; I just continue putting my books into my locker. "Hey Jones, why don't you look at the awesome me?"
I ignore him but Gilbert makes a 'hmph' in the back of his throat. His phone starts playing "I'm Awesome" by Spose. "Dammit, Ludwig's bothering me. He says I have to be by his car in three minutes otherwise he's locking me in the basement with Liz, so... I'm gonna go, see ya Toni, Francis." He grabs my hood again and smirks. "Bye Williams~"
Antonio sees his boyfriend and cries out his name, running after him. "Lovi! Lovi!"
I finish putting my books into my bookbag and I stand up, zipping it up. It's so freaking heavy...!I'm about to close my locker when I realize I forgot Kumajirou in there. I glance around, looking at Francis and Yao (who was on the right of me). Francis was putting his books into his bag and I quickly grabbed Kumajirou. I hold him close to me, like my books, and close my locker.
"Matthieu! Attendez-vous!" I hear Francis say in his French accent. I turn around, knowing he said 'wait up', and I look at him confused.
"Uh... D-Dépêchez-vous," I say, and then realizing I sound rude, I add, "S-S'il vous plaît..." He looks at me and closes his locker.
"I just needed to talk to you, ma chérie~" Why did he call me his 'darling'? I sigh, shaking it out of my head. "Anyway, sorry about my friends... They're usually not like that." The sparkle in his eye told me he was... Actually meaning it. I look down and nod.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm used to it, honnête." I say, looking up at him. He smiles and I look down again. "Why are you so nice when you're not with your friends?"
"Eh? Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire?" I sigh, shaking my head.
"I didn't mean to say that."
"Okay then... How about I make it up to you? Come with me - me only - to the mall, just to hang out this weekend. S'il vous plaît?" He asks and I look up, bewildered. He's asking me to hang out with him?
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. What do you say, chérie?"
I sigh. "Oui. Bien sûr, je vais..." He smiles and I look down again.
"I'll pick you up at eleven AM, tomorrow, that okay?"
"Oui." I say and he grabs my hand, kissing my knuckles. I sigh and blush slightly, looking away. "I have to go now." I say awkwardly and push away, walking down the hallway. After passing through the door, I run to the bus.
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I get on the bus, walking to the back. Natalia's foot is accidently out, and I trip over it. She yelps and I fall; Arthur extends his arms and catches me. "Sorry Matthew," She says before zoning her attention span to her brother, Ivan. Arthur moves his stuff and lets me sit by him.
"Thanks for catching me..."
"You're welcome~" He says and looks at Alfred, who was looking out the window. "Git, what's wrong?" He says sourly, his British accent shining through thickly.
He looks at us and puts on a fake smile. "Nothing, dude, of course there's nothing wrong!" I know that smile is fake... Does he think that... Arthur and I-?
"Alfred. Tell me now." Arthur says, looking at him and Alfred ignores him, going on some rant about how he is a Hero and that he didn't get a detention this time for not doing his homework. "You wanker, you always get a detention, how come not this time?"
"I dunno." He shrugs. "Hey, Canada, don't forget, you have hockey practice tomorrow." I pale.
"What? When?" I say, climbing across Arthur and glaring at Alfred.
"Dude, I thought you knew! It's at four-thirty AM." I sigh, relieved. "And then you have a game at eleven." I glare at him; how could I forget?
"Are you kidding me?" I say, sitting back on the seat and I glare out the window. Francis is getting into his car, and I hit the window, trying to get his attention. When he doesn't look up and the bus starts pulling away, I grab my bookbag (that fell to the floor) and grab my phone. "Hey, um... do any of you have... Francis's phone number?"
Arthur glares at me. "Why do you need that frog's phone number?"
"Uh... Je ne sais pas! Je viens de le voulez, d'accord? Je ne peux pas mentir très bien!" I squeak out nervously, cowering slightly. Both my brother and Arthur look at me, and I sigh. "I-I... I was just curious..."
"I-I think Yao has it..." Alfred says and pulls out his phone. He texts Yao and snaps his phone shut. "Hopefully he'll respond; I think Kiku is driving this time."
Kiku and Yao, as well as Im Yong Soo, take turns driving their car home. They always switched back and forth. Arthur sighs, plugging in his iPhone. Alfred grabs an earphone and Arthur grabs it back, pouting slightly. Alfred grabs his arms (causing Arthur to squeak) and drags him over onto his seat, making him sit by the window. He grabs his earbud again and Arthur just sighs frustrated, letting it go and letting him listen to the music.
"Hey Alfie?" I ask, looking at my brother. "Did Yao respond back?"
"You really want his number, don't you?" He asks and I nod. He checks his phone and hands me it; I look at the message, seeing the number, and I add it to my phone.
"Thanks." I say, handing it back to him. He nods and smirks.
I open up my phone, calling him, so he's not texting while he's driving. I mean... Calling isn't the best, but...
I wait, but all I get is his voicemail, so I leave a message. "Bonjour, Francis? Um, it's Matthew. I, uh, have hockey practice at four AM, and then I have a game at 11 AM, which I didn't realize before I made plans with you, so maybe we can reschedule for maybe another time, or day? That'd be great, because I really want to spend some time with you, so... yeah, okay? Call me... Au revoir..."
I hang up, glancing at the two in the seat. Alfred blushes when Arthur touches his hand accidently, trying to grab the iPhone. I grip onto Kumajirou tightly, holding him against my chest. I glance at my phone, knowing calling him wasn't such a good idea, but I stare at the background (a picture of polar bears). I stick my phone back into my pocket and play nervously with my hands. A young girl, probably a freshman, looks at me.
"Are you alright?" She says, and I look at her weirdly.
"Wh-who are you...?"
"Monica Bonnefoy."
"Francis's sister?" I ask.
She nods her head. "You know, you could've asked me his number. Although, he was grounded until today, so he should get his phone back today, unless he does something wrong... Why are you nervous?"
"Monica, who are you talking to?" I hear a blonde say and she turns, looking at me. "Matthew? Why are you shaking?"
Bailey? I didn't even know she knew who I was.
"Bailey," A deep voice says in front of me and she (or Monica) doesn't look back at me. I sigh again, looking at my phone, dying to see a message: a text, a call, anything!
Nothing appeared on the screen. I sigh to myself. 'Think of what Monica said... He was grounded and won't get his phone back until today.'
I sigh for the billionth time today and look out the window, holding onto Kumajirou as tight as humanly possible. Just get me off this bus, please...!
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"Matthieu! Attendez-vous!" – Matthew! Wait up!
"Dépêchez-vous, s'il vous plaît ..." – Hurry up, please…
"ma chérie" – My darling
"honnête" – Honest
"Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire?" – What do you mean?
"Oui. Bien sûr, je vais..." – Yes. Sure, I will…
"Je ne sais pas! Je viens de le voulez, d'accord? Je ne peux pas mentir très bien!" - I don't know! I just want it, okay? I can't lie very well!
"Au revoir..." – Goodbye…
Monica – Monaco
Bailey – Belgium
Nat – Netherlands
