chapter 1: missing you

Canada's POV

I grab my jacket and run out the door. fuck, I'm late again. Not that anyone will notice, but still.

Thank god that the meeting is in the hotel. I walk to the elevator and ride to the lobby. I take a left and head towards the grand ballroom. The only room large enough to hold all the countries.

I walk into the conference room and sit next to Francis.

"Matthieu," he cheers. " how's my favourite Canadian Doing?"

"I-I'm fine," I say meekly, "how are you, papa?"

He pulls me onto his lap. "I'm great," he whispers in my ear. "I missed you though, I haven't seen you in so long."

I blush and squirm in his lap. " I missed you too," I mumble. "But the world meeting is not the place to discuss this."

He pouts and squeezes my butt. "But Matthieu," he whines and puts his arms around me." when iz zhe right time?"

"Come to my room after the meeting," I say." And could you put me down?"

France's POV.

"Non," I smile and kiss his porcalyn doll face.

"Fine," he groans and finally relaxes. "Just no funny business, ok?"

"Oui," I look at him. " I promise you, mon ami. No funny business."

Authors note: I'm sorry this is so short... It's my first piece ever posted and it looked a lot longer when I wrote it. So please don't hurt me -hides behinds russia- but please tell me if you do!

-M