On the way to Canada's house-
After the conflict at the Allied Powers Meeting, France is currently driving his little ex-colony home. Canada with a pair of really red eyes is thinking about what happened. After a while he really wanted to know why most of the countries there turned on America did. He squeezed on to a sleeping Kumajirou.
"Papa." Canada quietly said to France.
France turned towards Canada and asked him, "What is it, mon petit Matthieu?"
"Um, why did you and Ivan say all those terrible things to Alfred?" Canada stared at France waiting for an answer.
"Matthieu." France started, trying to think of what to say. "You know how me, Russia, and Arthur (when he remembers you) care about you.
Canada nods, which made his glasses, fall off a bit. He pushed them up and continued listening to France.
"We…. We were trying to protect your feelings from getting hurt more than." France paused a bit. He lowered his head and said. "Than the time you left me. I never want to see it again. Arthur saw that face when he took you from me. Russia knew that face because of the Cold War. All of us including your other friends don't want to see you that sad, right?"
"I understand." He smiled a bit but it quickly fell. "Alfred is my brother. He is one of the only who remembers me the most because we grew up together. He may be all the things you and Ivan said but Alfred is family. I have to accept him no matter what. Like how I accepted that Arthur's cooking is horrible and how you streak…a lot, but the both of you are my family." Canada smiled at France once again.
France sighed. They were closing into Canada's house. He turned to Canada and looked at him with sad eyes.
"I just want what's best for you. I know that you suffered a lot under both mine and Arthur's reign. I was barely ever there because I was so busy." France face sunk and then he continued. "Arthur, well, he favored L'Amerique more and you had to eat his atrocious cooking. You're lucky to be alive."
Canada let out a bit of a giggle. France noticed this and it cheered him up.
"And Matthieu, did you know that one time I saw his food crawl off the plate?" France joked around trying to keep Canada happy.
"Seriously? I kind of believe that." Canada laughed. France smiled so wide and was so happy, he almost cried.
France pulled into Canada's driveway. They got out of the car and France walked with a giggling Canada to the front porch. Canada turned to face France.
"Papa, at least do me a favor." Canada stopped laughing but was still smiling.
"Anything for you, mon cheri." France said to him.
"Can you at least apologize to Al? Because he had such a bad day today and I at least don't want him to be sad because of me." Canada smiled a sad smile, looking at France like a little abandoned puppy.
France, who could not resist these violet puppy eyes, immediately replied. "Yes, of course. If it will make you happy."
Canada smiled a happy one this time. "Merci, Papa."
France bended down and kissed Canada on the cheek. Canada blushed.
"Matthieu, remember this. I will always want what's best for you. And I will kill anyone who makes you cry. Only this time I will not. Because, you do not want him dead." France said this and left in his car.
Canada was left there blushing and at the same time thinking of what France just said.
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