Hello, darlings~! I'm back again with another chapter! Thanks to everyone that reviewed, followed, or favourited, I really appreciate it! Sorry if the French is wrong, I cannot speak the beautiful language at all, and so I had to use Bing. I couldn't wait to write the part when France does what he does! Hetalia is the creation of the amazing and brilliant Hidekaz-Kun! I hope you guys like it! Well, enough of my silly chit chat, let's get to the interesting drama, yeah?

Canada looked up at the large building in front of him, the flags that had been hung for the world meeting blew softly in the wind. He walked up the steps getting half way up to the building, Kumajirou squirming in his arms a bit. Canada glanced behind him as he waited for his brother to get out of the cab. Both his brother and the driver of the taxi had looks of irritation on their faces. Alfred was talking fairly loudly and angrily at the driver. From the sounds of it, Alfred was telling the taxi driver that the price he was asking for was unreasonable, that it had only been 16 miles and having to pay almost 27 euros was ridiculous. Listening closer, Canada realized the driver was telling the 'obnoxious american,' as he put it, that he could not understand English. Matthew sat down Kumajirou, telling him not to move an inch, and walked over to the two at the taxi. He wanted to resolve this argument that had basically been caused by a small language barrier.

"Bonjour, monsieur," Matthew started, looking at the man with eyes of uncertainty. The drive looked around, wondering where the strangely accented voice was coming from. Canada sighed and waved his hand around to get the man's attention. It seemed to have startled the frenchman when he finally realized Canada was looking into the cab through the window. The man coughed and let out a small 'yes' in french. Canada formed a smile and continued to talk to the driver. "Il semble que vous sont ayant difficultés à comprendre mon frère. Si vous lui permettra, je peux traduire entre vous deux," Canada offered, wanting to help the man.

America just observed the two as they conversed in French. Becoming slightly upset that he was being so easily forgotten. "Hey, bro, what're you saying to this rude guy? Man, he's trying to get me to pay 27 dollars for that short ride! That unbelievable!" America stated getting a bit loud. Canada was in the middle of a sentence, telling the man that his brother did not mean to be rude, and that it was just a culture difference. Canada just glance at his brother and laughed at the irony of the two happening at the same moment. He looked back at the man and asked him for a minute to speak with his brother. The man smiled and nodded, his anger somehow disappearing because of the shorter, kind man.

"Alfred," Canada hissed, walking a bit aways from the taxi. "I am talking to the man about the price, and I'm apologizing for your rude behavior. Also it's euros not dollars, it's a different currency here," he said with with a hint of disappointment. Grabbing America's sleeve, Matthew pulled him back to the window and asked what he wanted to say to the man. America just said he wanted to know why the price was so high. Translating it to the man, Canada stood and listened to the man's response. "He says it's just the way the french cab system works, the cost of driving twenty five kilometers, plus the original fee, and tax ends it up at around twenty seven euros. Though you argued with me when I offered to pay earlier, I'll pay the difference between the american amount and french amount. So what ever you would pay in America for a taxi ride of the the same length, I'll subtract it from twenty seven euros." Canada explained in a way his brother would understand. With a confused expression on his face, Alfred agreed.

Taking out his wallet, Canada glanced at the taxi driver and smiled, at this rate they'll barely make it into the meeting before it starts. America handed the man twenty euros, surprising Canada that he had added all the costs of a replica ride in a taxi in America, and then converted it all to euros. Canada laughed, knowing America was smarter than he acted.

Matthew brought out seven euros and offered it to the man, but was surprisingly refused. The man let a sly smile play onto his lips, sending a shiver down Matthew's back. Canada looked at the man questionably, wondering why the man did not take the money. "Hmm, j'ai une meilleure idée. Je ne prendrai votre argent, en échange vous sortez avec moi ce soir?" the man asked, offering to take Canada out instead of taking his money. Leaning forward with a suggestive smile on his lips, he continued, "N'importe où vous voulez. Nous pouvons frapper l'un des nombreux clubs ici à Paris, ou peut-être sortir pour certains vin? Quelle est votre réponse?" Canada wanted to gag, but kept up his polite smile and shook his head, still holding out the money. He did not want to be around the man much longer, let alone go out with him to a club or for wine. The man insisted, telling him that it would a lot of fun and he would pay for everything.

Looking over to his brother for help, he was meet with an empty space, guessing his brother had decided to go on in. Canada swallowed and looked at the man, deciding within himself that he would have to do this. He shook his head again and said, "Je suis désolé, mais je ne peux pas sortir avec vous ce soir. Si vous allez m'excuser, j'ai une réunion pour se rendre à. Au revoir." Canada handed the man the currency and left. Briskly walking up the stairs, stopping to pick up Kumajirou, he glanced behind him to see if the man had left. That was not the case. The man had opened the taxi door and stood next to the car. It made Canada feel like he had gotten out just so he get a better look at him as he left.

Matthew quickened his pace and made it inside the building, walking straight past the security guards. His heart was beating so fast, he felt it was going to fall out. That guy really creeped him out. "Was I sending him signals saying I wanted to get hit on? I was just being polite. I guess here in France polite means 'I want you to hit on me.' I'll keep this a secret from France, I don't want him to know one of his own citizens asked me out and looked as if he wanted to follow me inside the building." Thinking back on the encounter almost creeped him out as much as what happened yesterday with Belarus. He made it to the meeting door to find it closed, meaning it had already started. "Maple!" Canada said under his breath, opening the door slowly, hoping no one would notice.

Peeking his head in, Canada saw only a few nations that noticed the door opening randomly. He opened the door just enough to let his body through. Shutting the door as silently as he could, he looked around for a open seat, the only one being between Ukraine and England on the other side of the room. Canada walked the long way to the seat, trying not to catch the attention of the other nations. He glanced around nervously, always feeling uncomfortable when having more than 4 eyes on him at a time. Finally reaching the seat, Canada sat down his folder and allowed Kumajirou to jump out of his arms, probably heading towards the snack table. He sighed out of relief as the number of eyes he felt on him slowly decreased to one. Thinking it was France looking at him, Canada glanced around searching for the frenchman. In his search his eyes came in contact with another pair of violet irises, the russian they belonged to looking at Matthew with an intensely puzzled stare. Becoming uncomfortable under Russia's gaze, Matthew quickly diverted his to something else.

Canada had missed the beginning of France opening statement for the meeting, so he had no idea what the first topic of the day would be. Figuring he would be able to just go along with it anyways, Canada brought out his paper and pencil and started writing down notes on every subject. After about an hour and a half, Alfred made an outburst during the subject of the chaos in Egypt and gotten into a fight with France and England. Everyone had agreed to taking a break, being ordered to report back to the meeting room after twenty minutes.

Matthew got up and stretched his muscles, looking around to find Kumajirou or one of his family members. Seeing the fluffy white fur of the polar bear at the edge of the snack table, Mathew walked over and picked up his companion, wiping off some orange crumbs off the fur around his snout. He slowly made his way out of the meeting room, wondering as to where France, America,and England had gone. Nations were all around the hall, some engaged in pleasant conversations with each others, while others just observed and waited for the meeting to start up again. Matthew was able to find America inside one of the other rooms chatting with Japan, and then England fusing with Scotland in the lobby of the building. But even after checking all of the rooms within distance of the meeting room, France was nowhere to be found by Canada.

There was only 10 minutes left to the break, so Canada decided to go back to the conference room and wait for the meeting to continue. He sat back down into his seat and looked at his notes, checking for any mistakes he might have made while writing them. A small shadow was cast onto the table from behind Canada, a gentle hand placing itself onto his shoulder. "Canada, my dear friend, how are you?" a soft, feminine voice spoke from behind him. Canada turned his head so he would be able to see the woman.

Ukraine was standing there, looking as lovely as ever. Her smile lightening up Matthew's mood considerably. Canada slowly stood up, continuing to hold onto Kumajirou, so they could face each other while talking. "Oh, hello, Katyusha. I am doing just fine, how about you? I heard about how your nation has not been getting much demand for exports lately." Canada paused, looking apologetically into Ukraine's blue eyes before continuing. "I was talking to my boss about a week ago, telling him about the situation going on in your country, asking if we could help out and import products from you. He said that since Canada is not under a recession anymore, we can reach out a helping hand and import from you!" Matthew said with an excited tone in his voice. He loved helping out other countries when they we in a tough situation. It was what he had done when Ukraine and the Baltics had become independent from the Soviet Union.

They stood there talking until France arrived back and told everyone the break was over and the meeting was to be continued. Looking at France with suspicious eyes, Canada wondered where he had gone, but decided it did not really matter. Canada laughed quietly, ridiculing himself for being worried for nothing. 'Heh, I really do worry too much,' Canada thought to himself, knowing it was the truth. He glanced at France as he talked from where they had left off from before the break. Other nations came up and presented certain topics. Luckily for Canada, this month they had not ask him to choose a topic to speak on.

The rest of the meeting went on with little interruption, most nations not wanting to stop it and make it last longer than it had to. Dismissing the conference, France walked away from the podium and started walking out of the room, not even glancing towards Canada as he rushed to grab his things and catch up to the frenchman. Matthew had to literally run to catch up to France. 'He must have an appointment with someone, I hardly ever see him rush like he is now,' Matthew thought as he caught onto France's sleeve, stopping him in his tracks. France, being a bit surprised by someone tugging on his sleeve, looked back to see a heavy breathing Canada holding onto Kumajirou a bit too tightly. "Oh, Matthieu, bonjour. What is it, cheri?" Francis questioned, looking at Canada with a curious look in his eyes.

Canada sat Kumajirou down and started to speak. "W-well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to a restaurant with me this afternoon? I was hoping we could go to the one we used to go to when I was still a colony, but that's if you want to of course," Canada stammered out, mentally cursing himself all the while. He looked up when he heard the soft chuckles France was letting out. The frenchman always did like to laugh at his embarrassment. Canada blushed and laughed almost inaudibly.

Looking at Canada, France nodded, informing the canadian that he would not be able to go until five because he had another meeting with someone. Canada looked at his watch and then back at France, thinking of what he could do for an hour to waste time. "Hmm, I could go to some of the shops around here while I wait, I saw this cute cafe down the road on the way here, too. And then when you're done with your meeting, you can text or call me and we can go out. Does that sound okay to you, Francis?" Canada asked. France agreed quickly, stating that he would contact him once it was over. He told Matthew goodbye and headed towards a hallway across the lobby.

When Canada had almost reached the door, he noticed his arms were lighter than they normally were. He looked down and realized his bear was nowhere in sight. Laughing to himself, Canada went back down the hallway near the meeting room to see there was no bear standing where he had left him. He started walking back towards the meeting room, feeling Kumajirou had headed for the table the snacks had been on during the conference. The bear had done exactly as Canada had thought he would. He was on top of the table sniffing for food. Canada could not help but laugh, the bear always seemed to be hungry. "I'm sorry for forgetting you Kumafima. I was distracted by France." Canada said, apologizing to his companion. The bear's only response was a monotonous, "Who are you?" Sighing, Canada walked over to him and picked him up, beginning to walk towards the front entrance again.

The smile that had crept onto Matthew's face soon disappeared when he walked out of the building. Standing there, leaning on the taxi, was the same creepy driver from before. His eyes brightened with a dangerous enthusiasm as he saw Canada finally show up. He knew that if he had waited long enough, the young man would show up again, even if he did have to wait 4 hours. Allowing a smile to creep onto his face, the man stood up completely and started to approach Canada.

Canada's first reaction to the man was complete and utter shock, and then it changed to fear. His fight or flight instincts kicked in and he ran as fast as he could into the building as he could, hoping the security would not allow the man access into the building. Running the direction France had gone, Canada looked around for any sign of him or his meeting room. Slowing down to a speed walk, Canada could hear voices coming from his left. Taking the left, Canada came to a door that was slightly ajar, hushed voices slipping through the door's crack. There was only one man, his french accent deep and husky, and a woman, it sounded as if she was giggling at something the man had said. Again setting Kumajirou on the ground, he listened coser. Canada recognized the man's voice to be France's. It surprised him that he was able to find France, and to find that his meeting was with a woman surprised him a bit more. Whatever was going on behind the door certainly did not sound like a professional meeting. If Canada had not been denying the thoughts, he would realize the voices sounded almost lustful.

Despite his best judgement to walk away from the door and ask France about it later, Canada opened the door a bit more. Having more room for his face, Canada peered into the room to a sight that made him sick to his stomach. That woman was backed up against the wall, France only mere inches from her. One of his hands had her arm pinned up against the wall above her head, the other ran up her leg, pushing up the pencil skirt she wore. France leaned forward and whispered something in her ear, making her blush but nod in agreement. He began kissing up and down her neck, her face showing the pleasure she was feeling. The hand that had been sliding up the woman's leg was now unbuttoning the silk blouse she wore.

Canada could only stand there silently, watching as the man he loved started unclothing another person and making them feel pleasure that should have only belonged to Canada. Tears streamed down his face, his heart feeling as if someone had taken a chainsaw and sliced it into small pieces. One of his hands reached up and grabbed at the cloth in front of his heart, the other touching at the tears that flowed out of his eyes. It was starting to get hard to breathe, and Canada could already tell he was becoming less and less silent as the intimate behavior continued in front of him.

France had taken his attention off of her neck and was now devouring her mouth. Moans, grunts, and the disgusting sound of tongues battling for dominance could be heard. The woman's shirt had finally been taken care of and her skirt was next. It would seem the woman had became impatient, and she had started undressing France as well. Feeling as if he was going to faint or throw up Canada bent over slightly, leaning on the door frame for balance. His movement had caused the door to move and make noise, making the two look over at the door with annoyance that they had been interrupted. France's glare soon changed to a wide eyed expression. France must not have expected the intruder to be Canada, but when he saw the look on his face, he knew he had done something horrible to his former colony.

Standing there for only a second, Canada revealed all he was feeling at once through the look in his eyes. His red, tear stained face showed a sadness that had never been seen on the canadian's face. Looking only at France, Canada said the words that did not fit his role in the situation. Whispering an almost inaudible, "I'm sorry," Canada gently closed the door, picked up Kumajirou, and started to run as fast as he could with Kumajirou in his arms towards the back entrance. It did not take him long to hear France's voice calling out to him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. Finding the back entrance Canada ran even faster around corner after corner, hoping to throw France off of his trail.

Almost falling a few times because of the impaired vision the tears gave him, Canada ran until his body could run no longer. He stopped at the edge of an alley, slipping in so that no one would notice him. He fell to the ground, basically dropping Kumajirou along with himself. He rotated his body so he would be able to hug his knees to his chest. His crying wouldn't stop, the tears seemed to be limitless. His heart hurt when it made a single beat. The pain was excruciating. He wanted it gone, but it did not leave even after an hour of sitting like that.

Kumajirou had been standing there right beside his human friend, one paw on his arm, even if the canadian was too numb to feel it. He nudged Canada's shoulder to get his attention, feeling he had to do something to help his friend, even if he could not remember his name. Canada looked up after five minutes of trying to get motivated to move. Kumajirou looked at Matthew with his beady eyes, a strange sense of understanding coming from them. Kumajirou tried to remember his friends name, it was always there in his mind, he just could remember it exactly. Taking in a deep breath, Kumajirou said, "Love you, Canadia," while patting his paw on Canada's face. Canada starred on as Kumajirou did this, his eyes somehow letting out more tears. He grabbed onto Kumajirou and brought him in for an embrace, crying into his fluffy fur. Between his heartbroken sobbing, Canada could only say one thing.

"It hurts, Kumajirou."

AH! Emily! You're such a mean person. Do you like putting Canada through these things?... Yes, yes I do! Ahaha, so you guys were right! France was cheating on him. It hurt me writing that last part, though it was still fun! Oh, and a funny thing while I was writing this. I had typed, "He looked down and realized his bear was nowhere in sight." and it was trying to change "bear" to "beard." Hehe, Canada's beard was nowhere in sight. Uh, anywho, thanks for reading! Tell me what you think if you wanna~!

Translation:

French-

"Bonjour, monsieur"- Hello, sir.

"Il semble que vous sont ayant difficultés à comprendre mon frère. Si vous lui permettra, je peux traduire entre vous deux"- It seems that you are having difficulty understanding my brother. If you will allow it, I can translate between you two

"Hmm, j'ai une meilleure idée. Je ne prendrai votre argent, en échange vous sortez avec moi ce soir?"- Hmm, I have a better idea. I will not take your money, in Exchange you go out with me tonight?

"N'importe où vous voulez. Nous pouvons frapper l'un des nombreux clubs ici à Paris, ou peut-être sortir pour certains vin? Quelle est votre réponse?"- Anywhere you want. We can hit one of the many clubs here in Paris, or perhaps go out for some wine? What is your answer?"

"Je suis désolé, mais je ne peux pas sortir avec vous ce soir. Si vous allez m'excuser, j'ai une réunion pour se rendre à. Au revoir."- I'm sorry, but I can't go out with you tonight. If you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend. Good bye.

"Matthieu, bonjour."- Matthew, hello.

"Cheri?"- Dear?