Live long and prosper. Okay, I know I am supposed to be on hiatus, but I wrote this in advance in case I had wifi, like I do now! Sorry for the short chapter. There is only one scene, but I just love Franada so much! By the way, if anyone has any suggestions, don't be afraid to comment or PM me. I'm kinda stuck...Urg. I'm speaking to you from the past (hi future self) because my iPod cannot edit these documents. Urg. I honestly do not know how my trip will turn out [but I can bet my American stars and stripes that it is going to be a blast] so I am leaving you with this! Please enjoy chapter 3!
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Krystal Ravenwing: I hope you enjoy this tail (see what I did there. Neehjdffds). I'll try to get out of my writer's block and buckle down for more chapters.
Warnings: Some language.
Disclaimer: You wouldn't want to know what would happen if I owned hetalia...
"I feel like an idiot," Matthew grumbled looking into one of the full length mirrors in his new bedroom. His reflection showed himself wearing a golden tunic wrapping around his usually bare chest and a crown of flowers tangled in his golden locks. From afar, he could pass as a mermaid, not a merman.
"You look like one too." He raised a golden eyebrow arch at Angelique as she deadpanned "I am merely kidding."
"Somehow I find that hard to believe," he muttered watching the tunic flow as he swam around the room. His room was quite similar to his old room. A dome roof over his head and columns to hold it up. The only difference was the gold encrusted bed instead of one made of marble. He was definitely in one of the higher ranked rooms. Possibly one that should belong to a Prince or even a ruling partner. "Is this all even necessary?"
She placed a finger to his lip. "Sh. You look gorgeous!"
His purple eyes simply glowered. "You really think so?" Not that he actually wanted to impress the King, perchance. Instead, he wanted to get on his good side. Yes, that must have been why he asked.
Angelique nodded allowing her brown locks to dance beside her. "Now run along. You have a date!" she exclaimed waving him off as if she was his mother.
Matthew sighed before opening the large double doors and swam across the hallway to Francis' room. I should just run, he thought. "Mathieu!" Francis exclaimed opening the doors wide. He looked quite like Matthew, which led him to believe that he was getting the royal treatment, as if he was not already royalty before. Francis was dressed quite pompous in a golden, almost dress like, tunic with a gold crown sitting atop his head. "And look, I brought coral for you from the Eastern Pacific."
"Lovely," Matthew said taking the bouquet of various colored corals and into his petite hands. Eastern Pacific? He thought nobody has ever gone to the Eastern Pacific just for me!
"Ah, only the best for my Mathieu," he said charmingly.
"That's sweet," Matthew said, his voice cracking slightly. He had never had this much attention at home, especially since he was overlooked by his twin. Or as everyone else called him 'the better brother' in all aspects.
"Well, I bet you are hungry. I know a nice restaurant on the top of theParistower. I hope you are not too mindful of being too close to the surface."
"Not at all," he remarked.
He clapped his hands together cheerfully. "Good. It has the most lovely fish, or if you prefer seaweed or-"
"Fish sounds good," he said small, in an effort to stop Francis' ramblings; even if they were a bit endearing.
Francis smiled. "I knew you would like it! Now come on," he said grabbing Matthew's small hand and dragging him to the restaurant.
Francis was indeed right that the restaurant was close to the surface. Much closer than Matthew ever intended to be after the incident. The tower was shaped similar to the human letter 'A' with industrial style beams holding the structure together in triangle patterns. It was like nothing theWesternKingdomcould compare to. Except maybe the skyscrapers towering the Capitol. But other than that, there was simply nothing as magical. "Two," Francis said holding up two fingers for the host.
"Big brother Francis!" the cheery host exclaimed tackling Francis in a giant hug. He had an odd accent which hailed from theMediterranean Sea. Also, his ginger colored hair had a stray curl sticking out from his left side. "Ve~ and who is your date?"
"This is Mathieu. Mathieu, say hi to Feliciano," he said introducing the two informally.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance," Matthew said bowing politely. Shit, he thought to himself. "Sorry about that," he said small and buried himself into his clothes. That was obviously Western Kingdom, was it not?
"Nonsense, that was adorable," Francis encouraged and kissed his hand, flourishing a light blush to tint his pale cheeks.
"So you are from the Western Kingdom! What is it like?" Feliciano asked with a wide grin across his tanned face.
"I'm not from the Western Kingdom. My mother was. I just inherited her accent," Matthew said hastily and recoiled.
"How dare you make such harsh judgments!" Francis said scolding Feliciano with a playful slap to his shoulder. "My Mathieu is far above the uncivilized Western Kingdom!"
"It's okay," Matthew said putting a limp arm around Francis' muscular one. "It is a common mistake."
His cobalt eyes narrowed. "Very well. Feliciano, I would like a nice table for tonight."
"Of course, big brother," he said with a salute and motioned for the two to follow his ruby tail.
"So, is Feliciano really your little brother?" Matthew asked while settling in to his chair. The table was designed in a triangle shape, with a white silk lining printed with a painting of the Paris tower.
He shook his head once. "Related, nonetheless. But who wouldn't want to be related to me?" he asked throwing his hands into the air vividly.
I could name a few, Matthew thought silently to himself. "Is it hard to rule a Kingdom?" he asked to make small talk. Actually he was quite curious, since his father would barely give him the time of day anymore.
"Of course, my dear. That is why I am glad you accepted my offer for a date. You see, it is just as stressful as you would imagine, especially because of that silly war with the Western Kingdom."
"Then why not just end the war?" Matthew asked as a subtle hint.
Francis slumped into his seat and shrugged. "I would if I could. That pesky King of theirs refuses to listen. He thinks we are to blame for his grandfather's capture by humans."
That is certainly not true, Matthew thought to himself. "Well, we must look beyond our past mistakes."
"That is very wise of you, Mathieu. However, that King has no love in his heart. He is cold and ruthless."
I wonder who that sounds like, he thought to himself. "Does he not have two children? He must care for them."
"That is true. He showers them as if they were treasures. I have never seen either in my life. But I know his older son stole my Arthur away."
I am the older son! Why does everyone think I am the younger one, Matthew thought angrily completely ignoring the fact that Francis was bashing his own twin. "That is terrible," he gasped convincingly.
Francis nodded. "I know. And worst of all, he will probably end up ruling alongside that evil Kingdom. And there is nothing I can say to convince him otherwise!" His face fell into his hands and tears rolled down his fair cheeks.
"Francis, please, do not cry," Matthew said cringing at the other's tears out of sympathy.
He patted Matthew's golden locks and sniffled "thank you, Mathieu. I am glad I can always rely on you." There was a pregnant pause before he exclaimed "Mathieu, look, dancing!" Francis pointed to the other merpeople at the middle of the ballroom swaying along to a waltz. "Would you care to join me?" he held out his hand for the other to take.
"I do not know how to dance," he said cowardly not wanting to make a fool out of himself in front of the King.
"Nonsense!" Francis exclaimed and pulled the smaller blonde out onto the wood tiled dance floor alongside the other multihued merpeople. "Now, you just put one hand on my waist and the other in my hand."
Matthew nodded obediently and placed his clammy hand into Francis'.
"There you go," Francis encouraged. "Now, just follow my motions."
Matthew nodded once more, and stared at his tail to make sure he was following his motions correctly. He wouldn't want to fall onto his face or make a mistake in front of Francis.
Francis lifted Matthew's chin and stated "look into my eyes. Your tail will know what to do."
Matthew bit his lip and gazed into Francis' sea blue eyes. After moments of dancing, Francis relaxed and rested his head of Matthew's shoulder. Right now, there was no war, no strife, no Eastern or Western Kingdoms. There was only Matthew and Francis, two merpeople in love.
TBC...?
Author's Notes: I know, you are probably thinking how nobody could fall in love THAT fast. But, it is merely a story and I do not want it to be too long. Maybe ten chapters? Urg. Unless you beg for more...Also, I do not have any clue on the war between the West and East. Any ideas? I just made up some silly thing that Francis believes is the reason, but I need a true and honest reason. It seems stupid to go to war over something so trivial. But then again, humans are the worst punishment of all. By the way, I think my sister found my page. /Sadface/ Lesson learnt: do NOT use her computer and then forget to sign off. Fuck. But she said I was a good writer, even though I am not O_O Kudos to you wonderful readers and reviewers! Next chapter might have some more UsUk, or not. Maybe not. I like Franada. Actually, Canada is my favorite character (don't judge me).