(Chapter) Stranded: Room 403 [Franada]
"What?" France peered at the piece of paper that Russia held up, and saw his name sitting solo next to the number 403. "Aw, why don't I get a roommate?" The other nations looked at him quizzically, wondering if he really didn't know why they wouldn't assign someone to sleep in the same room as him. He looked around and sighed. "Fine..." The blond started up the stairs, and felt a small tug at the back of his shirt.
"Uh... Papa?" Canada stood on the stair behind France, and looked up at him with unintentional puppy eyes. "I didn't get a room... Could I stay with you, since you don't have a roommate?" France smiled.
"Bien sûr, mon cher..."* Canada understood what he had said, speaking quite a bit of French himself.
"Yay, thanks, Papa!" He hugged his 'father', and they proceeded up to their room. Stepping inside the door marked '403', France moved behind Canada, draping his arms lazily around the smaller country's shoulders.
"Mon cher, why don't we just forget the separate beds and share one? I promise I won't keep you awake for too long~" Canada's face turned a bright red as France leaned down to gently peck one of his cheeks. "Besides, you're so cute when you're embarrassed." Canada's lips quivered slightly as the situation got more and more awkward, as the older nation got closer and closer to molesting him. He drew in a sharp breath though his nose as France nibbled his ear lightly, but didn't go any further. Instead, he pulled back chuckling in his French way and walked over to one of the beds.
"Ohonhonhon, Matthew, you're so adorable, really. You thought I was serious. Ha! I mean, you're cute, and all, but I would never-" The Frenchman was stopped by nervous Canadian lips on his own. It was a short, first kiss, at least for Canada, and he pulled away blushing.
"Je t'aime, Papa..."**
*"Of course, my dear."
**"I love you"