Chapter 4
Matthew was just outside the hotel on his way to find some food for Kumajirou when suddenly he remembered that he had no idea where anything was. "I guess I'll have to ask Britain," he thought to himself. He pulled his phone out and dialed Britain's number. He placed the phone to his ear and waited for the Englishman to pick up. Part of him hoped that he wouldn't. Britain was one of those countries that should remember who Canada was but didn't. A long time ago, he had looked up to Britain as a role model. He and France had fought a war over him. Canada helped Britain in countless battles during World War One and Two. You'd think that someone who was once king of the sea would remember one of his once most loyal allies. But since when was Canada memorable?
After two rings England picked up the phone. "Hello, Arthur speaking. May I ask who's calling?"
Matthew cleared his throat and said as loud as he could without screaming, "Uh, hi, Arthur, it's Matthew. I was just wondering-"
"I'm sorry, Matthew who?" Britain asked tiredly. It must have been a long conference for him too.
"Williams. Matthew Williams. I'm Canada? Alfred's brother?" Matthew tried desperately to avoid five minutes of reintroducing himself.
"Canada? Who the hell's Canada?" Matthew's face fell. Go figure.
"You know, hockey, polar bears, snow…?"
"Right, hold on," Arthur turned away from the phone and called "Francis! Do you know a Canada by any chance?" He put his ear back onto the phone, "Terribly sorry, sir, just one minute."
Matthew could hear through the other end running footsteps and Britain and France talking. "Francis, someone named Matthew Williams who claims he's something called Canada is on the telephone, do you know him?"
Canada heard the Frenchman gasp and say, "Oh, Matthieu! Give me the phone!" Arthur sighed and handed the telephone to Francis. "Bonjour, Matthieu! Comment tu m'as manqué!"
Matthew stuttered, "H-hello, Papa. Je vous ai manqué aussi." It felt nice to speak French again. He hadn't spoken in it in so long since he'd been too busy to visit Québec. In fact, he hadn't had time to visit any of provinces and territories in a long time (besides Ontario, but he was holed up in the capital Ottawa there).
"I knew you would! So why are you calling this English bastard?" France asked. Arthur yelled in the background, "I'm not a bastard, frog!" Francis answered, "Ohonhonhon yes you are. Now let me talk to Matthieu."
Matthew faltered a little and said, "I j-just needed to know where a grocery s-store is."
"Is that so? Well, mon cheri, I can most certainly help you! I was just about to go shopping! Maybe afterwards we can go out for a nice dinner, although I doubt Britain has any food that's remotely as delectable as mine, honhonhon."
Matthew frowned a little at the dinner part. Last time he and France had dinner together, things got a little…out of hand. But how could he say no to his Papa? "Uh, s-sounds great. I-I'm at the hotel right now."
"Well then, I'll be right over! Au revoir!" France said wistfully. Britain yelled in the background, "Now can you tell me who the hell Canada is?"
Matthew whispered a farewell and shut the phone off. He wondered why out of all the countries, France remembered him the most. Yes, he knew that Canada was initially a French territory, but he was with Britain for a longer period of time. In fact he had been a British Commonwealth until the 1960's; and yet the Englishman had forgotten all about him.
Fifteen minutes later, a red convertible pulled up at the hotel where Canada sat on a bench thinking about his nonexistent relationships with the countries. France smirked and yelled, "Well don't just sit there, come on!" He was wearing a simple white button down shirt with a few of the buttons undone, black pants and dark sunglasses. Canada had to admit, his older brother did look good.
Matthew smiled a little and climbed in the seat beside France. "Hi, Papa."
Francis grinned and ruffled the Canadian's hair. "Hello, Matthieu. So you say you need to find a grocery store?"
Matthew nodded, "Yes, my polar bear, Kumakun, needs something to eat."
France started the engine. "I never understood your love of polar bears, mon cheri," he said as he backed out onto the street, "I've always been more of a bird person, myself." As if on cue, Pierre (France's bird) popped his head out of a cup holder. He chirped and France patted his head. "Bonjour, Pierre! I haven't seen you in so long! Say hi to mon petit frère, Matthieu." The bird looked at the Canadian chirped happily and fluttered onto his head.
Matthew blushed and looked up, "Oh, hey, little guy." He had always had a way with animals. Sometimes it seemed that they were the only ones who would consistently remember him (with the exception of Kumajirou, of course).
Francis glanced over from the road and smiled, "He likes you." Pierre nibbled at Matthew's hair. The Frenchman chuckled, "He really likes you." A small smile began to climb up Matthew's face. This felt…nice. And then… "Probably because you have sexy hair like mine!" Francis had to make it weird.
Matthew's smile faltered a little, "Uh, yeah…thanks?" The bird had begun to nestle into his hair, twirling in circles like a dog.
"Ohonhonhonhon, you are most certainly welcome!" Francis laughed and casually swung an arm across Canada's shoulder. "I just got an idea," Francis's voice suddenly dripped with seductiveness, his hand idly playing with Canada's hair, "How about we skip the groceries and you come to my room where I can make you a luxurious dinner of truite sauté sauce amere, and then we can... chat over a glass of wine?"
Matthew tensed at his older brother's touch, "I… uh…" On one hand, he would be alone in a hotel room with a pervy Frenchman that would most likely resolve in some sort of making love. On the other hand, truite sauteé sauce amere was one of his favorite French dishes, it was trout so Kumajirou could have some of the leftovers, and he didn't have anything better to do anyways. "Th-that sounds great, France."
The Frenchman squeezed the Canadian's shoulder and smiled, "Merci, mon cheri, merci. We're going to have so much fun!"
A.N.~~ Hi guys! Sorry it's taken me a long time to get the new chapter up... and sorry it's kinda short... ya know with homework and stuff its been stressful... Anyway so France has made his debut in my story XD! He's so funny. Thanks for reading :3
Translations:
Comment tu m'as manqué: How I've missed you
Je vous ai manqué aussi: I've missed you too
Mon petit frère: My little friend
Merci: Thank you
Mon cheri: My dear
