Disclaimer:I do not own Hetalia or their characters and neither does Author Hikairi.
Chapter 2
Matthew Williams and Francis Bonnefoy were making their way home from work. The both of them worked at a bakery near the school which was owned by Tino and Berwald, possibly the happiest couple they've ever seen, besides the creepy stare that seems forever plastered on Berwald's face. Matthew and Francis worked as the bakers and were well known by the customers for their baking skills and other less appropriate things which were always caused by Francis while Matthew just sort of faded into the background.
That day, the both of them stayed back later than usual just to finish up a ridiculously large cream and pink cake ordered by some Polish guy by the name of Felix. Tino tried to convince Francis to finish it the next day but he was too determined to complete it and with Matthew by his side, the cake turned out wonderfully. Too fancy for the Francis's taste but he was still proud. 'Mon Dieu, my back is aching terribly,' Francis complained, rubbing his sore back while Matthew walked beside him. Laughing, Matthew replied, 'You complain too much. You're starting to sound like an old man.' 'But I was working on the cake the whole time and it was such a big one too. I guess all the hard work paid off, oui?' The Frenchmen smiled. Matthew nodded in agreement.
As they strolling past shops through the cold night, Matthew started to wonder what time it was. Since he had been too caught up helping Francis with the cake, he hadn't bothered to check the time. Matthew didn't want his parents or Alfred worrying about him either, if they noticed anyway. But as soon as he looked at his watch, he knew he was going to have to do some explaining to his parents (if they noticed anyway). 1 hour late is way too long for his liking! 'Francis, I need to get home quick! My parents are probably wondering where I am.' He looked at Francis worriedly. Francis understood. He had known Matthew's family long enough to know how hectic they were. 'Well the fastest route to get to your house is through the park. I'll accompany you, if you want~?' Matthew eyed Francis suspiciously. ' If you do anything funny you know I could just call Al.' Francis decided it was a good time to shut up and just lead the way, Matthew following close behind.
The Frenchmen didn't really want to do anything bad to Matthew, he honestly just wanted his friend safe and he knew the blonde didn't like walking alone at night. There are a lot of things Francis knew about Matthew and its totally not stalker-ish or anything! He just cared for the boy.
Soon enough they were at the park trying to find the right path that leads to the other end. The night was getting colder and Francis could see Matthew starting to shiver. Not wanting him to get cold, Francis unwrapped his scarf and placed it around the Canadian's shoulders from behind him. Matthew held on to the scarf and gave Francis a confused look. He chuckled and ruffled Matthew's hair, 'It'll be terrible if you caught a cold, non? You can have my scarf for the time being, I don't mind at all.' 'Oh um, thanks. I was getting rather cold anyway,' Matthew replied, wrapping the scarf around his neck and hiding his face in it to prevent Francis from seeing any signs of blushing.
Contrary to what people say, Matthew actually likes Francis and thinks him to be rather charming at times. Even if he does do things people rather not want or see, he still has his good points like showing genuine care for his friends and their well-being.
After navigating their way through the park, they were finally nearing the other end of the place. The lights from the lamppost softly illuminated the surrounding nature and the cool breeze gave everything a relaxing tone. However, something else could be heard and it didn't fit with the calmness of the park. Matthew heard this and was curious. Nudging his companion to follow him, they followed the sound which led them to a near-by bench. As Matthew though, someone was indeed sobbing. Whoever that person was, she had her face buried into her hands and brunette hair swept across her face messily. Francis couldn't help but notice something familiar about the girl. Wanting to at least know why the girl was crying and see if he could try and comfort her, Matthew went closer while Francis stood behind him curiously. 'E-excuse me, Miss, but are you alright? 'The brunette jumped from the sudden speech and looked up at Matthew with wide, wet eyes. As the light shone on the girl's face, Francis knew exactly who she was.
'Liz… Elizaveta?'
A/N: Yush, it is me, Author Naira at your service! Terribly sorry if the POVs and the third-persons are confusing; I'm not used to POVs and more of the latter. (I feel British now) And yes, I love fluffy scarf moments! Its so adorable x3 R&R please? It will be much appreciated!
-Author Naira :I
