A/N: Wow this story has reached 1,000 views and it's almost to 50 follows, thank you all so much. Ahhhh all of the reviews and follows make me feel super special! You have no idea how much it means to me, especially on my first fanfiction.

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter so I hope you enjoy Chapter 7


"Bonjour, Matthieu! Bonjour, Alfred!"

"Good morning, Antoinette," Matthew yawned.

"Antoinette? Who is this Antionette?"

"Eh?"

Canada sat up jolt upright, and whipped his head around only to find himself face-to-face with Francis. Crap. Matt, you're screwed, Matthew's inner voice commented.

"Ohonhonhonhon, could this Antionette be your lover?" Francis smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Canada, now fully awake, screeched loudly and threw his pillow at France. "France! No! Shut up! It's nothing like that!"

"Awwww, mon petit is in love," gushed the Frenchman. He grabbed the other nation's hands and went frighteningly serious. "If she ever hurts you in any way you can trust me when I say that I will make sure she-"

"Francis!" Matthew wiggled his hands out of Francis's death grip and rested them on the shoulders of the older male. "Antionette is just a girl I met last night. I hardly know her!"

France pouted thoughtfully, "I didn't think you were into those kinds of things Matthieu. I am shocked."

At this, Matthew literally facepalmed and let out a sigh, attempting to control his anger and frustration. He narrowed his pretty blue eyes and, decided to change the subject.

"Why are you here… and how did you get in my hotel room in the first place?"

With a sheepish smile, the Frenchman held up a lockpick. "I did it for a good cause!"

"How the hell is wishing me a "good morning" and then tormenting me about my love life a good cause?" Canada yelled. He was not in the mood for this. It was too early and he still had to sort out his feelings with Prussia. Not only that but Canada had a world meeting full of arguing and being ignored to look forward to. Don't forget being the designated driver at Francis's party, Matthew's annoying inner voice added.

"I did it to make sure you were okay!" Francis defended. "Alfred told me about the fall you had a few days ago and I just wanted to confirm you weren't still hurt."

Now Matthew felt bad. Way to be the villain Matthew. You probably hurt his feelings, the inner voice bashed.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry. I'm just…I'm not in the best mood today."

"I can see that."

"Why are you guys being so loud?" Alfred mumbled, half asleep.

"Bonjour Alfred!" Francis said cheerfully.

"'Mornin'"

Suddenly, an alarm went off. After about two minutes of deafening beeping, Alfred located the source of the beeping (his phone) and turned it off with a moan.

"That was announcing that there's two hours until the World Meeting."

"Mon Dieu! I better get going then. See you at the meeting~!" With that, Francis had left and Alfred claimed the shower, leaving Matthew to retrieve breakfast from the buffet on the bottom floor.


"Il est bon de vous revoir!" Antoinette greeted. Today instead of having her hair in a short ponytail, her dark blonde locks hugged the side of her face and dipped below her chin in a medium bob. A bright blue extension that seemed to be a bit too long stood out on the left side on her hair. Matthew had to say that she looked more like a middle schooler than an adult. Nevertheless, he was pleased to have a human actually notice him.

"Hey Antoinette!" Matthew yawned, still exhausted from running up so many flights of stairs. He attempted to rub the sleep out of his eyes and gave the concierge a half-hearted smile. "Sorry, I'm really tired. Hiking up the stairs yesterday was hell and my...uh," You can't France is your father, that would be just weird. "...older brother came in this morning and woke me up."

Antoinette seemed confused for a second, then perked up. "Is he the blonde guy with stubble who was hitting on one of the other receptionists, Dominique? I thought he looked a little bit like you..."

Wow that's just like him, "Knowing him, yeah..." Matthew trailed off awkwardly. For some reason this conversation wasn't going as smooth as he had hoped. I just have to get breakfast, then meet up with Gil, then I can finally learn what's been on his mind.

"Are you okay? You seem pretty upset about something," Antoinette said quietly, looking at Matthew with innocent, brown, doe-eyes. "I didn't do anything, did I?"

"What! No of course not!"

"Then what's bothering you?"

Oh God, I'm not going to do this.

"It's going to sound really stupid…."

"That's fine! I have an older brother and two older sisters, trust me, I know what stupide is," Antionette grinned. "I want to help you, I won't laugh at your problems."

Oh my God, I'm seriously going to do this.

Putting his head in his hands, Matthew mentally prepared himself for the jeers and mockery. Well, telling someone couldn't hurt that bad. He took a deep, shaky breath. "IthinkIlikethisguy,butI'mnotreallysureifIdoand,Im ean,we'refriendsandIdon'thavemanyfriendsandIdon'tw anttolosehimasafriendbutIdon'twanttojusthidemyfeel ingsandIhad adreamwherehestabbedmeandanotherwherehesaidhedidn' twanttobemyfriendanymore." Matthew paused and took a long breath to sort out his thoughts, the continued, "Ijusthavenoideawhattodoandhewantsmetomeetupwithhi mheresometimeandI'mreallynervousand I just don't want to be alone."

At this point, the Canadian was trying extremely hard to keep his tears back. He was so confused and so dismayed by something so little, in his opinion. Closing his eyes, he took a few more shaky breaths before opening them to see Antoinette's stunned face.

"'Told you it was stupid," Matthew whispered. Despite his attempts, a stray tear fell down the side of his face. He wiped away at it angrily, not wanting Antoinette to see how much he was stressing out about this.

"I'm sorry," Antoinette apologized after she had recovered from her shock. "I was just surprised; you don't really scream 'gay.'"

The Canadian blinked. That's what she was surprised about?

Antoinette placed her hands on Matthew's shoulders reassuringly. "Seriously though, if I were you I would be honest with him. If he thinks you're a weirdo you can have Alfred beat him up. But who knows, he might return your feelings."

"B-but what if he doesn't?"

The concierge shrugged, "You will never know until you be honest with him." With these words she wrapped her arms around the Canadian and dragged him into a sweet hug. "Je ne sais pas comment il ne pouvait pas aimer quelqu'un d'aussi doux que vous. Même s'il ne veut pas être votre ami, je serai là pour vous."

Matthew found himself blushing in Antoinette's embrace. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the short girl.

"Merci pour ce conseil," Canada smiled. Maybe if I follow Antoinette's advice, then everything will work out in the end.

As if to make him blush more, the receptionist kissed Matthew on the cheek and hugged him even tighter with a giggle. Matthew opened his eyes to get a look at the girl's childish smile, but was met with a whole different picture.

"Merde."

Sure enough, there in the doorway of the now fixed elevator stood none other than a slack-jawed Gilbert, who just witnessed something that onlookers could only call a "couple's embrace."

"Merde," Canada repeated, loud enough so only Antoinette could hear. She untangled her arms from Matthew's slim figure, and followed his gaze to the albino guy staring at them like he had just seen the two of them pull out knives and begin to stab each other.

"That's the guy, isn't it," Antoinette whispered in an emotionless voice.

"Yeah, it is."

Matthew Williams, you sir, are royally screwed.


Translations (French to English) I apologize if these are wrong, blame Google Translate

Bonjour - Hello, Good Morning

Mon petit - My little one

Mon Dieu- My God

Il est bon de vous revoir - It is good to see you.

stupide - stupid

Je ne sais pas comment il ne pouvait pas aimer quelqu'un d'aussi doux que vous. Même s'il ne veut pas être votre ami, je serai là pour vous. - I do not know how he could not love someone as sweet as you. Even if he does not want to be your friend, I'll be there for you.

Merci pour ce conseil - Thank you for this advice.

Merde - Crap

A/N: Matthew in French is spelled Matthieu. Whenever France or Antoinette say his name it is spelled like that to emphasize their accent because I'm really bad at writing dialects.

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