Chapter 10 Arguing is healthy

France thought he was going to be sick. He could handle ships, planes, and cars, but this was different. This was like an amusement park ride without all the safety checks, or really anything safe about it at all. He wished that he, and he would never admit this to anyone, was a little bit more like England. England wouldn't be sitting on the back of an ATV with his eyes screwed shut, his jaw clamped to avoid being sick, or whimpering like a child. No, that punk brat would probably be thinking up ways for him to drive the thing himself.

Before France could feel too sorry for himself he felt the thing begin to move more slowly and opened his eyes to see what was going on. He gaped around him at the sight. The mountains lay in front of him as they approached a clearing from the trees that over looked a valley. France had always known that the nations he and England had put on the map where the most beautiful, but he loved to see the proof that backed up his and England's claims. He watched in silence as they approached the edge of the valley, and stared up at the mountains that showed a glacier nestled in it.

Canada came to a stop and turned to his papa. He had to work on keeping his face straight as France had a very windswept look, his hair falling from its ribbon, and his probably hundreds of dollars clothes covered with dust. He decided to pretend there was nothing wrong because if France knew what his appearance was right now he would probably burst into tears or faint. Neither would be very constructive.

"Papa, he is around here." Canada said turning off the ATV

"You can speak French now zat Angleterre and your ferre are not 'ere." France said trying to get off of the ATV with trembling legs

"Then why are you speaking in English?" Canada teased

France glared at him, as Canada laughed and led the way into the forest. France pouted, but soon he forgot to sulk as he was being assaulted by mosquitoes, midges and those horrible black flies. He was soon wishing for home and grumbling again about his surroundings. Canada sighed and decided to take his mind off of it with a question that had been on his mind since his argument with America.

"Papa, how is it that you and dad are always arguing but still get along? Well enough to sit next to each other at meetings and visit each other's houses. Yeah, I know about that incident where you reading the paper and dad was finishing up his cross stitch." Asked Canada

"Zat ez ezee. Arguing iz an important part of any relationship. Et 'elps you to understand each other's point of view. Az long az you don't try to win at any costs, those fights end in disaster. If there iz no disagreements in an relationship et ez not an healthy relationship. Et means zat ze two people are not comfortable enough around each ozzer to discuss zere true feelings. Plus ze make up sex iz very nice too non?" explained France winking at the last part

Canada blushed, but thought France had actually made a good point. He and England had been together for a very long time, so he must know some relationship secrets from experience. He smiled, happy that he and America had a good relationship, and that his parents had one too, deep down anyway.

He didn't have time to feel too grateful for his family, as he heard France let out a yelp. He span round to see France in a net hanging from a tree. France was cursing in French, and Canada rushed forward and clasped the net in his hand.

"Papa! Papa! Are you ok?" Canada cried

"Oui. 'Elp me get down." Whined France

Canada examined the net. In the past he had been a fur trader and a trapper therefore he had experience with these things. He wasn't aware of any trappers around here. But if these nets where down, then some more serious traps could be around. He looked around suspiciously.

" Canada! Recevez-moi en bas!" Snapped France

"Oui, desole papa." Apologized Canada

France watched as Canada pulled out a knife and cut him down. He fell to the ground. He had never had such a lousy day ever. France wanted to go back to the cabin, take a hot bath and go to bed and snuggle up to his angleterre. He began sobbing out of shear misery. Canada rolled his eyes and picked up a branch.

"Follow me papa, we will find Australia soon."

France got up and followed him. The walk was slow going, as Canada used the branch to check the ground and surrounding shrubs for more traps. Canada wondered if France was getting to soft in his old age. Surely the younger medieval France, and defiantly Napoleon France, would never complain like this over such silly things like discomfort. He stopped his thoughts as a clang was heard as the branch found another trap. He lifted the branch to show a large evilly gleaming foothold trap wrapped around the tip of the branch. France saw it and looked horrified as Canada took it off and clasped it by the chain, intent on taking it with him.

"One of yours mon cher?" asked France shakily

"No. Someone's poaching . Luckily they're dealing with me and not dad or America. Those two go a little crazy when they catch or suspect poaching. " Canada shrugged

He didn't want to explain that he was beginning to suspect that these traps where more for them than the animals. He was pretty sure France would protest the whole search if he found out until he got to go back to the cabin. So he kept quiet and collected the foothold traps and triggered and took down snares. Looking for any way possible to distract France from the traps, Canada decided to keep to idle chit chat. France loved to chat and gossip.

"Papa, you said arguing is a way to get your true feelings across. What about Russia and America? Those two are always snarling and snapping at each other." Canada asked

France looked at Canada and laughed. Canada blushed wishing that he had never asked. France decided to answer his question.

"Well, zey do spend a lot of time togozzer out in space. Just them all alone. (France winked and Canada wished that he could sink into the ground) After all, Izn't ze expression used for an arguing couple said az like an old married couple?" France said defending his earlier claims

"Yes" Canada responded drily wishing that he had not said the first thing that came into his head

France was looking smug, but his smugness disappeared as Canada found another snare. Canada threw all cautions to the wind.

"Well I don't think that. I don't like arguing with anyone!" Canada said rather boldly for him.

" Don't worry mon cher, one day you will understand. You will find someone who when you argue with zem et makes your blood boil but makes your heart flutter at ze same time." France responded knowledgeably

"Right." Canada muttered not truly believing him

Suddenly Canada pulled France into a ducking position. A wooden object wooshed above their heads. Both looked up and watched it land in some ones out stretched hand. Standing up in the branches was Australia grinning at them.

"Huh your tougher than you look aren't you Canada?" Aussie said

"Why does everyone say that with such surprise?" asked Canada more to himself than anyone else but they all heard him

Authors notes

Thanks for reading this story everyone! Sorry it took so long to update! Finally Canada has found Australia, but I he's still angry about him taking New Zealand away from him.

The whole arguing is good for relationships thing was brought up by the reverend in my church. He made an amazing case for it, and I failed in getting his point across. But I think it was perfect for the FrUK, RusAm relationships ^^