Rumor Has It – Adele – Implied USUK, UKCan, Eventual Franada

They had once been four separate people who were just looking for love and someone to be and to care for. They had been all alone, on separate lands, scared and alone. Until news of the New World came to Europe. England and France sailed along to it; they both found America along with Finland and Sweden and fought each other constantly for America's love. But France lost and left the land to go further north and came across and beautiful snowy land that people had harshly named a waste land. France soon came across a small frozen boy holding a cub, tightly to his chest. France knew from first glance that he was the boy he had to raise and love.

The small boy, Canada, was a little nervous to meet France and soon accepted him as his big brother. France soon introduced his little brother to America and England and soon the four became a little family.

But after many years later, England was going through his Empire phase and was becoming greedy and wanting more power and soon wanted Canada as his own. France could not allow it and protected his little brother for several years, until France was brought down by England and was put under a difficult position. Lose all of his colonies to England and step off the land at all time or pay the price. France, knowing there was nothing he could do, handing over his colonies to England and was left. His pride bruised and his heart broken. Canada, who had loved France (more than the rest) tried to get France to come back. But as much as France wanted to, France had no choice but to turn his back on his colonies and leave Canada under the care of the British Empire.

After several hours of crying, Canada decided to rebel against England and live outside in the wilderness with his remaining tribes that were alive. England and his few pirate fellows would hunt down Canada and drag the screaming boy back home to where he was sent into his room without anything to eat. This happened on several occasions and England would often scold his other colonies for encouraging Canada's behaviour.

After receiving too many scolds, the colonies took pity on Canada and a few of them along with America took off down to the kitchens and steal food for Canada and took it up to his room and snuck it in for Canada. Canada was soon released and secretly thanked his new brothers and sisters.

After several years of being in England's care, some colonies grew up and started to become a bit rebellious, starting with America, who began to dump tea in the harbour. Soon, news came to the other colonies that America was now at war with his guardian and was now allied with France. Canada and his siblings had no choice but to fight with England. After a long a bloody battle, America won and soon other countries began to follow America's footsteps ad one by one England lost his colonies and his house was nearly empty. Only a few colonies remained including Canada. When Canada finally declared independence, England didn't even put up a fight with him and let him go.

Now, however, America was starting trouble again but this time with something new...

Canada came home and was greeted with Kumajirou's usual greeting of: "I'm hungry. Feed me!"

"Kuma, I fed you at least two hours ago. You still can't be hungry, already?"

Kumajirou titled his head at the tall nation. "Who?"

"I'm Canada. I must have told you that at least a thousand times!" he sighed and walked off into the kitchen in order to feed himself and his bear. He was about to open a packet pancake mixture when the phone rang. Canada sighed and went over to the phone as Kumajirou wandered off somewhere else.

"Hello?" Canada asked.

"Hello, Canada."

"Oh, hi, England." Canada said, a smile starting to creep up.

"Hello, lad. Just to let you know, I won't be able to make it tonight as I have plans with America. His boss is working on something really important and needs my assistance. I hope you can understand."

Canada's heart fell at these words. His boyfriend of three years, the gentlemanly England, was dumping him on their ninth date. Third date as the other dates, England cancelled due to being with America all the time. It seemed as though, England was now starting to care for his former charge again after what happened a few hundred years ago.

"Canada. Are you there?"

"Yes, I am. England. It's okay...I...kinda had plans myself."

"Oh, right. I see. Well, I'll see you tomorrow for drinks then. Sounds good."

"Sure. Sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Fantastic! Love you, poppet."

"Love you too, England. Bye."

"Bye."

Canada hung up with phone and bit his lip. He didn't understand of what was so important between England and America enough for England to cancel their date yet again. Surely, the business between his own brother and his boyfriend could be dealt with on a different day.

But no! England had to cancel and Canada would try once again to grab England back into his arms. Well, if he couldn't have that chance then he would surely pass it on to someone else. And Canada knew the exact nation to do that. Canada picked up the phone and dialled the familiar number he knew so well. After a few rings, a voice called through the ear piece.

"Bonjour~. France speaking."

"France? It's me, Canada."

"Canada! Mon cherie. 'Ow are you keeping? It's been a while since I last saw you."

"I've been pretty good, thank you, France. But..."

"But? Mon cher, what is ze matter?"

"Well...it's England. He cancelled yet another date on me."

"What? Why?"

"Some important business with America."

"Oh, mon cherie. I...I don't what to say."

"What d'you mean, France?"

"You 'aven't 'eard?"

"Heard what? France, tell me!"

"Well...I'm only telling you zis because we've always known each ozer and you always deserve ze truth...even if it 'urts."

"France, you're really scaring me." Canada said, almost teary.

France sighed. "I...I've 'eard some rumours zat England...is secretly dating America. He has been for some now...apparently."

Canada's eyes widened. No. No, it couldn't be true. England would have done that to him. They had been through so much together they had fought so many wars together and comforted each other through hard times. But France had also been there for him as well for as longer as what England had. France had first been against his former charge dating England but soon came to grips with it and accepted it with full support. Of course, France still didn't trust England. But now, with this news. This shocking news.

"Non! You're lying, France." Canada whimpered.

"Canada, I wish I was. I mean I've never ze two togezer myself but I'm only saying what I've 'eard. I just wanted to know."

"No. England wouldn't do that to me."

There was silence on the other end. France sighed and spoke again. "Canada, do you want me to come and see you? You could really do wiz ze company."

"Oui...oui...oui."

"D'accord. I'll see you soon. Make sure you 'ave some strong coffee and some zing wiz lots of sugar in to boost your moral up."

"Okay, France. I'll see you soon." And with that Canada hung up the phone, tears in his eyes.

Still haunted with image of England with America, Canada was now sat with France, in his arms and softly crying into his chest. France was whispering soft words of French in his ear.

"Come on, cher. Stop wasting your tears over him. It might not be true. You never know. As much as I 'ate England, I 'ave fully supported you. I've always been zere for you."

"I know, France. I know but...why do this to me?"

"I don't know, mon cher. If I'm...'onest wiz you, I don't zink you should be wiz him anymore. If he's going to treat you zis way, zen you should just let him go."

"If he is really with my brother." Canada sighed and sat up, wiping away his tears. "I knew something like this would happen soon. He's always the favourite. I'm always forgotten or mistaken for him. that's probably why England's with me...cause I remind him so much of America. That Yankee bastard!"

"Mon cher, don't say zings like zat. I took you in and I've always remembered you. I fought a war for seven years just to keep you safe. I gave you up to keep you safe. I did zat all for you. I fought alongside America to protect you from England's anger. Ozer wise you would 'ave been broken. Ze days I spent apart from you I zought about you zen any ozer colony I've raised. You 'ave been ze best zing zat as ever 'appened to me."

Canada looked at France. The older nation had tears in his eyes. He had that same expression his face that he had worn when he had handed over Canada to England. Defeat.

Canada leaned forward and hugged this former guardian. France made a noise with a hint of a smile in it and embraced the young nation. He felt a kiss being placed on his head and a soft nuzzle in his hair. Canada giggled and drew back from the hug. France brushed his hair from his face and wiped away a tear.

"Now, cherie. All you need to do is confront England about zis. If it's true, zen let 'im go and 'e can whine and beg as much as 'e wants, you are not going to put up wiz zat any longer. But if it's not true, zen you forget zis every 'appened and we find ze culprits who came up wiz zis rumour. Now, come on let's get you freshened up and find England."

A few hours later, Canada was standing outside America's home and trying to calm himself. He was slightly shaking, but was determined to question England whether they were in a meeting or making love right then and there or sucking each other's pathetic little faces off.

Canada exhaled a long slow breath and stepped inside his brother's home. He walked past the security and up the stairs and hurried off to find his brother and lover. He hurried down the corridor towards the room where America usually had his meetings. Canada soon reached the door and heard voices. There was silence and then the sound of kissing. Canada's heart seemed to tighten.

He gripped the door handle and opened the door slightly trying to be quiet. He peeked inside and found America straddling England and kissing neck. England's head was thrown back and was muttering some in Celtic. Canada's heart shattered and slammed the door and stormed off out of his brother's home.

He dove into his car and ordered his chauffeur to take him back home. The driver did as he was told and Canada dialled France's number.

France looked up and hurried out into the hall as Canada stormed in tears. Canada ran into the kitchen and sat down at the table. France followed him and knelt down beside him.

"So, it was true then?"

Canada nodded, trying to stem the tears. France took hold of his free hand and squeezed gently.

"Mon cher, don't bozer wiz yourself on 'im. 'E's not good enough to waste tears over. You don't deserve 'im."

Canada smiled slightly and hugged his former carer. France rubbed his back and hummed sweetly in his ear. Canada drew back slightly and did something that he would never have thought to do. He leaned in and kissed France. France seemed slightly hesitant at first but soon gave in and kissed back. Canada dove a little further into the kiss. It felt perfect as thought they were meant for one another. France leaned up and pulled the Canadian close. Canada broke the kiss, France whimpered slightly.

"How long...have you wanted to do that?" Canada asked.

"Since America's independence." France said, a little breathless.

"Good enough for me." Canada said.

France laughed and hugged the young nation close. "Oh, mon petit. 'Ow long I've waited for zis moment. Just to be wiz you. Spain and Prussia told to tell you before England got there first. I was too late."

"Well...now you have your chance. Don't waste it, cherie."

France closed his eyes and let a blissful sigh. "I promise not to, mon amour."

"Thank you."

France smiled. "So, when are you going to break ze news?"

"Let's give it some time. I'm sure if England and my own brother can keep this secret from me, why can't we?"

"Of course, cherie. Playing by zeir own rules, is much more fun."

Canada giggled and kissed France on the nose.

For at least two weeks, France and Canada secretly met and Canada cancelled on everything England had planned with Canada. Canada didn't want to give the game away so easily. Secretly, the two of them met at each other's homes and went out on hidden dates. At World Meetings, Canada would greet England as a boyfriend and would sit next to him and not be suspicious at all. Occasionally, France and Canada shoot each other glances and winks and gave each other non-verbal conservations and hidden sniggers. England, however, was putting up at a great performance of hating America, but the Canadian could see the tension and fire in their eyes as they glared at each other.

At the end of the meeting, England would ask Canada to go out for a drink and Canada would decline and say he had a lot of paperwork to catch up on and would leave until England was gone and head home with France.

But of their third week of being together, Canada and France found out from a drunken Italy that England and America had somehow got into a fight and weren't speaking to each other. Canada and France didn't care. Soon, Canada got a harassing phone call from England, who sounded drunk and Canada had no choice but to go and see him. They said goodbye and headed off. For half the night, England kept Canada up by yelling drunken rants about and brought up rather sensitive subjects such as the tea harbour incident, the American Revolution and the war of 1812.

That topic made Canada rather red at the face as he had been the one who burned down the White house with England's help and also brought up the topic of him sleeping with America and dropped to the floor in a drunken heap, snoring his head off. Canada didn't even flinch at this. He sat there for a while staring into space.

Canada soon put the drunken England to bed and stayed with him, sending texts to France about England and missing him. After two hours of being in England's house, Canada left England's house and headed over to France's, where he slept like a log in France's arms.

In the morning, Canada headed back home with France and told him everything that England had said. France held him close and told him not to worry. Canada didn't and sent a text to England saying that he finished with him.

Several texts and calls from England and America were sent to Canada, but Canada ignored. It couldn't face this anymore. He just wanted to be with people that didn't treat him harshly and loved and remembered him. He went out with France to clubs with Spain, Prussia, Germany, the Italy Brothers and Hungary. At least they cared for him and made him feel like one of the family. He had a fantastic time with his new friends and showed his love for France after getting home.

After another night of partying way too much and a slightly hangover, Canada headed downstairs to make France a cup of strong coffee. As he placed at least two dessert spoonfuls of maple syrup in his coffee, he heard a knock on the door. Wondering who would be knocking at his door at some godly hour, he walked over to the front door and gaped at the person behind it.

"What do you want England?" Canada asked, exasperated.

"Canada, I only came here to apologize for last night and an explanation of why we're no longer together."

"I see." Canada said. "Well, you seemed to let a little something slip I've known for a while now."

When England stared blankly at Canada, Canada sighed. "You have been cheating on me with America, haven't you?"

England's eyes widened. "Oh, my goodness. I can't...Canada, I'm sorry. I never..."

"Don't be. I've always known you loved America more than me. Since his independence."

"Canada..."

"You never fought for me. You didn't even try you just gave up and let me go."

"Canada, I had been through so much then. My empire was crumbling, I had lost so much. I couldn't go through it all again."

"You don't have to make excuses England. I've always known and maybe also I wasn't meant for you."

"I don't understand you, Canada."

"England, please."

England sighed. "Yes, I did. But I don't know what I was thinking. I just..."

"You loved him, England. More than me."

"I know, but since we're not going out as was wondering if..."

Canada shook his head. "I'm sorry, England. I can't. It wouldn't be fair. Just go to America and act like rabbits if you must but don't cheat anymore. Promise?"

"I promise, Canada."

The two hugged one another and soon drew back.

"Well, I wish you luck, Canada."

"And you, England."

England smiled then faltered. "How did you find out, anyway?"

Canada bit his lip. "Well...let's just say a little birdie told me."

England stared at his ex-lover, confused. Canada smiled shyly and shrugged.

"Okay then. Well, I suppose I better call a taxi and see America. Maybe he'll have cooled off by now."

"Hopefully. Maybe he might have forgotten about it."

"Maybe."

There was a thud and a clatter. England looked inside and raised an eyebrow at Canada.

"Had a sleepover?"

"One would call it that, yes."

"Ah, I see. Fair enough. Well, I'll leave you to it. I'll see you at the next World meeting, if not sooner."

"Yes. Great. I'll see you, England and bonne chance!"

England smiled and left Canada's house and headed down the road to find a taxi. Canada closed the door and scowled at France who was standing behind him a towel on his head and no clothes on at all.

"You couldn't have made more noise?" the Canadian asked, sarcastically.

"Well, Kuma nearly sacred me and I went hip first into the railing and..." he pouted. "Now, it's sore."

Canada blushed red, knowing where France was going with this. Canada walked past him and headed into the kitchen. France skipped after him.

"So, what did fuzzy eyebrows want?"

"He just wanted to know why I had dumped him and to apologize to the other night. Told him I knew about him and America and I wanted nothing more to do with him."

"Bein." France purred and kissed Canada on the cheek, making him blush.

"W-w-what was that for?"

"Quoi? Can a lover not give his lover a kiss?"

"Well, they can. But it usually means they want something."

France smiled coyly. "Oh, really? Well, tell me!"

Canada blushed heavily and was soon overcome when France pressed a kiss to his lips. Canada went scarlet and slowly began to wrap his arms around the Frenchman's neck.

A/N:

Hello, yes I'm back and thankfully not dead. It's been hectic as I've had so much going on since after Christmas. Lately I've been feeling depressed, then my gran went to hospital and then my mum had a back injury and I've also had my performing arts starting back.

But I'm back on with this chapter to make up for it. Hopefully! This chapter feels somewhat darker to how I usually write these two favourite pairings of mine. Also I've made a little AMV of this on youtube. It was posted the other day and the link to my youtube channel should be on my profile. If not then ask me and I'll sent you the link.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this. Reviews are love :)

M.S.P.

Xxxx

Mon cher/cherie – my dear

Oui – yes

D'accord – okay

Bonjour – hello/ good day