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Translations: Vous êtes si adorable! = French for 'You are so adorable!'
Canada, to be very honest, was dreading the next entry in France's black book.
Oh, he could spell, so it was easy to assume who came next in the list, and he was hoping to God that it wasn't what he was dreading. He glanced up and around, actually hoping that America would interrupt him (as he usually did), but he wasn't to be seen.
"What's wrong – aru?" China asked, sitting beside him in the cafe. Amber-like eyes glanced to the little black book that Canada held shakily in his hands, vaguely wondering what it was, though he didn't pry. Yao glanced back down to his food, raising an eyebrow at the choice.
Apparently, this was Chinese food in Canada – but... he had never heard of chicken balls before...
"Oh! I – uh, nothing!" Matthew panicked; was the worry really showing on his face that much?! He shoved the book back into his pocket, though he wasn't really worried about it being stolen (China wouldn't steal it like America would).
The blond Canadian gave a shy smile towards China (who had invited Canada to sit with him at lunch for the remaining conference, and he eagerly took up the offer), though was still very timid as the other Asian nations were all looking at him, pondering on who he was (but it did look like Hong Kong had a bit of recognition in his light-brown eyes).
"Oh ~ Matthieu, there you are!" Belgium lit up as she walked into the cafe, spotting the Canadian almost immediately, "I was looking for you! ~" The blond Belgian smiled sweetly, giggling at Canada's blush.
He was so damn cute!
Yao looked somewhat annoyed at Belgium's interruption, but didn't say anything about it, "B-Bella," Canada stuttered, not used to calling Belgium by her human name, "I – did you need something?" He asked politely, almost fainting from shock and embarrassment as Belgium was suddenly hugging him – her breasts were pushed up into his face from their different positions.
"Vous êtes si adorable!" Belgium gushed, unaware of Canada's struggling.
"Stop that – aru." China stated in annoyance towards the blond Belgian, who simply huffed at him. They glared for a moment, and Belgium finally released Canada from her grasp (who spluttered for air, his face was matching his hoodie).
Bella then completely ignored Yao, turning back to Matthew, "Matthieu ~ would you like to go out on a date?" Belgium was completely blunt about it, causing Canada to choke on air.
"A-A d-date?" Canada wheezed, "Y-you mean like, a date-date?!" His heart was beating so fast that he thought it would pop out of his chest. China narrowed amber-like eyes dangerously.
"Of course!" Belgium smiled, cooing at Matthew's reaction, "I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow night." Bella didn't even wait for Matthew's answer as she skipped off happily.
"E-Eh?" Canada seemed to be hyperventilating by this point, and China patted on his back in comfort. "I – what just happened?" The Canadian asked in a daze, and China seemed amused now.
"Nothing too important – aru." Yao stated with a smile, going back to his food. The other nations looked somewhat amused as Canada seemed to just get up and dazedly walk away.
"Kiku," China turned to Japan, who blinked deep-brown eyes as Yao took out the hentai doujinshi. Japan flushed slightly as his siblings all looked towards him curiously, "Could you please finish chapter four?" Yao asked, his own cheeks a light red. Kiku blinked, trying to recall what chapter four was, until it finally hit him.
He was sure that particular chapter was all on his uke-Canada...
Nation # 10 England (Arthur Kirkland) ~ Francis' notes...
Special kinks/turn-on's – (The Briton, unfortunately, loves his own cooking) – L'Angleterre will certainly be seduced by eating his food. – Ahh ~ it is so easy to get into L'Angleterre's pants, though I do have to force down his food. I think I will try drowning out L'Angleterre's food with maple syrup as Matthieu does. It reminds me of when Matthieu was mon cute little colony...
Oh Dieu – so it was what he was dreading. Canada turned an odd shade of green as he shoved the book back into his pocket. He leaned against the wall for a few moments, trying to breathe properly. Approaching England wouldn't be a problem because Arthur did have his days in which he could recognise Matthew as Canada (though, those were far in between).
Alfred had better interrupt this time...
"U-uh... Arthur...?" Canada timidly approached his former father-figure, who quickly turned around and narrowed blazing green eyes. Matthew flinched back slightly since England could be intimidating at times (especially for him), "W-would you like to eat lunch with me?" The blond Canadian stuttered quietly, and Arthur narrowed his eyes in concentration.
"Oh, Matthew!" England finally stated, actually recognising Canada (simply because America would never invite him to lunch), giving a fond smile towards his former charge, "Is there anything particular you want to eat?" England asked, dragging Canada to the kitchen with enthusiasm. Matthew was whimpering under his breath, cringing every moment at what lay ahead.
"Y-your... uh – s-scones..." Matthew shivered in fear because he knew that Arthur's scones were absolutely lethal, but he also knew that they were England's favourite food to make, "And tea." The Canadian added, and though England was absolutely horrible at cooking, he could make some good tea.
"Brilliant!" Arthur smiled brightly, "Wonderful choice, lad." England gave Canada a quick pat on the head, not noticing as Matthew was now dragging his feet, muttering his last prayers under his breath.
'Alfred – Alfred, save me!' Matthew thought desperately, though he had to go through with this if he wanted Arthur to remember him permanently. He sat down heavily and watched in horror as Arthur took out the ingredients for his precious scones, "I-I'll just make the tea." Canada muttered, needing to do something to distract himself from the horror ahead of him.
Arthur nodded vaguely as a look of pure concentration appeared on his face as he started to make his scones. A little while later, the two were sitting in another room with a view outside as the scent of freshly-baked scones marked the air.
However, Matthew took one tiny glance at the scones and almost withered away on the spot. Oh God – Oh Dieu, the scones were just damaged and burned beyond recognition. The batch was almost entirely black, save for a few that looked somewhat edible.
"You can make some good tea, Matthew." Arthur complimented with a fond smile, causing Matthew to blush and stutter because that was probably the highest form of compliment coming from England, "What are you waiting for? Have one." England raised a bushy brow at Canada's hesitation, who suddenly swallowed nervously, shakily reaching out for one of Arthur's home-baked scones.
Arthur was sipping his tea, yet was watching him over the rim of his mug with intent green eyes. Matthew flinched back as he swore he saw one of the burnt scones actually move. The blond Canadian picked one up that looked somewhat edible; his hand was trembling uncontrollably as he slowly brought it up to his mouth.
Canada bit into it quickly, almost gagging at the oh-so horrible taste. Tears instantly filled in his blue-violet eyes, but he somehow managed to get it down without throwing it back up. England was smiling at him softly and with a great fondness. The Briton didn't seemed to notice that Matthew almost immediately turned a pallid shade, almost sickly-pale. "I-it's g-good..." Canada choked out, holding his stomach in agony.
Where the hell was his maple syrup when he really needed it?
"Of course it is!" England boasted arrogantly, "Have another one, lad." Arthur offered, still oblivious to Matthew's almost-crying. Canada whimpered slightly, but he steeled himself. If he wanted England to remember him, then he simply had to do this.
The blond Canadian stuffed another burnt scone into his mouth, his stomach protested as he heaved it down – desperately drinking his tea to wash away the horrible taste (his throat was relieved from the taste as it was burned by the hot tea).
"You're such a good boy, not like that ungrateful Alfred." Arthur rolled his jade-green eyes at the thought of America (who was just so blunt about his so-called 'disgusting' food). "Matthew, we should do this more often." England stated, almost affectionately.
Canada would've nodded, had he not turned an odd shade of green, twitching a bit. 'Just one more...!' Matthew thought desperately, reaching his quivering arm towards the burnt scones (he wasn't sure if he was just dizzy or delusional, but he was sure that scone was definitely moving).
Arthur was still watching him, and Matthew shoved yet another scone into his mouth, chewed it, and thickly swallowed it down. The Canadian looked dazedly up, his vision was starting to go blurry and dark, "A-Arthur–" He started, but couldn't finish his sentence as he finally just fell to the floor in a dead faint. England quickly stood up in concern...
And Canada noticed, right before he fainted, that Alfred didn't show up and interrupt this time...
Wonderful, the time he needed Alfred the most...
The first thing he noticed was Alfred's face (which was right up to his), looking concerned. "A-Alfred..." Canada rasped out, lying in a comfortable bed. Kumajirou was beside him, snoozing lightly.
"Mattie, you're alive!" America stated in relief, not noticing England's harsh glare from the other side of the bed. "What were you thinking?!" Alfred shook his head in amusement. Matthew was looking up at him with dazed and confused and dull eyes. "You should know better than to eat England's food, especially without your maple syrup."
"I'm sorry, Matthew." England finally muttered, looking away with embarrassment, but Canada gave a weak, shaky sort of smile.
He really did hope that England would remember him for this...
... And Canada stayed sick in bed with food poisoning for the next few days...