Characters/Pairings: FrancexJeanne and FrancexCanada for now~
Rating: G for now~
Warning: None for this chapter~
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Over the next few days, Canada asked around to many of the other countries that he thought were even remotely close to Francis about what had happen. But they couldn't tell him anymore than England had and that Matthew should head straight to the source. The haunted look on England's face, however, caused Matthew to hesitate.

"Kumajirou what should I do? It's Monday and I still don't know anything" Matthew had his head on the meeting room table and his Polar Bear sitting beside his head. He didn't even have his arms as a cushion between his head and the table, instead repeatedly bringing his head back and letting it fall with a resounding 'thunk' over and over again.

"Mon Ami, you do realize that you'll hurt yourself if you keep that up" Matthew's eyes widened and he jumped upright in his seat, overbalancing the chair and falling over backwards. His legs and arms flailed everywhere and he heard the telltale sound of his brother's laughter almost immediately after he smacked his head on the floor.

He felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes, half of pain and half of sheer embarrassment. He rolled over and off the chair, his back throbbing in pain. He winced lightly at the sound of Alfred's almost hysterical laughter and he pushed himself to his feet, pushing past his laughing brother and a slightly stunned looking Francis. The last thing he heard was a slap, no doubt from Arthur at how badly the American treated his brother.

None of that mattered. That bastard America laughed at him every chance he got unless of course he was taking advantage of him or ignoring him.

Canada managed to make it all the way back to his hotel room before realizing that he had forgotten his precious Kumajirou and let out an exasperated groan. Now he would /have/ to show his face again. He leaned up against his doorway, his forehead to the cool wood and a headache starting to form at the base of his skull.

Could today get any worse?

Matthew should have known better than to ask the one question that always makes things worse. There was a knock on the door and Canada jumped back, tripping on one of Kumajirou's chew toys and falling on his back. Somehow he had managed to hit his head twice in a matter of hours. At least this time he hadn't made an absolute fool of himself.

"Matthew! Are you in there?" Matthew turned red when he heard the voice of Francis along with another round of knocks and apparent arguing.

"Talk to him you git, it's your fault he ran off"

"Ow! Let go of my ear bastard"

"Than apologize to him"

"Fine. Just let go" Matthew heard the voice of his brother hesitate before letting out a deep sigh. "Matthew! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed at you" To say he didn't sound sincere would be an extreme understatement. The Canadian man still lying on the floor knew that the only reason that America was apologizing was because England made him.

Matthew hesitated for a while longer after his brother had lapsed into silence before shifting up to a sitting position and sighing at the door. After about a minute, he rose to his feet and clicked the lock off the door before turning the handle. As soon as the door was opened Kumajirou instantly began to flail in Frances arms. The older man let out a small string of curses but let the bear go.

Canada couldn't help but smile as the bear jumped into his arms and nuzzled his head beneath the young mans chin. Even if he couldn't remember Canada's name he still loved him.

"I missed you too Kumajirou" he laughed as the bear began to lick his chin lightly before shifting around and putting his back to Matthew's chest to glare at the people still standing outside. Matthew had almost forgotten about the nations standing outside and blushed lightly.

"Do you guys want to come inside?" He asked with a gentle smile. Alfred shook his head and Arthur rolled his eyes.

"No. I think we need to get going" England said with small nod.

"Well thank you for bringing back Kumajirou!" Canada said happily. Offering all three of the men a wide and sincere smile. England offered his once colony and small smile and America grunted a 'no prob' before the two headed off to wherever they were headed too.

"Are you planning on staying Francis?" Canada turned his attention back to the older man; his cheeks stained a light pink.

"Mm well I heard you were asking around about my past" France said, taking a step so that he was even with the doorway. Canada immediately took a step back, averting his gaze as if his hotel room was the most interesting thing ever.

"U-uh y-y-yah" Matthew couldn't help but feel like he'd done something wrong. Francis however just let out a light laugh, which caused Matthew to snap his eyes back to Frances face. The sadness in that laugh tugged at Matthews heartstrings and he felt the urge to pull his once father figure into a tight hug.

"Do you still want to know?" His gaze fell to the floor and his arms crossed loosely over his chest. Matthew found himself nodding his head emphatically but then remembered that Francis wasn't looking at him so he spoke up.

"O-only if you want to talk a-about it" Matthew said slowly, shifting the bear in his arms and offering a small smile. France nodded gently before stepping into the room and taking a seat at the small table. Canada quickly shut the door and took a seat at the other chair at the table.

"Well I already taught you about it once" France began, fighting a small smirk "so I guess I could do it again"

"It all started during the hundred year war"

"Sir, I am here to help"

Francis looked up from his work synching the saddle to his horse to see what appeared to be a woman dressed as a man standing behind him. Of course, to anyone else, it would just look like another man but France knew every one of his people, even if it was just the basics as gender and name.

"I heard the King was sending someone but I didn't expect someone so…slight in stature" He said with a small frown, looking her up and down. "Even if you are easy on the eyes" France smirked, letting his perverted side come out, even if it was only slightly. After all, they were at a time of war. His comment caused the young girl to blush and she gapped like a fish for a while longer before shaking her head.

"Do you want my help or not?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes. France raised his eyebrows, his smirk fading and a frown coming back.


"Do you know who I am?" France wondered just who this woman was that she, or rather he as the King knew her, that she came so highly recommended.

"Yes, you are Commander Francis Bonnefoy of the French army. I know who you are but that does not mean that I respect you" Jeanne spouted off with a slight snap to her voice. France turns around, facing the young woman for the first time since she had come to his attention. He looked her over once more with a serious expression on his face; eyes narrowed and scowl set deeply.

Suddenly his face softened and he let out a light, cheerful laugh. "You'll do well here" he said and smacked a hand to the woman's shoulder.

"Hopefully you can bring about a change"

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Francis pinned the woman to the tree, his hands on either side of his head and his body keeping her there with one knee between her legs. Her eyes meeting his and the sheer lust causing her to blush a ferocious red and become unable to look away.

"I vote, my love, that we end this little game of I want you but the authorities would never allow it" France said, crushing their lips together and smirking gently at the moan that came from his female companion. Frances hands shifted from the rough bark of the tree to the side of the young woman's face. Francis marveled at how genuinely soft Jeanne's face was even though the trials of war.

"Francis we can't do this" She moaned half-heartedly. Both of them knew it would end up like this, after all the sexual tension between the two had people questioning the men's sexuality.

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"Where is he?" France growled, his fist clenched in his subordinates shirt and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"W-who?" The soldier winces in pain as France slams the man against the tree.

"Jeanne D'arc" Francis demands, hissing angrily.

"The English. They captured him as we retreated. I'm sorry Sir there was nothing that we could do. He refused to retreat until every one of us was safe" He quickly explained, stumbling over the words and closing his eyes tightly as if waiting for France to hit him. Instead, he hits the ground and lets out a yelp of pain.

Because we all don't know whats going to happen .

Continue? Y/N