Blegh, short but I hope you like it
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia~
"Here drink this. You'll need it" Alfred said with a wide smirk as Canada made his way out of his room. Canada frowned deeper, his flight instinct blaring so badly at him that it took all of his resolve to just stay here. His hands shook horribly as he reached out to take the flask from his older sibling. If he made it through this without throwing up, he…well…he didn't know what he'd do.
Canada quickly downed the contents of the flask and his head started to spin. This was definitely some strong stuff.
"Alright, be brave Matthew!" Alfred chuckled, pounding on the door before taking off town the hallway. The shorter Canadian glared at the tux clad elder of the two and let out a small 'humph'. America had told Arthur that they would meet at the front entrance where Alfred would then lead them away on their adventure. It would be nothing less than that when it involved the two of them.
"Salut, Mai-je vous aider?" France's smooth voice met Canada's already alcohol addled brain and the younger man blushed darkly as his gaze returned to the task at hand. Apparently, France had yet to click back his brain into English since he had landed. Thankfully, Canada could speak the foreign language just as well as English and had no problem understanding.
"No, I was just wondering if we could talk" Canada said, making sure he met France's eyes, one of the specific points that Alfred had discussed with him. Francis raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow and frowned lightly before nodding, deciding that Canada had something he was serious about.
France nodded before taking a step back from the doorway to let Matthew come inside the otherwise empty room. Canada folded his hands in front of him nervously and fidgeted nervously. France clicked the door shut behind them and turned around to face Matthew, a wide smile on his face and a new air about him. As if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Canada, of course, knew better. Francis was till hurting and with the help of alcohol Matthew was going to help him move on.
"Now what would you like to talk about, Matthew?" Francis asked, slowly walking back over to the bed and slowly sitting down, letting out a small groan of exhaustion as he kicks off his shoes. Alfred had made sure that Matthew would catch Francis just as he was getting back to the hotel and would be, hopefully, at his most susceptible.
Instead of responding, Matthew instead strode over to where Francis was sitting and quickly straddled Francis' lap. As the elder nation turned his head back to see what Matthew was planning on doing, the younger nation put a hand to France's face and pushed their lips together in an unskilled but well-intentioned kiss.
Canada's eyes slid shut just before their lips had met while France's had gone wide. He had not expected this from the normally shy Canadian. However, he wasn't complaining. The more experienced of the two leaned back slowly, slipping his arms around Matthew's waist to make sure he fallowed. Francis allowed his eyes to slip closed as he ran his hand up Matthew's hoodie slowly, trailing up his spine. The shutter that fallowed might as well have been a green light to the elder of the two.
Francis slowly rolled over, letting him take a position on top, while simultaneously trailing his tongue over the other nation's earning him a soft moan. Finally, Francis snapped out of his lull and opened his eyes lightly, pulling away gently and breaking the kiss. He used his hands, one on each side of Matthew's head, to push himself up and away no matter how much his body screamed at him for being an idiot.
"This is more than talking, non?" Francis said, a small smirk playing at his lips. Canada however couldn't bring himself to look at the nation above him; his face bright red and his breath coming in slightly hampered gasps. Francis lifted one of the hands supporting him off the bed and stroking the side of Canada's face in an attempt to make him more comfortable. Though, based on the fact that he was straddling the smaller nation he doubted that Matthew would be calming down anytime soon.
"Why are you doing this Matthew?" He asked gently, his deep voice having more of an effect on Canada than he realized. Matthew refused to look at him though and instead attempted to use his voice.
"I…I really like you" Matthew said as his face turned, if possible, three shades darker. "I have for a…long, long time" He murmured, squirming beneath the older man, nerves making him a bit queasy. Francis sighed lightly, rolling off of Matthew and leaning up against the headboard.
"I'm sorry but I can't return your feelings" Francis said, now his turn to avoid the younger man's gaze. Matthew slowly sat up, feeling his heart break a little. However, he had a mission and depending on how he approached this could end well or worse than he could even imagine. The only reason he could even think about taking this risk was because his brother had threatened him with pain of death if he didn't.
"I-I know that you still love her" He started slowly, forcing his stammer back through sheer will power. He shifted to a sitting position, sitting on his knees and placing his hands on his thighs. "B-b-but aren't you disrespecting her more b-by not letting her rest in peace?" Canada forged forward, earning an angry shocked look from the hurt nation.
"And what are you insinuating? That I should just forget her?" France hissed through clenched teeth, his hands tight in fists and his whole body tense. Canada bit his lip lightly, trying to force back his fear this time.
"No!" He said quickly, shaking his head lightly. "I-I just meant that if she's up there, w-watching over you. Don't you think it hurts her to see you grieving? After all this t-t-time?" Matthew forced his words out, trying to fix things between the two of them before they could spiral out of control. The silence that fallowed felt horrible from Matthew's point of view, almost as if it was going to suffocate him if he didn't break it.
"I'm sorry" He said the first thing that had come to his mind, his gaze falling away from the elder man and to his hands. The silence consumed him once again and Matthew felt the telltale prickle of tears trying to force their way out. He fought with all of his mental might however, having promised himself earlier that crying was the one thing he wouldn't do.
"Get out" The sound of that voice that had once caused Canada so much joy did exactly the opposite this time. He let out a small hiccup and jumped to his feet, clenching his shirt over his heart lightly as if that would help the pain.
"I understand" He forced out too quickly, slurring the words. "I'll…leave you alone than" he said, flinging open the door and sprinting down the hallway towards his room. France said nothing, his fists clenched on the sheets and his eyes dull and far away.
Canada fumbled with the keys in his pocket but pushed his way in quickly. Thankfully, Cuba was out running around with whoever so he was left in peace with his bear. He collapsed onto his bed, kicking off his shoes and burying into the covers and sobbing unchecked. Kumajirou poked his head under the covers, shocked by the sudden return of his master (who's name escaped him at the moment) and deciding to investigate.
"I'm sorry Kumajirou, I must be making a fool out of myself," He said, wiping away the tears but finding them being quickly replaced by fresh ones. "I can't help it. It hurts" He finished in a whisper, his eyes slowly closing. The polar bear frowned lightly before shifting onto the bed, snuggling close to his master and doing the only thing he knew how to do to make him feel better.
Matthew slowly wrapped his arms around the bear and burying his face into the bear's soft fur.
This was definitely not the way he had figured things would happen.