Last Chapter! If there's no French in this one it's because I'm tired (once again) and felt too lazy to try and use my brain to translate, that and too lazy to translate online … just kidding. I think. I guess it depends.

OMG We had an earthquake yesterday! O_O

Welcome to Paradise

Matthew (Canada) and Francis (France)

So that was his plan all along that sneaky bastard. Matthew shook his head in disbelief and shoved another bundle of clothing into his suitcase. He was angry but this time there really was no reason to be. No matter how badly he wanted to find one it was impossible. Francis was playing the trump card in his own unique Francis way.

After a whole night to think Matthew discovered the true intentions of Francis Bonnefoy; he made the boy's Paris experience so dreadful because he was trying to teach him about how great Canada was. And when Matthew thought about it, he was crying over nothing. Positively nothing. His house was great and to his liking.

Kumajiro stirred in the sheets, his tail twitched and his body went relaxed again. Matthew giggled; after an extensive Google search he discovered the logic behind the animal's out-of-character behaviour.

It was mating season.

Though he did call Francis a 'sexy man beast' Kumajiro must have gotten some sort of feminine vibe from him. With no Kumajira to help deal with the sexual tension the only other mammal that seemed right to latch onto must have been the long-haired, pretty smelling French man.

On last push and Matthew zipped his suitcase closed.

Francis sat at the kitchen table nursing his head with a cup of tea and a small loaf of bread. His head drooped and Matthew tapped the table edge. Francis' head flew up, his eyes met Matthew's and he grinned.

"That's what you get for taking so many Advil … you should probably go to the hospital and see if they can do something about it," Matthew snorted and got the death stare.

It hurt too much to look angry; Francis loosened the knots in his face and slumped back in the chair.

"Do you need me to drive you?" he muttered.

"No, but thank you. For everything."

Francis opened his eyes slightly so he could see the boy.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean thank you. I guess that I'm just really happy that I ended up coming here. Thank you."

His head throbbed too much to question Matthew any further. He just took what he got and lazed back into the chair. He was feeling so drowsy, two minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt but he still had to help little Mattie before he left.

"Should I call you a taxi? Would that be helpful ou pas?"

Matthew poked at the bread with his finger. "It would be helpful."

"Mm."

"You know I was complaining about nothing … every country has their fair share of debt issues and deficits, too. And the G20 is really cool, despite the crazy protestors an their strike-"

"I have those all the time, mon amis. They go away."

"I know. Guess what else?"

Francis shrugged. "Non."

"There was an earthquake in Ottawa yesterday, and Alfred felt it! A 5.5!"

The French man reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Without looking, he handed the phone to Matthew and recited the number for the taxi service. Matthew followed along and sighed as he pressed the END button.

"I kind of wish you would be more lively, Francis. I'm feeling really good today."

"If you're trying to suggest I have sex with you, Mattie, I'm too tired."

Matthew's face flushed. "I-I-I-I-I didn't- that's not what I meant!"

Francis chuckled. "It was a joke, Mathieu."

"Oh."

An awkward silence hung in the air, it was disturbed by beeping from outside of the house and Francis winced.

"Bye, Francis." Matthew draped his arms around the older nation's neck and squeezed. The hug was broken by another honk and Francis grumbled.

"Au revoir, Mattie."

HONK!

"S'il vous plaits! Go and make that intruding nose stop!"

Matthew let go and called for Kumajiro. The bear appeared from behind the wall that turned into the hallway and, surprisingly, didn't spare a glace at the French man that was nodding off on the chair.

^_^ So Life Isn't That Bad. As Our Precious Matthew Would Say: Oh, Well ^_^

Back on Canadian soil and the first thing that greeted Matthew as he stepped into his home was the heavy odour of stale vodka and beer and cigarette smoke. He wriggled his nose, it was going to take a while to get the smell out but at least he was back home.

END

So don't kill me. I realize how pathetically short this is but I was in a sort of rush. And it turns out that I added French in there. Smile . I can go to bed now! Thanks guys, I appreciate it and no amount of typing will make you understand.

Ou pas – Or no

Non – No

Mon amis – My Friend

Au revoir – Good bye

S'il vous plaits – Please