Okley Dokely...You're gunna kill me. It's shorter than I thought it would be.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, but I do own Louisiane. But not in real life. Then I would be the mayor or some really rich person.
WARNING: Real name usage!
After we left the shop, we started walking around a bit more, passing a lot of different shops on our way. While we were walking by the food market, I couldn't help but notice some sort of plant that looked like a pepper. I knew it wasn't a pepper because it was way too long with a darkish-green color.
I let go of France's hand for a second to pick one up, examining it closely. It seemed like such an interesting thing to me, I couldn't just pass it up. France noticed the slight disappearance of my hand and stopped walking to look down at me, then looked at the long vegetable in my tiny hands. He gave a smile and chuckled lightly.
"Why, merci, Louis! You have reminded me that we need to buy some gombo," he said cheerfully as he fished out some money from his pocket. I held a confused look on my face as he handed the merchant the money. He chuckled.
"Okra. It's called 'okra' in English," he stated as he grabbed about five of them, placing them in the basket around his arm. Wait, when the hell did he get a basket? I shook my head, taking one out to hold.
"Stop creeping me out like that..." I muttered under my breath.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at France's mansion- err… house with a butt-load of groceries. I didn't really like the trip, because everything that I even looked at, France needed to "restock" on. It made me feel spoiled, since he was probably buying it all for me.
I entered through the door cautiously, the okra in my hand positioned in front of my face for some sort of protection. 'Stop being so paranoid,' I thought to calm myself. Yeah, stop being so paranoid when anything could happen. I jumped when I heard France shout.
"Matthieu, nous sommes chez!" he yelled, his words echoing throughout the halls of the (insanely large) house. I held a confused look on my face. 'Matthieu? Who is he talking about?' I thought. Maybe it was his brother or something.
After a few seconds, I heard footsteps running toward us from one of the halls. That's when I saw him, and boy, was I off! He was a young kid, around the age of ten with wavy blond hair that had a stubborn curl, similar to mine, sticking out in front of his face. His stunning violet-blue eyes held excitement and relief.
…Yep, way too young to be his brother.
I stood behind France's legs like when we were in the shop, watching silently as he ran up to us.
"Papa, you're home!" he shouted, colliding into France with a fierce hug. I jumped back so I wouldn't be stepped on by the man. So, he already had a son? Whatever, it's not like I cared. I'm not jealous of the boy… I shook my head to get the thoughts out of my head.
"Oui, and look how much you've grown!" he said happily.
"It's only been a week since you've left, though." He shook his head, and then noticed me, clutching the vegetable to my chest. He looked a bit surprised to see me, probably not expecting France to bring someone home. I stared back, and after a few seconds, a small smile made its way to my face. France seemed to have just noticed our little "meeting", and slapped his forehead lightly.
"How rude of me! Matthieu, this is your new brother, Louis," he said, crouching down to my level. He placed his hand on my back, lightly pushing me forward toward him. "Louis, this is Matthieu. He represents…um…" he trailed off, thinking hard of the country's name.
"Canada," Matthieu reminded, looking as though it were a normal thing.
"Ah, yes. He represents Canada," France said, smiling and ruffling my hair. Though, when he pulled his hand back, he grimaced in slight disgust at how much dirt collected on it from my hair.
"Er… Matthieu, could you do me a favor?"
I am SOOOOO sorry that it is SOOOO short and that it took SOOOO long to update. I had major writer's block, went on vacation to Colorado, had even MORE writer's block, so I just said, "The hell with it!" and posted this...midget. Though I have nothing against midgets. I love midgets. *shot by a bazooka*
So...yeah. I'll try to update more frequently.