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Chapter Two.


"That look does not do you good mon amour. Je veux voir ce sourire magnifique sur vos lèvres une fois de plus." Francis reached over the table to wipe some ice cream from the side of my mouth, grinning when he successfully got me to blush.

"P-Papa! Don't act in such a way! People will get the wrong idea!" All he did was chuckle and I unhappily stuffed another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth.

"Relax mon flis. I am just, how you say... Ah! Teasing you." He smiled and I couldn't help but relax as he had said.

I smiled at him, moving to rest my elbows on the glass table. Somehow France had managed to stop right in front of a small café and decided that it was the perfect place to rest. Of course, I only discovered after I had ordered that this was a couple's café. France had only laughed at me when my first reaction was to blush and made it worse by saying it was only a date if I wanted it to be - much to his disappointment, I didn't want it to be. "So mon Papa, what were you doing at the beach with England?"

He grinned and tossed his hair "Ah, that pervers placard may deny it with all his heart but l'Angleterre simply loves to spend his free time with moi." He said smugly, soon after glancing back to me and fixed me with a more serious look, causing me to fidget in my seat "That is a trivial matter though. The more important question is, mon Matthieu, what were you doing at the beach?"

It wasn't what I was expecting, to say the least, I had worried that France was about to seriously come on to me. Instead, being unprepared, all I could do was stutter out "P-Pardon?"

His expression started to show that fatherly worry from his younger years and he reached over and took a hold of one of my hands "Matthieu, you never go near the ocean if you can help it. I remember as a boy you would go into a panic if I ever tried to bring you too close!"

Once I realized what he was going on about I couldn't help but laugh a little, it was touching to know he could still be this way with me. I stopped soon after though as I noticed his look harden some and sent him an apologetic smile "Don't worry Papa, I was fine."

My smile turned reassuring and I placed my other hand on his "If you need to know, I was invited by Alfred." I rolled my eyes and France seemed to look a little cross that America would do such a thing.

"Dose he not know? He's lived beside you your entire life and yet he will still drag you down there?"

"You know how Alfred can be; he forgets or just outright doesn't pay attention to things like that." I said, smiling as I patted his hand "But come now, I want to have a good time with my Papa!"

I realized a little too late how that sounded and that Cheshire grin was on his face in a flash "Oh really now? Alors peut-être nous devrions finir ici, hm?"

"Eep! P-Papa!"


I sigh tiredly as I walk through my front door, closing it and kicking off my shoes. Alfred and Arthur had found us just in time to save me from my dear Papas advances and, between their bickering and such, I had been able to quietly shuffle away with Kumajiiru and my stuff – not that they would've noticed either way.

"We're finally back home Kimajuro!"

"Who?"

"Canada."

"Oh."

With a mournful sigh, I headed to the kitchen to make myself some hot cocoa. Kumajiro pattering behind me with the little chant of 'Food?'


Child looks up, I hold Kumajirou as best I can with my tiny arms. Dark hands descending to cup my face, warm and gentle as the smile in those eyes - so much like my own.

Words

Words so softly spoken, like a summer breeze over Alberta's golden planes. This curtain of black hair that surrounds us smells like the great red pine – and I want to hear those words so bad.

Lips

Lips on my forehead and those words are so loving – how I wish I could hear them – and then there's water. Everywhere, there's water, soaking us.

The hands are gone – all that's left is this wretched water, so salty like the tears now in my eyes.

Sand

I'm standing on the coast, sand in between my toes. A silhouetted figure standing in the water.

Suddenly I'm alone.


I shoot up out of my bed, a cold sweat covering my body. My heart is pounding in my chest and my breath comes out in uneven gasps.

"Who~?" Comes the sleepy question.

I jump slightly and turn to look at my furry little friend – what was his name again? – who was curled up on one of the pillows. I swallow the nothing that was filling my mouth and answer him with my heavy tongue "C-Canada, I'm Canada Kumayoro."

"Oh~" was my only reply as a toothy yawn escapes the bear before he puts his head back down, instantly falling back to sleep.

I blink, staring at the sleeping animal before I turn and just sit there in silence, hours pass by me and before I know it the sun is on my bed sheets. I look at it, then pick the white sheet up and press it to my face – it's warm. A moment longer like this goes by me before I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I push off the sheets and step on the cool floor, getting up so I can get ready for the day.

Once I'm all good to go, I pick up my sleepy friend who mildly protests before cuddling into me. I smile down at him and pet his soft bright fur "Come on, Kumajoro. Where going somewhere different today."

A yawn "Okay~"

I chuckle and walk out of the bedroom.


Translations:

Mon : My

Amour : Love

Je veux voir ce sourire magnifique sur vos lèvres une fois de plus : I want to see that beautiful smile on your lips again.

l'Angleterre : England

Pervers Placard : Closet Pervert

Alors peut-être nous devrions finir ici : Then maybe we should finish here