Kage: This was supposed to be a GreeCan (Greece x Canada) but instead I made it a SpaCan. I blame Lady Gaga and this song (Alejandro, Fernando, and Roberto remind me of Antonio, Feliciano, and Romano). The added Franada came as a surprise. ^^U
Thank you, BlackRoseGirl666 (Arigato~! And I'm happy you didn't want to hurt Arthur. XD), Ayumi Kudou (*Personifications(That's how you spell it ^^). It's true isn't it? -.- And I agree with the whole Fangirl/Insert thing but y'know it's all on the girls dream -rolls eyes- That would seem like something funny, huh? I'm already having idea's I just need to figure out what he would look like. I have an idea for a sweet nerdy otaku boy (he's very cute) that wears glasses and would do anything to please the girls because he's such a big fan of them. Surprisingly he works as a bartender for some reason. XD He's about twenty to twenty-two, his hair is kinda messy and about neck length or shorter sort of like a spiky bob. He's pale and tall and his eyes are dark blue but yeah he's a total nerd~ XD IDK I have to think more on it.) Steve The Star (Yes! W00T~ Go Arthur! XD I'm happy you enjoyed it.), ShunKazamis-Girl (Oh! The one I have at the end of my chapters now? That's Romano~(South Italy) I'm sure you can tell that the one after 'Enjoy' is Feliciano~(North Italy), and BlueRavenQuill (I'm happy you enjoyed all that~ ^^)
Enjoy. (ºヮº)৩
Alejandro(Lady Gaga): SpaCan, unrequited: Franada, Romanada & ItaCan.
Warning: Wanted 'Incest' between Francis & Canada, Forbidden romance between Spain & Canada, A few Spanish and French words (list at ending and my apologies if it's wrong.) and I'm not sure what else…
They were standing in a courtyard both dressed warmly as they stared at one another. The paler of the two gave the other an apologetic, wistful, guilty, saddened look.
"I-I know that we are young," the blonde paused nipping down at his bottom lip.
"And I know that you may love me…" the smile was faint and full of badly hidden pleasure before down turning into a bitter frown.
"But I just can't be with you like this anymore, Antonio." Antonio's expression was heartbroken and the French Canadian across from him lowered his eyes, tears making them shine.
…
The Spaniard happily greeted his French friend though out of the corner of his eye he could see the little Canadian.
Tu ángel. The dark possessive voice in his head whispered as Antonio stared wistfully at the blonde whom continued to clean.
"Antonio, mon ami, it's been so long!" Francis said smiling at the Spaniard as he brushed back his hair.
"Si, it has mi amigo." Antonio said inconspicuously looking at Mateo.
"Matthieu~ be a cher and get some wine for us?" Francis said looking over at the pausing Canadian whom hasn't turned to face them yet.
"Oui Francis." Matthew said politely keeping his gaze away from Antonio when he turned to get the wine.
Antonio felt a pain when Matthew wouldn't look at him. Though he could see the twitch in the blonde's hands when he put them in his pockets.
…
"What are your relations with Antonio?" Francis asked as he trapped his little brother in a corner.
"There is nothing going on between us." Matthew whispered eyes lowered. Francis gave his brother a look before nodding.
"If you say so."
Matthew was left in the kitchen as the Frenchman exited the building.
"For one who believes love comes from all shapes and forms except force it is oddly hypocritical for said person to be against relations between men of slightly different ages…" Matthew whispered into the air gaining no reply but smiled nonetheless.
His age and Antonio's were roughly four to five years apart - and yet Matthew had Antonio wrapped around his pinky, though he would never use that against the Spaniard he rather enjoyed the attention…
However Francis would have none of it, he denied them their happiness of being together.
But for what reason?
"Matthieu? Are you alright?" Mabel murmured - entering the kitchen - looking at her elder brother worriedly.
"I'm fine Mabel, don't worry." Matthew's smile was faux. He took notice of his sister's slightly messy appearance.
"Did you over sleep?" the younger child blushed before nodding. Matthew gave her a small smile, hand lightly touching her hair - which was currently down and not in its classic hairstyle - before removing itself.
"Go take a shower and I'll braid your hair while you eat." he gained a smile from his younger - though very lady-like - sister.
"Alright."
"Do you want the usual?" his sister nodded as she began to walk back upstairs.
Matthew got started on creating a crepe for his sister.
…
"Mateo." Matthew's eyes closed as sweet caramel toned callous hands cupped his face; kisses were pressed to his cheeks, forehead, and mouth. The other's skin was so hot - sort of like Mexico had been for that small visit Francis had him go on. How Matthew wanted - needed - to be with this man.
But he had a choice to choose.
What did he have to loose?
"Antonio." Matthew whispered against the other's lips; smiling. His arms embracing the other.
…
"Mateo!" Matthew's eyes stayed lowered as Francis shot him a look. Gulping Matthew made his way to the smiling Spaniard - he could hear Francis leaving and for that he was thankful.
He was caught by the Spaniard and before he could speak his lips were already captured - he wanted to melt - but he lightly pushed on the other's chest making him pull away in confusion.
"Don't call my name, Antonio." the Spaniard was saddened but continued to kiss the Canadian in his arms - it was met with no refusal.
…
The party was filled with elegant music; he could see Mabel dancing with a handsome young man from Seborga. He wished her luck and happiness. Though his heart saddened when he saw Antonio dancing with a lovely woman from Belgium.
"Oh! Do you want to dance, ve~?" surprised by whom could be talking behind him he turned and met eyes with an Italian. Tipping his head but smiling politely Matthew wordlessly nodded and allowed the Italian to take his hand and pull him to the dance floor.
"What is your name, ve~?" the Italian smiled happily at him and Matthew felt himself blush.
"Matthew, Matthew Williams-Bonnefoy. May I ask what your's is?" Matthew murmured shyly.
"Feliciano, Feliciano Veneziano Vargas!" Feliciano chirped with a tilt of his head and his smile grew as they moved slowly and gracefully around the grand hall.
"That is a very lovely name, Feliciano." Matthew complimented as he blushed.
"I like your name too~"
Matthew would be happy to spend more time with Feliciano,
As long as the Italian doesn't call him babe.
…
It was strange, first Antonio then Feliciano and now Romano? Matthew turned his head as the Spaniard leaned in for a kiss making it land on his cheek.
"Please stop." Matthew murmured eyes staying on the floor as the other frowned sadly.
This must be because of Francis.
Matthew frowned himself as the Spaniard leaned in again a hand resting on his upper arm.
"Antonio, no more." Matthew murmured his hand coming up to rest on the other's hand that was on his arm. He heard a sigh and received a light kiss to the cheek before the other removed himself.
Matthew felt like having a cigarette,
Maybe having a run afterwards too.
…
"Mateo!" Matthew frowned hunching over as the darker haired Italian caught up.
"Stop calling me that, Romano." Romano frowned slightly before nodding.
Antonio… Matthew thought eyes lowering as Romano took hold of his hand. He could feel Francis's gaze.
…
"Stop please, just let me go." Matthew murmured tears making their way to the surface.
"Antonio, just let me go." Matthew's last sob was crushed against Antonio's lips.
They both knew that wasn't happening.
…
In the eyes of Francis Matthew wasn't as broken as he seemed. Besides Matthew was a baby, his baby brother. He was the protected one - even more protected then Mabel whom had more freedom then Matthew. He was the one Francis was always worried about, he was Francis's favorite.
He would always say;
"Matthew you're my favorite little brother."
Matthew would giggle and reply;
"Francis, I'm your only little brother."
Mabel would frown and look away; Matthew would be worried and comfort their sister saying;
"Don't worry Mabel your Francis's favorite little sister."
Mabel would smile at the naïve-ness of their brother.
He didn't know that he was Francis's favorite everything.
Which was why their brother didn't like Matthew being in relationships.
First Antonio and now those Italian twins?
Francis must be going insane in jealousy.
Mabel knew the Frenchmen loved their brother.
Loved him in all ways unholy,
Of course the Frenchman didn't care.
And because of that Mabel was worried.
…
The Frenchman frowned glaring darkly at his angry Spaniard 'friend'.
"Non." the Frenchman growled eyes seeming darker.
"¿Por qué?" the Spaniard hissed back.
"Is it not obvious?" Francis teased brushing back his hair and giving Antonio a frown.
The Spaniard blinked before his eyes widened then narrowed.
"You sick-" Antonio began, growling.
"Leave." Francis interrupted frowning at his 'friend'.
The Spaniard stood.
"This isn't over." he exited as Matthew came down the hall holding a platter of drinks.
Matthew hurried slightly - blinking in confusion as to why Antonio was leaving.
"It's done already?" Matthew murmured pausing in front of Antonio.
The Spaniard nodded and leaned down to press a kiss to the Canadian's lips before leaving.
Matthew frowned knowing that if it had ended well Antonio would have no reason to leave.
…
"Why do you do this to us?" Matthew asked looking at Francis with a frown as the Frenchman continued to sip at his wine.
"I'm so happy with him and why won't you allow us to be together?" Matthew's tears began to build.
"Matthieu." Francis sighed looking over at the Canadian.
Matthew's gaze lowered and his hands tightened into fists.
If he were to run away with Antonio…
What did he have to loose?
…
Francis smiled sadly as he watched Matthew embrace Antonio. Matthew was smiling brightly at the Spaniard and was eager to return each kiss the Spaniard gave him.
"It's so sad… Mateo rejected me. Ve…" Francis heard, he paused and listened in.
"He wouldn't even let me call him Mateo." the other huffed.
"He must love someone, ve~"
"Pfft, yeah. He loves that Tomato Bastard."
"Aww~ Don't worry Romano, maybe you'll find a sweet boy or girl someday~!"
"Yeah whatever…"
It wasn't very fair.
Francis wanted to be the one to make Matthew happy.
He wanted to be the one that would be looked at so happily by Matthew.
He wanted to be the one Matthew loved.
But he would only be seen as the pesky brother would he?"
It seemed so.
"Francis." said Frenchman turned away from the window to see Mabel standing at the door a small frown on her lips.
"Que?"
"You should stay out of their business." the look on Mabel's face showed that she didn't want him to step in at all.
Wordlessly and sullen Francis nodded.
Though it was the hardest thing he could do.
Kage: I don't know… I hope you enjoyed it though~
Translation:
French:
Mon ami: My Friend
Matthieu: Matthew
Cher: Dear
Oui: Yes
Non: No
Que: What
Spanish:
Tu ángel: Your Angel
Si: Yes
Mi Amigo: My Friend
Mateo: Matthew
Por qué: Why
If you have any requests please name the pairing, song, artist(person who sings it), and any other details you think are appropriate. No need to ask if I would mind and even if you already have a request, I would be more then happy to take your requests. ^^
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