For Lovin' Me [Fanfic, Gordon Lightfoot Saga -- Part 1]
Title: For Lovin' Me (Gordon Lightfoot Saga -- Part 1)
Author: Me,freakanature88
Fandom: Axis Powers: Hetalia
Characters: Canada(Matthew), France(Francis)
Pairings: Canada(Matthew)=>France(Francis)
Rating: G (this part is very sappy and cute, with just a hint of melancholy)
Warnings: Puppy love, disappointment, songfic
Summary: Matthew remembers his first love. Based on the song For Lovin' Me by Gordon Lightfoot.
Notes: Well! I've finally gotten around to writing the first part of my Gordon Lightfoot Saga! This originally started with Part 11 waaaay back in December when I wrote a little one-shot for phantasmic_rose . After ruining one Gordon Lightfoot song for her, I vowed to do the same for as many of his songs as I could, and now I've finally managed to do so with this song! I hope you enjoy is, Cassie dear. It took THREE TRIES to actually get this to post without deleting... I hope to never have to rewrite this fic again... >_>;;
That's what you get for lovin' me
Ev'ry thing you had is gone
As you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me
Despite how fleeting it was, Matthew remembers his first love vividly. He remembers the complete awe that overtook him as he saw bright clothing and sunlit golden hair coming off of the boat. And he remembers sitting by the fire and listening to his new guardian talk for hours. He might not have understood the language at all, but it always sounded so musical and flowing and perfect that he could hardly contain his delight every time the man spoke.
But most of all, he remembers feeling needed, wanted. Even if it was only in spurts.
He remembers the first time he was actually able to form a full sentence in French. “Je t’aime,” he whispered as the Frenchman’s back was turned towards him. Alright, so it wasn’t much of a sentence, but he understood what he was saying. He had heard it said so often and to so many people that he couldn’t help but eventually learn what it meant. And it described what he felt so very well.
I ain't the kind to hang around
With any new love that I found
'Cause movin' is my stock in trade
I'm movin' on
I won't think of you when I'm gone.
“I have to go, mon cher.” It took some time for the words to fully work their way into the young boy’s head. His French still wasn’t the best, but he understood everything that was said to him if given enough time to comprehend it. When the words finally sank in, a look of despair crossed Matthew’s face.
“Again?” Speaking the words still felt a little foreign, but Matthew could pull it off well. Though he never sounded quite as beautiful as Francis did. “But you just got here!”
A grin spread across the Frenchman’s face as he reached out and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Oui, but big brother has a lot to take care of back home too. I’ll be back soon, I promise, mon frère.” With that, Francis turned and began to walk onto his ship. “Je t’aime,” he called over his shoulder.
It wasn’t until the ship was over the horizon that Matthew could bring himself to speak again. “Je t’aime…” He never could bring himself to say the words to Francis’ face.
So don't you shed a tear for me
B'cause I ain't the love you thought I'd be
I got a hundred more like you
So don't be blue
I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through
The cycle repeated so many times that Matthew lost count. Francis would come and visit, and then he would disappear again out of the blue. Every time, Matthew’s heart broke more and more. But he could never stop Francis. Instead, he would just watch the ship leave again, crying silently on the shores and hoping that he would come back soon.
When Francis was gone, though, Matthew somehow found a way to cope. It hurt, yes, to lose someone he was close to so frequently, but the world was opening up to him. There were so many new things to see and do and he found himself able to live without Francis despite the crushing loneliness that descended whenever he wasn’t around.
He could remember a time when he didn’t rely on anyone and he tried to fall back into those old habits every time Francis left. But no sooner was he used to his life again than Francis would return once more, bringing back old memories and feelings with just a whiff of that scent that was so uniquely him.
And then, just like every other time, he would leave again.
Now there you go you're cryin' again
But then someday when your poor heart
Is on the mend
Well I just might pass this way again
There eventually came a day when Francis left and never came back. Matthew wasn’t sure if he was upset at the time, but now he knows that he really wasn’t. His love for his former guardian had shifted and changed into something completely different. He still loved Francis - he would never not love Francis - but not the way he used to.
All good loves come to an end, or so Matthew has decided, and his deep affection for Francis ceased to exist a long time ago now.
Matthew still remembers his first love, and he does so fondly. But he lets it go. It is better left in the past now.
That's what you get for lovin' me
Everything you had is gone
As you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me
Author: Me,freakanature88
Fandom: Axis Powers: Hetalia
Characters: Canada(Matthew), France(Francis)
Pairings: Canada(Matthew)=>France(Francis)
Rating: G (this part is very sappy and cute, with just a hint of melancholy)
Warnings: Puppy love, disappointment, songfic
Summary: Matthew remembers his first love. Based on the song For Lovin' Me by Gordon Lightfoot.
Notes: Well! I've finally gotten around to writing the first part of my Gordon Lightfoot Saga! This originally started with Part 11 waaaay back in December when I wrote a little one-shot for phantasmic_rose . After ruining one Gordon Lightfoot song for her, I vowed to do the same for as many of his songs as I could, and now I've finally managed to do so with this song! I hope you enjoy is, Cassie dear. It took THREE TRIES to actually get this to post without deleting... I hope to never have to rewrite this fic again... >_>;;
That's what you get for lovin' me
Ev'ry thing you had is gone
As you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me
Despite how fleeting it was, Matthew remembers his first love vividly. He remembers the complete awe that overtook him as he saw bright clothing and sunlit golden hair coming off of the boat. And he remembers sitting by the fire and listening to his new guardian talk for hours. He might not have understood the language at all, but it always sounded so musical and flowing and perfect that he could hardly contain his delight every time the man spoke.
But most of all, he remembers feeling needed, wanted. Even if it was only in spurts.
He remembers the first time he was actually able to form a full sentence in French. “Je t’aime,” he whispered as the Frenchman’s back was turned towards him. Alright, so it wasn’t much of a sentence, but he understood what he was saying. He had heard it said so often and to so many people that he couldn’t help but eventually learn what it meant. And it described what he felt so very well.
I ain't the kind to hang around
With any new love that I found
'Cause movin' is my stock in trade
I'm movin' on
I won't think of you when I'm gone.
“I have to go, mon cher.” It took some time for the words to fully work their way into the young boy’s head. His French still wasn’t the best, but he understood everything that was said to him if given enough time to comprehend it. When the words finally sank in, a look of despair crossed Matthew’s face.
“Again?” Speaking the words still felt a little foreign, but Matthew could pull it off well. Though he never sounded quite as beautiful as Francis did. “But you just got here!”
A grin spread across the Frenchman’s face as he reached out and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Oui, but big brother has a lot to take care of back home too. I’ll be back soon, I promise, mon frère.” With that, Francis turned and began to walk onto his ship. “Je t’aime,” he called over his shoulder.
It wasn’t until the ship was over the horizon that Matthew could bring himself to speak again. “Je t’aime…” He never could bring himself to say the words to Francis’ face.
So don't you shed a tear for me
B'cause I ain't the love you thought I'd be
I got a hundred more like you
So don't be blue
I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through
The cycle repeated so many times that Matthew lost count. Francis would come and visit, and then he would disappear again out of the blue. Every time, Matthew’s heart broke more and more. But he could never stop Francis. Instead, he would just watch the ship leave again, crying silently on the shores and hoping that he would come back soon.
When Francis was gone, though, Matthew somehow found a way to cope. It hurt, yes, to lose someone he was close to so frequently, but the world was opening up to him. There were so many new things to see and do and he found himself able to live without Francis despite the crushing loneliness that descended whenever he wasn’t around.
He could remember a time when he didn’t rely on anyone and he tried to fall back into those old habits every time Francis left. But no sooner was he used to his life again than Francis would return once more, bringing back old memories and feelings with just a whiff of that scent that was so uniquely him.
And then, just like every other time, he would leave again.
Now there you go you're cryin' again
But then someday when your poor heart
Is on the mend
Well I just might pass this way again
There eventually came a day when Francis left and never came back. Matthew wasn’t sure if he was upset at the time, but now he knows that he really wasn’t. His love for his former guardian had shifted and changed into something completely different. He still loved Francis - he would never not love Francis - but not the way he used to.
All good loves come to an end, or so Matthew has decided, and his deep affection for Francis ceased to exist a long time ago now.
Matthew still remembers his first love, and he does so fondly. But he lets it go. It is better left in the past now.
That's what you get for lovin' me
Everything you had is gone
As you can see
That's what you get for lovin' me