[Drabble Fic Thing] France/Canada
Matthew yawned, pressing his face into Kumajiro’s fur. Why did all the summit meetings have to be so far away? It was going to be a long way home.
“Matthew?”
Even Alfred got shot down every time he suggested it be held in North America. So what could he do?
“Matthew!”
Said Canadian jumped as a hand rested on his shoulder. His glasses fell off and clattered to the floor of the bus, and Kumajiro’s casual, “Who?” wasn’t helping matters much either.
“I’m Matthew…Canada…” he mumbled for what must have been the thousandth time as he began to search the grimy floor for his glasses. He made a face when his hand came into contact with what seemed to be a wad of gum. Why did people stick gum under seats? It really wasn’t sanitary.
“Ah, so sorry.”
Matthew blinked as someone pushed his glasses back onto his face, “Oh, Francis! I’m sorry I didn’t realize it was you!”
The blond man chuckled and help Matthew to his feet, “That’s quite alright. You seemed fairly deep in thought there.”
He sighed and squeezed Kumajiro tighter, “I was just thinking about how much farther I have to go before I get home. It really isn’t fair that most of the meetings take place in Europe.”
Francis slipped into the seat next to him, “I’m sure many nations would disagree.”
“Do you disagree?”
“With you?” Matthew blushed as Francis snaked his arm around his shoulders, “Never, mon cher.”
They sat in silence for a minute. Not brave enough to ask Francis to move his arm, Matthew tried to distract himself by looking out the window at the countryside passing by. Feliks’ house really looked nice this time of year.
“I know! Why don’t you come to my house?”
“Wh-wh- huh?”
With a grin Francis pulled out a cell phone, “You said yourself it was a long way home for you. And you look pretty tired, so why not?”
“Well… I don’t know if I could-”
“No, no. I insist that you stay with me.”
Matthew sighed, “Okay…” It wasn’t like he could say no. The Frenchman was already on the phone securing another seat on the airplane. He shifted in his seat. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, the sooner he got to a house, the sooner he could fall asleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“And umm…. Then Alfred did… Something… Involving whales?”
“Mm-hm,” Francis smiled at the sleepy Canadian on his couch. The minute they had walked through the door Matthew had fallen onto the cushions. Out of politeness he had started a conversation, but, as hard as he tried, he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
Looking out the window at the snow that had only just begun to fall, Francis gently swirled the wine in his glass. So much for the exciting night he planned. Of course, this marvelous plan had only been formed in the time it took between seeing Matthew on the bus and walking over to him, but it still had its merits. Oh well. He could save it for later.
Pushing himself up from his chair he walked over to where Matthew had completely dozed off. His polar bear, who had taken up a place by the fire, looked up for the briefest of moments then lazed back into a comfortable position. He chuckled and slid down onto the couch.
“Matthew… Are you tired?”
“Mmmm………” came the reply.
Francis placed his hand on Matthew’s head, “Did you know it was snowing?”
“Snow is… good…”
“Mm-hm.”
After a few moments of silence, “Thank you…”
He raised an eyebrow as Matthew snuggled deeper into the couch, his glasses at an odd angle on his face, “G’night……”
Leaning down, Francis kissed his cheek before adjusting himself so Matthew would be more comfortable, “Good night, mon petit ami.”
If you made it this far, I applaud you. So. Much. Fail. Cake.
“Matthew?”
Even Alfred got shot down every time he suggested it be held in North America. So what could he do?
“Matthew!”
Said Canadian jumped as a hand rested on his shoulder. His glasses fell off and clattered to the floor of the bus, and Kumajiro’s casual, “Who?” wasn’t helping matters much either.
“I’m Matthew…Canada…” he mumbled for what must have been the thousandth time as he began to search the grimy floor for his glasses. He made a face when his hand came into contact with what seemed to be a wad of gum. Why did people stick gum under seats? It really wasn’t sanitary.
“Ah, so sorry.”
Matthew blinked as someone pushed his glasses back onto his face, “Oh, Francis! I’m sorry I didn’t realize it was you!”
The blond man chuckled and help Matthew to his feet, “That’s quite alright. You seemed fairly deep in thought there.”
He sighed and squeezed Kumajiro tighter, “I was just thinking about how much farther I have to go before I get home. It really isn’t fair that most of the meetings take place in Europe.”
Francis slipped into the seat next to him, “I’m sure many nations would disagree.”
“Do you disagree?”
“With you?” Matthew blushed as Francis snaked his arm around his shoulders, “Never, mon cher.”
They sat in silence for a minute. Not brave enough to ask Francis to move his arm, Matthew tried to distract himself by looking out the window at the countryside passing by. Feliks’ house really looked nice this time of year.
“I know! Why don’t you come to my house?”
“Wh-wh- huh?”
With a grin Francis pulled out a cell phone, “You said yourself it was a long way home for you. And you look pretty tired, so why not?”
“Well… I don’t know if I could-”
“No, no. I insist that you stay with me.”
Matthew sighed, “Okay…” It wasn’t like he could say no. The Frenchman was already on the phone securing another seat on the airplane. He shifted in his seat. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. After all, the sooner he got to a house, the sooner he could fall asleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“And umm…. Then Alfred did… Something… Involving whales?”
“Mm-hm,” Francis smiled at the sleepy Canadian on his couch. The minute they had walked through the door Matthew had fallen onto the cushions. Out of politeness he had started a conversation, but, as hard as he tried, he couldn’t keep his eyes open.
Looking out the window at the snow that had only just begun to fall, Francis gently swirled the wine in his glass. So much for the exciting night he planned. Of course, this marvelous plan had only been formed in the time it took between seeing Matthew on the bus and walking over to him, but it still had its merits. Oh well. He could save it for later.
Pushing himself up from his chair he walked over to where Matthew had completely dozed off. His polar bear, who had taken up a place by the fire, looked up for the briefest of moments then lazed back into a comfortable position. He chuckled and slid down onto the couch.
“Matthew… Are you tired?”
“Mmmm………” came the reply.
Francis placed his hand on Matthew’s head, “Did you know it was snowing?”
“Snow is… good…”
“Mm-hm.”
After a few moments of silence, “Thank you…”
He raised an eyebrow as Matthew snuggled deeper into the couch, his glasses at an odd angle on his face, “G’night……”
Leaning down, Francis kissed his cheek before adjusting himself so Matthew would be more comfortable, “Good night, mon petit ami.”
If you made it this far, I applaud you. So. Much. Fail. Cake.