Yet another Hetalia fic...
Title: An Unlikely Matchmaker
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairings: Various-UsUk, Spamano, GiriPan, etc. Past Franada, but no current Canada pairing.
Genre: Romance, humor
Rating: T
Warnings: Typical-cursing, kissing, implications of sexual activities, Canada with an actual backbone
Summary: When people don't notice you, you can notice a lot about them. Canada becomes the unofficial love guru of the world.
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6786759/1/An_Unlikely_Matchmaker
Same deal as Camera Confessions. This is the 1st chapter. If you want to see more, follow the link to ff.net or comment and ask for me to post the next chapter.
Sometimes perpetually single people make the best matchmakers.
Although Canada was not perpetually single, he was currently and was not in a hurry to change that. A relationship with France was...exhausting. Enjoyable, sometimes. Definitely enlightening. But exhausting. And Matthew did not regret its end. He and Francis were still friends, meaning that Francis still groped him recreationally.
But even though he was single, the relationship with France had taught him a little about the ways that people show love and lust. Combined with the fact that he was barely ever noticed, Canada found himself in a position to observe all the sexual tension between the nations.
In fact, surprising as it was, he was a superb matchmaker.
He had a better record than even Hungary and had a long list of couples who owed their relationship to the quiet nation. It was surprising, but Canada enjoyed it. He also found that he enjoyed being able to do something on his own, without France or America there to help him. The nations who he gave advice to started to notice him more often, and Canada became a popular nation due to his own contributions rather than hanging on the coattails of a boyfriend or his brother.
Matthew decided he rather like being single (but making sure the other nations weren't).
It had all started with America and England.
…...
The day was July 3rd, and Alfred was being unusually annoying. Actually, he was being just as annoying as he always as right before his birthday for a very different reason. Usually America planned a huge party for his birthday, complete with cake and tons of hamburgers (from McDonalds, of course). Every year he invited Arthur and every year, Arthur not so politely declined, preferring to get utterly drunk in his own house. Every year, Alfred pouted but didn't press the issue.
Matthew was used to dealing with America on the 3rd. America would be bouncing off the walls with excitement, planning the best party to date.
"Mattie, do we need more streamers?"
"Mattie, does this cake have enough icing?"
"Mattie, want a hamburger?"
"Mattie, what'd ya get me?"
And Matthew always put up with it for one day.
This year was different. America was still incessantly pestering his brother, but he seemed apprehensive rather than excited.
"Mattie, d'ya think England'll come this year?"
"Mattie, should I call Arthur again?"
"Mattie, why does the old man hate my birthday so much?"
Alfred was still behaving like a child, but he was pouting rather than bouncing. Matthew was a very patient nation, but he finally snapped.
"Alfred, would you just shut up for a moment?"
America shut up, unused to his timid twin being commanding.
"Ok, now, tell me why you are making such a fuss about Arthur this year."
Alfred's expression changed from petulant to a bit sheepish.
"Um, well...you see...heh heh."
"Alfred."
"Alright Mattie! Geez, don't get your panties in a wad."
"Alfred..."
Matthew could look downright menacing when he tried.
"Fine. It's because...Mattie, I like Arthur. Like, in a not-just-friendly way."
Canada took this calmly, having seen the sexual tension between the two for years.
"How long have you felt this way?"
"Ummm...since right before the Revolution."
Alfred looked abashed.
"Alfred! That long? Why the hell didn't you tell him?"
"Well, after the whole...independence thing...he was kinda angry and I figured it wasn't the time. And then I got nervous. I was trying to get up the courage to tell him tomorrow. But I don't think I can." Alfred sighed, smirking ruefully. "Not very heroic, right?"
"Ok. Now one more question. Why did you revolt. You knew it would hurt him."
"Because. I couldn't feel that way if I were his brother. So I left." Alfred grew slightly defensive. "I didn't plan for it to work out this way!"
Canada sighed at his brother's capacity to overlook the obvious.
"Alfred, you are an idiot."
America looked hurt, like a kicked puppy (with glasses and a bomber jacket). He started to defend himself, but was cut off by Canada.
"Arthur's loved you for just as long, if not longer. Everyone except you knows that."
Alfred looked completely shocked and unheroic, confusedly stuttering. "He...I...what?"
"And every 4th of July he drinks himself into a stupor because he thinks you left because you didn't want him. It's your fault, Alfred. I know you didn't want to hurt him, but you did."
America remained unable to speak, but took on a distressed expression at the pain he had caused England.
"So, here is what you're going to do. You're going to play the hero, a century too late, but whatever. You are going to get on a plane to London and get your sorry American ass over to Arthur's house tomorrow morning before he gets to drunk to understand. And you are going to tell him what you told me. Got it?"
Alfred nodded dumbly for a moment, then jumped up in his typical fashion, his "I'm planning a hero move" look back on his face.
"Thanks Mattie! I know what I'm gonna do!"
The eager American ran out of the room, leaving Canada shaking his head.
He better not screw this one up.
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairings: Various-UsUk, Spamano, GiriPan, etc. Past Franada, but no current Canada pairing.
Genre: Romance, humor
Rating: T
Warnings: Typical-cursing, kissing, implications of sexual activities, Canada with an actual backbone
Summary: When people don't notice you, you can notice a lot about them. Canada becomes the unofficial love guru of the world.
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6786759/1/An_Unlikely_Matchmaker
Same deal as Camera Confessions. This is the 1st chapter. If you want to see more, follow the link to ff.net or comment and ask for me to post the next chapter.
Sometimes perpetually single people make the best matchmakers.
Although Canada was not perpetually single, he was currently and was not in a hurry to change that. A relationship with France was...exhausting. Enjoyable, sometimes. Definitely enlightening. But exhausting. And Matthew did not regret its end. He and Francis were still friends, meaning that Francis still groped him recreationally.
But even though he was single, the relationship with France had taught him a little about the ways that people show love and lust. Combined with the fact that he was barely ever noticed, Canada found himself in a position to observe all the sexual tension between the nations.
In fact, surprising as it was, he was a superb matchmaker.
He had a better record than even Hungary and had a long list of couples who owed their relationship to the quiet nation. It was surprising, but Canada enjoyed it. He also found that he enjoyed being able to do something on his own, without France or America there to help him. The nations who he gave advice to started to notice him more often, and Canada became a popular nation due to his own contributions rather than hanging on the coattails of a boyfriend or his brother.
Matthew decided he rather like being single (but making sure the other nations weren't).
It had all started with America and England.
…...
The day was July 3rd, and Alfred was being unusually annoying. Actually, he was being just as annoying as he always as right before his birthday for a very different reason. Usually America planned a huge party for his birthday, complete with cake and tons of hamburgers (from McDonalds, of course). Every year he invited Arthur and every year, Arthur not so politely declined, preferring to get utterly drunk in his own house. Every year, Alfred pouted but didn't press the issue.
Matthew was used to dealing with America on the 3rd. America would be bouncing off the walls with excitement, planning the best party to date.
"Mattie, do we need more streamers?"
"Mattie, does this cake have enough icing?"
"Mattie, want a hamburger?"
"Mattie, what'd ya get me?"
And Matthew always put up with it for one day.
This year was different. America was still incessantly pestering his brother, but he seemed apprehensive rather than excited.
"Mattie, d'ya think England'll come this year?"
"Mattie, should I call Arthur again?"
"Mattie, why does the old man hate my birthday so much?"
Alfred was still behaving like a child, but he was pouting rather than bouncing. Matthew was a very patient nation, but he finally snapped.
"Alfred, would you just shut up for a moment?"
America shut up, unused to his timid twin being commanding.
"Ok, now, tell me why you are making such a fuss about Arthur this year."
Alfred's expression changed from petulant to a bit sheepish.
"Um, well...you see...heh heh."
"Alfred."
"Alright Mattie! Geez, don't get your panties in a wad."
"Alfred..."
Matthew could look downright menacing when he tried.
"Fine. It's because...Mattie, I like Arthur. Like, in a not-just-friendly way."
Canada took this calmly, having seen the sexual tension between the two for years.
"How long have you felt this way?"
"Ummm...since right before the Revolution."
Alfred looked abashed.
"Alfred! That long? Why the hell didn't you tell him?"
"Well, after the whole...independence thing...he was kinda angry and I figured it wasn't the time. And then I got nervous. I was trying to get up the courage to tell him tomorrow. But I don't think I can." Alfred sighed, smirking ruefully. "Not very heroic, right?"
"Ok. Now one more question. Why did you revolt. You knew it would hurt him."
"Because. I couldn't feel that way if I were his brother. So I left." Alfred grew slightly defensive. "I didn't plan for it to work out this way!"
Canada sighed at his brother's capacity to overlook the obvious.
"Alfred, you are an idiot."
America looked hurt, like a kicked puppy (with glasses and a bomber jacket). He started to defend himself, but was cut off by Canada.
"Arthur's loved you for just as long, if not longer. Everyone except you knows that."
Alfred looked completely shocked and unheroic, confusedly stuttering. "He...I...what?"
"And every 4th of July he drinks himself into a stupor because he thinks you left because you didn't want him. It's your fault, Alfred. I know you didn't want to hurt him, but you did."
America remained unable to speak, but took on a distressed expression at the pain he had caused England.
"So, here is what you're going to do. You're going to play the hero, a century too late, but whatever. You are going to get on a plane to London and get your sorry American ass over to Arthur's house tomorrow morning before he gets to drunk to understand. And you are going to tell him what you told me. Got it?"
Alfred nodded dumbly for a moment, then jumped up in his typical fashion, his "I'm planning a hero move" look back on his face.
"Thanks Mattie! I know what I'm gonna do!"
The eager American ran out of the room, leaving Canada shaking his head.
He better not screw this one up.