Be Mine (Hetalia/Franada)

Chapter Three: Missing You

Canada woke up leaning against a maple tree with is polar bear next to him. "I miss him." He said softly to the bear. "Who?" Canada rolled his eyes. "France. I miss France. He was the first country to notice me besides America when he needs a punching bag." The bear ignored him. "Are you even listening to me?!" Canada cried. "Sorry who?" The bear questioned. Canada just sighed and went back to sleep.

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France sat alone in his big house stairing at a decorated wall of his dining room. A glass of wine sat in front of him untouched. His hear was unbrushed and there were dark circles under his eyes. What would they think of me? He thought miserably.  I look like crud, I feel like crud... He sighed.

There was a knock on the door frame. France looked up to see Spain standing in the doorway. "Hola! I'm here to go over the April fools plans with you!" He grined. France looked blankly at him. "Hey are you awake in there?" Spain knocked on Frances' head. "Helooo..." France brushed his hand off and took a gulp of the wine. "Not now Spain. I'm not in the mood." France ut his head down on the table. "Que? What's wrong Frane?" Spain sighed and sat across from France at the large table.

"That poor boy... He's all alone, I left him..." France rambled on about how lonley Canada is and how bad he feels. Spain didn't know he was talking about Canada and just looked confused.

"I must throw a party to see him again." France threw his hands in the air. "But England won't let me barrow money!!!" Spain slapped his hand to his forehead. "Another boy?" Spain rolled his eyes. "No no... This is a country. I can't tell you who." France sighed. He didn't want it getting out. America would never let it go. And he didn't even know if Canada felt the same way, or if he was just that nice to everybody. 

 "I can give you some money as long as I can co-host." Spain patted France on the head. "Oh thank you!" France jumped up to get a note book and start planning. Spain chuckled. "So enthuseastic si?" He must really care for said country. Spain thought, wondering who it could be. surley not England... He shrugged and helped France plan.

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"Ay Canada!" The polar bear shouted from the mail box. "You have a letter from France, why would that be?" Canada ran to the mail box and snatched the letter. It was an invitation to a party in one week in France. It had Spain and Frances' sygnatures at the bottum. "Dress sharp, and bring a friend~" Canada had no friends. He called America. 

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"Hey bro!" America shouted over the phone. "What's the haps?" Canada laughed at his older brother's slang. "I got invited to France and Spain's formal party next week. Do you want to come?" America laughed loudly. 

"Why didn't I get an invite? I'm way cooler than you!" He yelled so loud Canada had to hold the phone away from his ear. "Don't know ay." Canada laughed at his brother's ignorance. "So you'll  come? And stay out of trouble? Bring England!" "Iggy?! Why?!?!" America sounded nervous. "You guys hang out a lot, just ask him. Canada hung up the phone and looked at the polar bear. "Help me pick an outfit!" Canada didn't know the first thing about fassion compaired to France. I have to look my best for France. Canada closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air. The polar bear looked at him like there was something wrong with him and said, "Wear blue and white." Canada nodded."Sound good to me." 

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