Be Mine (Hetalia/Franada)

Chapter Six: A Letter And Manny Tears

Canada woke up in his guest room the next morning feeling blissful. America was not in his bed, so he assumed everything worked out with England. All the memories from the night before came flooding back to him. The feel of Frances hand in his, the soft smile and sparkling eyes stairing back at him. Finally, the kiss. Canada remembered it vividly and wanted more. He pulled out his journal and wrote down every second so he would not forget it.

There was a knock on the door. Canada jumped and shoved the journal in his bag before pulling on a pair of jeans. He opened the door slowly and blinked at France standing in the doorway. He looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep. "I found you." He said before slipping into the room. "W-what?" Canada asked. "You made me promise to find you. Here you are." He smirked and sat on the edge of Canada's guest bed. Canada shut the door and watched France. France pulled out a note and passed it to Canada. "What's this?" Canada asked with a shaky voice. France looked sad. "Readit. It's from my boss". Canada unfolded the letter and began to read.

~"Dear France, I have been notified that your marriage to England failed. I also heard about your litte affair with Canada. If you can not find someone to balance out your check book by the end of the month, we will find a new representative for your County."~

Canada stood perfectly still. He had stopped breathing half way through the letter. France still sat on the bed. The only thing that had changed was a tear on Frances cheek. Canada started breathing once more and moved to sit by France. He whiped the tear away with his thumb. "I'm so sorry..." Canada choked on the sentence. Now there were tears in his eyes. "No no... No tears in your beautiful eyes." France sighed and wrapped his arms around Canada. 

France held Canada and they silently cried together. France then stood in front of Canada and kneeled. Canada blinked away his tears. "Canada. I love you. We may not know each other that well. But I love you all the same. Will you marry me?" France pulled out a gold ring with a white diamond on it. Canada covered his mouth wih his right hand and France held the left, waiting for an answer. The tears began flowing again and all Canada coud do was nodd. France slipped the ring on his left ring finger and pulle Canada into his arms and kissed him warmly. They stayed like this for several hours, talking and crying and kissing. France wrote a letter to his boss, telling him the news and hoping for the best. 

The wedding was planed for two weeks later and would be spectacula. Everyone would be invited. France would be saved, and Canada would no onger be lonley. This was all... As it should be. 

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