Hetalia Drabbles

First time I told you (Franada)

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"Do you remember the first time you said you loved me?" Francis said to Mathew.

"I can't believe I acted like that."

"I believe it was a month or two after you had money trouble and moved back in with me."

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Francis was going out with a girl again.

Matthew absolutely hated it when Francis went out with someone.

When he was little he would savor the 'I love you' in French that Francis told him.

They seemed meaningless now that he was grown up.

Why though? Matthew would often say to himself. Why did they mean nothing now?

Francis came back home, very late, and Matthew had waited for him.

When Francis walked through the front door Matthew bolted to him and what he said surprised even him.

"Why did you come back so late?! I waited so long I was worried sick! Why do you need to leave so long for women?!"

"Because I want them to love me of course, it's that simple."

"I don't know why though! I love you more than anything! You used to say that you loved me too! It doesn't matter anymore does it?!"

Francis was taken aback and didn't quite know how to react at first.

They was a small silence, and then Matthew felt Francis kiss the crown of his hair and gently wrap his arms around the Canadian.

"It still does matter. It never stopped mattering to me."

Matthew could feel tears of joy streaming down his cheeks as he hugged Francis back and nuzzled his head in his chest.

Matthew lifted his head back up and kissed Francis for the first time.

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Matthew had fallen asleep while Francis stayed awake and noticed something.

Matthew slightly trembled under the covers of their bed, which meant he was having a nightmare or thinking about something that frightens him.

Francis slid over closer to Mathew and wrapped his arms around Mathew; he held him close to his body.

Francis hummed the tune of 'Dormir ur petite mine' to him, and it always calmed him.

While Francis held Mathew and hummed the lullaby, he remembered the first time Mathew had trouble sleeping when he was little.

He held him close to his heart, just like as Francis was now.

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Francis saw a small figure crawl into his bed.

"What is wrong, Matthew?" he asked.

"I can't sleep." Francis sat up and held the child close to his chest.

"Why can't you sleep, little one?"

"I'm afraid to." Francis thought about what he could do to help Mathew sleep.

"What if I sing to you, will you sleep then?"

Mathew simply nodded his head and clung onto Francis. He recalled a lullaby his mother sang to him.

"Dormir une petite mine,

Que vos rêves vous emporter

mais s'il vous plaît pas de moi,

dormir une petite mine,

peut vous dormez paisiblement,

ces rêves que vous avez pris de suite,

oui ils qu'ils ont fait

s'il vous plaît de toute façon,

Je promets que je ne va pas disparaître,

non..."

Matthew was breathing steadily against Francis, and his eyes were closed.

"Je t'aime."

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Just like now, Matthew is calm again and snuggled up against Francis.

"Je t'aime Matthew."

He stirred from his sleep and looked up at Francis.

"I love you too..." he breathed back softly.