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Francis paused then and drew his hand back. That was a big slap in the face, pretty much. He still was fully aware of his surroundings, and it reminded him of what he had just been trying to do. He couldn't move in just yet, and he sighed a bit. Well- for Matthew, he'd wait. He'd force himself to wait now, dammit.

"The view, hmm?" he snaked his hand to rest it on Matthew's waist again. At least he could still hold him close and say that he was just holding him up so he couldn't fall. And that was true. "And you'll show me this view, won't you?"

"We will have to see." Francis chuckled faintly and he followed Matthew to his room. Once they reached the end of the hall he glanced up to the number and paused, dwelling on it. The number stood out as important to him, and something in the back of his mind flickered to life. Something swelled up inside him at the recognition of the number and he felt... pride? Joy? Some sort of happiness that only this number, associated with his beloved Canada, could bring.

And all too soon, the door was opened and he walked in with his young ex-colony. He glanced around, taking in the colors, smiling all the while. Definitely a room meant for Matthew. "Stunning," he commented, and went over to sit on the bed, immediately reaching over and patting the sleepy bear. "Bonjour, Kumajiro." A-ha, yes, he remembered the name of the bear! Good- if he hadn't, it may have been awkward. "He's grown a bit since I've last seen him."

"I can see," Francis laughed jokingly, and carefully petted the bear before watching him curl up. Well, he needed his sleep, best leave him alone. After slowly standing from the bed, he turned to walk and stand behind Matthew, who was admiring the view. Looking over him, his lips curved into a wide smile. He saw this city every day. And yet, somehow, having Matthew here in front of him while they looked out into the night city made his Paris be even more beautiful than he could recall.

"Gorgeous, non?" he murmured then and, tentatively, he wrapped his arms around Matthew from behind and rested his chin on the boy's shoulder, his eyes locked on the city landscape. "I do wish you would come here and see the city like this more often. It never truly gets old."

Francis smiled faintly as he felt Matthew shift more to be in his hold. On instinct, he tilted his head and let his lips press against Matthew's cheek gently, leaving a soft kiss and allowing his lips to carefully brush against that spot while he spoke. "Ageless. Very nice word. I suppose you could use that." his lips soon curved into a smile and his eyes shifted to focus more on Matthew than the night city.

In his arms, he noted, was something more beautiful than that Eiffel Tower. And he suddenly felt very, very lucky. "You don't age that much, yourself. I assume that is how you stay so handsome..." he let it slip, he knew, but he couldn't help himself and he just chuckled as he hugged the Canadian closer to him.

"I still do not see how anyone can mistake you for that fool..." Francis murmured against the other's cheek, getting more and more tempted by the second. He looked so sleepy, so adorably cute. Really, how could anyone see Alfred when they looked at him? He just simply couldn't see it. Everybody else was ignorant- yes, ignorant, that had to be it.

"Are you sleepy, mon ange?" he whispered then, and smiled as he lowered his head and kissed right at the base of Matthew's neck affectionately. "Perhaps I should carry you to bed so you may rest. I assume you've had quite a long day in Paris."

Francis hummed then, to show that he'd listened, and smiled a little as he laughed. Perhaps that was a soft ticklish spot? Just in case, he kissed that spot again, more carefully this time, as he tucked his arms under the other successfully and lifted him off his feet. He carried him in somewhat of a bride-hold and his lips stayed pressed to his neck, kissing softly here and there. Can. Not. Resist. Anymore.

"I want to, though." he murmured and led Matthew to the only bed in the room, apparently. He saw Kumajiro was still there, so he set Matthew down on the bed carefully so that he wouldn't bump into the bear. Once that was done, he sat on the bed beside him, leaning down and supporting himself on his elbow, his head tilted to rest on the Canadian's chest. "And I'll stay here overnight to make sure you get a good rest."

The Frenchman nodded a bit, glad the other could allow him to stay. He knew he'd been given permission earlier, but the reassurance was good. With a chuckle, he now began to shift to lie down beside the other nation rather than just sit down by him. Now that he was carefully lying down, he was able to rest his chin on the other's chest better and tilt his head to kiss right beneath his chin.

"I remember," Francis soon whispered, smiling into Matthew's neck, "When you were still little. And I'd sing you songs to go to sleep when you couldn't fall asleep. You were so young.."