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[Ooc| This will be a private roleplay between Guardian Rayna and myself.
It will be PG-14 and up.
And I need to go find a pic.... do you want to use pics, Rayna? x) Or if you don't want to, that's fine. It saves me trouble, heeeee. I found a pic. It's all good. x) And so sorry for the short post. It's late and.. my muse, she escapes me. D: -fail- ]

The days were bleak and dull in France- the Tour had already passed, the bicyclists gone home, some cheering, some saddened. Prizes were won, tears were shed-
And now, he was bored. Oh, so blissfully bored. The fun times had passed and there was no entertainment for him, other than sit by a beloved monument and watch the ladies idly pass by. Ooh, la la.

Francis was silent for a while before glancing around curiously. He wasn't just here to mope about the lack of entertainment and stare at the beautiful women. He was waiting for someone- a special nation, one that truly caught his eye above all the others when it seemed no one even realized he was there. The second-largest nation in their Earth.

"Oh, Canada," he quietly murmured under his breath, bringing up a hand to brush over his slightly-stubbly chin. "Où êtes-vous?" [Where are you?]

[Ooc| -hug- D: ]

Francis waited for quite a while before deciding that, no, maybe his Mathieu -he refused to refer to him as 'Matthew', for that was the English way, and he would not turn to such ways- wasn't going to arrive. A sigh escaped the nation of love and he pushed himself off the main wall of the monument, beginning to walk forward, when he stopped. Wait. There was- one place he hadn't looked. He had always been looking forward...

Slowly he whirled around and began to walk the opposite way. A few trots ahead and, sure enough, a blonde tuft of hair greeted him from not too far from where he stood. A devious grin broke out over his features and he stalked forward, making sure to be ever so sly, creeping on his toes, waltzing forward carefully. And then, he pounced-!
No. Really, he just snaked his arms around Canada from behind and pulled him close, grinning.

"You've arrived," he mused quietly, and let one of his hand freely roam over the other's clothing. Jacket, tie, dress shirt- all very nice. He had come suited well. "Nice to see you, Mathieu."

A small smirk slowly began to appear on Francis's face, mainly due to the way the boy in his arms was reacting. Always so shy, with such timid responses and those blushes that made his face light up with this beautiful red tint. It almost matched the opposite borders of the nation's flag.

"No need to be so timid, mon ange." he smiled while letting his forefingers idly tug at the shirt collar that the other wore. Such soft material...
Afterwards he stepped back and made his way around the Canadian, stopping to stand right before him. Once he was positioned neatly before him he cupped the younger blonde's chin in his hands and kissed his cheeks, one at a time, softly. A customary greeting in his country, but for Matthew, he let it linger. Plus, he added an extra kiss on his forehead.

"After all, we're just here to have dinner and catch up, non?" Francis slowly pulled back shortly after the greeting and crossed his arms, smiling at the other, younger nation. He could be so cute most of the time.

Well, Francis idly thought as he stood by Matthew now and placed a hand on the small of his back, pushing him forward gently so they could begin to walk. He's being rather timid today. Tsk. I'll have to coax him out of his shell.

With that in mind, he made sure to gently lead the boy along the streets of his capital, his arm eventually having snaked over to rest on the other's shoulders casually. "We're well on our way, Mathieu. I know a nice restaurant that I'm sure you'll love."

At least, he hoped he loved it. Hopefully his young Canada hadn't forgotten all about French cuisine. "And while we walk," Francis purred quietly, allowing his hand to brush over Matthew's shoulder calmly, hoping to entice him and see that wonderful blush yet again. "Dis-moi, [tell me] how have you been? I do not get to hear from you enough."

Francis was glad when Matthew suddenly began speaking animatedly, and he made sure to listen to every word. The Winter Olympics, hm? And in Canada, too. No doubt that would get the other countries' attentions, for it certainly had spiked his. And then everyone would be focused on his little Matthew for the first time in a very long time. Everyone.

At that, his smile dropped a bit. Somehow, he took pleasure in knowing that he was one of the only few that ever remembered the Canadian. And soon, in a few months, everyone would have their eyes on him? A sense of possessive feeling dashed by for a second, but he waved it off. He didn't need to think about such things right now, not when there was an adorable little blonde he had to be attending to.

"Well indeed- I've recently gotten myself out of some economic problems." a smile graced his lips and he turned his attention to the street, for a while, for they had to pause and take a right at corner. When that was done, Francis looked right back to him and let his finger trace that one curl. Quebec. So soft yet so upright. "Now I'll possibly have more money to visit you more often. Maybe even enough to get the best seats at those Olympics you're hosting. If you're working so hard on them, they must turn out amazing."

[Ooc| 's okay! D8 -hug hug hug-]

Francis now chuckled, enjoying the other's enthusiasm. "I'll make sure to come over more often, then." he gave a courteous wink before gently pushing him into a restaurant. Good thing it hadn't been a long walk- he was becoming hungry.

"Here we are, dear Mathieu." he ushered them inside, smiling once a hostess came up to lead them to a table. Once they were near it he pulled a chair back for his beloved Canada with a grin. "I assure you, you'll love dinner here. And order anything you want, do not be shy- it's all on me." anything for the precious little blonde.

A small smile came onto Francis's face and he shook his head. Honestly, the boy could be so modest. Some simple fries and a steak? ah, but he knew better than to push him. So when the waitress came, he calmly ordered for the Canadian, also mentioning something about escargot and their finest wine. Once she left, his attention was turned back to the blonde and he curiously raised an eyebrow, watching him.

"You know I can treat you to whatever you wish," he pouted, and albeit fake, he hoped it could be rather convincing. "Dear Mathieu. Always thinking of others before yourself- just how I raised you, really." A small smile soon replaced the pout. "But today, I'm treating you. You do not need to be selfless around me, d'accord?" he reached over then and grabbed the Canadian's hand, carefully letting his fingers curl around the other's as he brought it close and kissed it. Oh, Francis, such a flirt.

The Frenchman only smirked into the other's hand and even went as far as to kiss each individual fingertip. One, two, three, four, five. He let the kiss on the boy's thumb linger longer than the others and after that he intertwined their fingers together slowly.

"Always so bashful, beloved Mathieu." Francis murmured, taking a silent glance around with his eyes to see just how many people were watching the scene. One or two, it seemed. He hoped the young Canadian wouldn't notice- it might frighten him. "Now," he let his fingers drum against Matthew's hand softly, curling and sweeping with the softest of touches. "I noticed you didn't bring your bear with you." Darn.. what was his name again? Francis always forgot. "Did you leave him behind at home or a hotel, dear?" Anything to make some sort of conversation, he supposed. He didn't want their dinner to be awkward.