france taking care of baby canada? or like…little kid canada calling him from englands house to complain about arthur and alfred. or france taking care of seychelles. sweet, slice-of-life kind of things
(you just gave me so many feelings you have no idea my love for papa France)
“Oui, oui- Mathieu? Hush now mon garcon.”
Francis has taken to referring to the young nation by his human given name- instead of Canada. Instead of the nation that had already seen fighting, rival countries bickering over new territories and land claims. It’s a bitter business, he thought, one that he’s undoubtedly lost much to his chagrin.
That bastard of an island nation seems keen on taking from him, and by this point Francis is just tired, and sad. He can hear the welling tears again from the boy on the phoneline and he wished nothing more than to go to that stuffy old house and pry him from Arthur’s hands.
“Do you remember our little game? Hide and seek? You were always the best at hiding, why don’t you try that now?”
A sly grin made Francis sit up, stirring the black coffee in his cup as he mused it over.
Oh that would just infuriate the Brit.
“Yes. Call me back after your little game Mathieu. And have fun!”