Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Hetalia or this song. The song is called "C'est L'amour" by Rosi Golan.

I felt it in my heart, that it was time. A change of scenery.

To get, a little lost, to feel alive, and reach beyond me.

I was bored with my life, to put it simply. I wanted to go somewhere new, do something grand. I didn't want people to keep looking at me and asked "Who's that?" No. I wanted them to look at me with their jaws wide open as they ask "Who is that?" So when I collected enough money and bid my brother adieu, I had no regrets jumping on a plane.

I walked into the first cafe in France

I'm so clichéd.

The whole place smelled wonderful, I could probably just live on the air. I spotted a cute table in the corner a headed over, a smile playing on my lips. Yes, this was going to go well. I would have a nice, refreshing time, and then when I get back home I'll be a different person. I was here to get away from the suffocating life in Canada, and I was going to enjoy it. "Bonjour. Comment puis-je vous servir?" (Hello. How may I serve you?)

When I saw him, I felt the room divide into pieces.

Oh the lights danced around us like stars in the sky.

The waiter was absolutely gorgeous. "U-uh…" I stuttered. I heard the rumors of the charming men from France, but I never imagined… "P-Puis j'ai l'eau?" (Can I have some water?)

The man smiled at me. "That's an interesting accent…" He said. His English surprised me. "Where are you from?"

"H-how did you know I spoke English if you don't know where I'm from…?" I asked.

The man laughed good naturedly. "I see you're a perceptive one! Okay, that was just my little trick for getting to talk to cute Canadians like you!"

I blushed furiously. "S-so…" I stuttered. Oh, this was all so embarrassing!

"Ohonhon~! No need to be nervous, mon petite! How about I get my friend to cover for me and I join you for dinner?"

"O-okay…"

One night in Paris with the man I barely knew. I'm lost in a moment.

This was all so weird. Was this normal for France? The waiter –he introduced himself as Francis- was kind, but he kept flirting with me and all I did was stutter…

C'est la vie. C'est la chances, c'est l'amour.

I braced myself internally, and smiled at the joke Francis told me. He was a nice man, if a bit perverted. Plus, he knew the menu well and the service his friend provided was fine.

It happened all so fast, the perfect night, for perfect strangers.

"Would you mind if I showed you around the city?" Francis asked, after we had finished dinner.

I was surprised, so surprised I could barely nod a timid 'yes'.

And like a little girl who's never been to Disney land, And when I think about him I wish I had it all.

He showed me around the city like he promised, it was magical. France was a beautiful country. I couldn't believe some of the sights he showed me…

There we stood, in a garden gods must envy, soft music playing in the background, the perfect setting. He smiled downat me, and without warning or words, he kissed me.

To do again because

Well, I'm not going to deny it didn't scare the living crap out of me. But it was sweet and romantic, so I couldn't help wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing back.

I really like Paris.

Yep. That's the frickin' THEME SONG for Franada. I don't know...I guess I'm just in a really Franada mood today. :P

This is my first songfic, so tell me how I did! Thanks for reading!

-Mallory