Inspired by you tube video called 'Promises" that I was listening to in the car on my family vacation two weeks ago. France lovers please don't kill me for this. This one is actually going to be a small but complete story rather than just a oneshot with at least four chapters, possibly more if I feel that I can make it work. That and Canada really deserves more of his own stories.

R&R now!

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia, the video, or any countries mentioned in here.

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Date: 8/25/09

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Canada stared tiredly at the computer screen, it happened again. He wasn't angry, at least not at that moment he wasn't. This wasn't unusual behavior for Francis, rendezvousing around with people. It's was the Frenchman's common behavior to be out finding and taking his next prey. Canada had known that since he was a child, he knew that when he said yes to Francis.

But he had been stupidly hopeful that Francis would slow down once in a relationship with him, and for a while it seemed that way. In the first few months of their relationship his newfound lover oddly didn't go out as late of meet up with anyone else in an intimate situation. But then he stated again, started going back to his habit of le amour. It took Canada week to catch him in the act, but then again the younger had nervously anticipated this from the beginning. He knew what he was getting himself into when he accepted Francis' confession. For over three centuries he had been hoping, waiting for that type of affection from Francis. When would he Canada, be on the receiving end of the Francis' declaration, instead of watching another person. He waited silently for so long to receive that ridiculous red rose that the man gave out to everyone except him.

It was so stupid of him to think it would work out, eh? Of course it was stupid for him to fall for Francis, of all the god damn people in the world. He wasn't really angry, not anymore, he could never hold a grudge for long. So every time that Francis cheated on him, the anger just dulled, but every time Francis lied broke him further. Canada played along, because Francis would tell him the truth eventually right, his older brother figure really did love him.

So why did he always lie?

Matthew flipped the laptop top down. It's okay, he told himself, he was used to this, he would bear with it. Because he had waited for so long to get to where he was in Francis' heart today, he wouldn't ruin that. It's just that this pain won't go away. It's not fair, he told himself years ago that he accepted Francis for his promiscuities as long as he could be with the man. But now he just couldn't…Besides who would even care, he was just a meek nobody that happened to be play-

"Out." the white bear in his lap clutched to his chest bringing the nation out of his daze.

"Out now?" asked the fuzzy creature, turning its head to the side.

Canada nodded, wrapping his arms around his pet, and getting out of the seat. He barely walked out of the office, Francis' office, when a voice came from his left.

"Why do you let him keep doing this to you?" asked the frowning nation, his body leaning against the wall comfortably. Canada blinked, and closed the door to the office before facing Netherlands.

"You know why" replied Canada curtly to the other man.

"Yeah, well I was hoping you'd correct me of that answer." joked Netherlands, attempting to lighten up mood. Canada gave him small smile and shook his head.

"There's even more bags under your eyes today" stated Netherlands bluntly, "you'll get wrinkles at this rate". This time him tone wasn't as humorously light as before.

"It's just work, but thanks for notice." Either Canada didn't notice Netherland's tone or chose to ignore it, most likely the latter. The elder man stood up straight, fully glaring right at Canada.

"This is wrong, that guy is just...just …. Look at what he's doing to you!" started Netherlands, uncrossing his arms to motion to the other.

"He's not doing anything to me." Canada's voice dropped a cord lower.

"You're not as invisible as you think; I'm not the only one that can see you getting worse! Just-"

"I love him."

They both stay silent, and Canada drops his gaze to the ground, no longer icy cold. Cautiously Netherlands approaches, raising his hand to caress the other nation's face. Matthew flinches away.

"Must you always stay so faithful to a whoring bastard?" chuckled Netherlands resignedly. The Canadian surprisingly nods, squeezing his pet tighter into his shirt. Netherlands sighed and brushed his fingers slightly through the blonde's hair before walking past him.

"Just so you know, I would never treat you like this." and Netherlands walked on.

Canada looked town to his side and picked up the orange tulip the other had left behind. Sighing, Canada began walking off in the other direction towards the exit.

"Thank you for your friendship." He knew Netherlands had heard.

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When I came back from my vacation and looked at all the updates I saw there was already a similar story of a cheating France (but it was a USUK piece). Imagine my spirits go down the drain from that. Anyways I just like this idea too much to just abandon it, that and I already thought out the next 2 chapters plus the last one so I edited it a bit and here we are.

Don't expect much romance or happy Hollywood endings, this is basically a more contemplative friendship piece on Canada that shows he's cared for. More characters will show up soon.

Please review, pretty pretty please. Is this a good idea so I can continue or a bad idea so that I can just leave the idea alone?