Sooo…. I'm in the middle of a big Kingdom Hearts story…. And I was missing my Hetalia boys! So I wrote this one.

Poor Canada…. I love him. He's just so damn cute!

I don't own these characters in any way…. unfortunately.

Anyway, enjoy!

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Matthew stood at the edge of the conference room, and, as usual, nobody noticed him. England shouted angrily at America, who went babbling on about some hare-brained scheme that made him look like a hero and would never work, Italy babbled on about pasta and scary German women in Japan's ear, Germany looked more and more pissed off by the moment, and Russia just looked on, vaguely amused.

And France... where is Francis? Matthew wondered. It's not like him to miss an opportunity to antagonize Arthur. Suddenly,Canada felt arms encircling his waist. He was so surprised, he almost dropped Kumijiro.

"Bonjour, ma chéri.Have you enjoyed ze meeting?"

"Francis, you frightened me!" Matthew's face fell. "And honestly, I don't know why I bother coming at all. Nobody ever notices me anyways. I don't know why I keep trying..."

"Non, ma petit! Zat is not true! I always notice you." the elder nation turned him around in his arms so that they were face to face.

"I would be most unhappy if you were to not come, Mathieu. I would miss you jolie visage."

Matthew looked up at Francis with tears in his eyes. "Really? You would miss me, Francis?"

The Frenchman smiled down at him. "Of course, ma petit, I care very much for you."

Matthew blushed and looked away. "I...I care very much for you, too..."

Francis grabbed Matthews chin, forcing him to look up at him. "Zen why do you look away, ma chéri? Zen why not look into my eyes?"

And when France's magnetic blue eyes met his own, Matthew found he couldn't help but lean forward. The elder nation met him in a kiss. It was the Canadian's very first. His eyes slid closed, and just as he began to get used to the feel of it, he felt the press of the Francis' tongue on his lips, seeking entrance. Matthew opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and it was all the invitation the Frenchman needed. He slid his tongue deftly into Canada's mouth, eliciting a small moan from his younger partner.

Suddenly, they were roughly pulled apart.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, frog?"

"Dude, what's up with this?"

"Mein gott, Francis, can you not control yourself?"

Francis just grinned at Matthew. "Don't forget, ma chéri, I always notice you. Je t'aime."

He sauntered away, ignoring the exclamations being issued by the other nations.

"You okay, little bro?" Alfred asked.

"Yeah..." he trailed off. Mathew, hugging Kumijiro tight. Finally, he had someone who noticed him. Who loved him. It was such an incredible feeling...

"Jet'aime, Francis."