Don't Tell

"You WHAT!?" exclaimed the furious Englishman.

"I- I said... I'm dating France..." muttered the shy Canadian looking down at his twiddling thumbs.

The Englishman just stood there in shock, his hands plastered on the table as he stared at Canada, wide eyed. He still couldn't quite process the information in his mind. It was something that just didn't register. Why would anyone want to date that... that... Frog!?

He finally closed his eyes, realizing he was making Canada more nervous than he already was. He sat back down on the couch and crossed his arms. "So?"

"So what?" Canada asked looking up without moving his head.

"So? How did this happen?"

Canada's eyes went wide and his cheeks went a deep shade of red. "Uh well, you see..."

A FEW NIGHTS AGO

Canada was just sitting at home enjoying a nice freshly made meal of pancakes and maple syrup. He was tuned into the T.V. watching some American channel with some strange show called "The Real Housewives of something or other".

A fluffy white polar bear was lying beside him trying to get some sleep, but he was soon woken up by his master petting his head. "Why does America make shows like this? It doesn't quite make sense to me, Kumagoro."

The polar looked up at him. "Who're you?" it asked.

"I'm Canada," he said with a disappointed smile. He sighed and flipped off the T.V. to lay back and enjoy his pancakes. It wasn't long though, before he heard a knock on the door. "Hm. Who would be visiting me at this time of night?" he asked Kumajiro before standing up to get the door.

He turned the doorknob and opened it a bit and peeked through the crack. "Hello?"

"Bonjour," was the flamboyant reply.

Canada opened the door all the way and stared at France, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "F-France? What are you doing here?"

"Well you see," he started, "I suddenly had the urge to see mon cher's face and came right over." He had a happy smile on his face. "I hope I'm not disturbing anything."

Canada just stared for a few seconds out of shock. Realizing what he was doing, he shook his head and said, "Non, of course not. Come on in, it's chilly outside."

"Merci."

The two of them went inside with Canada shutting the door behind them. France took off his shoes and jacket and placed them in the closet. Canada led him into the living room where they sat down on the couch, Kumajiro between them.

Canada still couldn't believe that France was there. Hardly anyone noticed him, let alone visited him at his house. It also didn't help the fact that Canada had always had a crush on the man. Even when he was younger he had had an attachment to him, but he couldn't quite understand why. He also had no idea why France had given him up to England so easily. Oh man, he was starting to get himself depressed. He scrunched his eyes and looked back up at France who was petting Kumajiro. "I-is there anything I can get you?"

"No, it's fine Canada. I just wanted to see you," he said cheerfully.

"Oh, I see." Canada said, looking back at the coffee table. He picked up his plate of pancakes again and began eating it. Can he really mean that? Did someone put him up to this? he asked himself as he absently placed pieced of the syrup covered quick bread into his mouth.

"Oh, Canada, you have some syrup on your cheek," France said, pointing to it. "Let me get it."

Before Canada even realized what France was doing, he had taken his chin gently in his hand, moved his head slightly and licked the syrup off. A deep shade of red covered the Canadian's cheeks. He placed a hand on the cheek France had licked and stared at him wide eyed. France just had a smirk on his face.

"You know, Cana, you can be really cute sometimes."

Canada's cheeks went an even deeper shade of red and he placed his plate of pancakes back on the coffee table and clasped his hands tightly together in his lap. "Wh-why do you say that?" he asked without making eye contact.

Kumajiro had decided he had seen enough of this and jumped off the couch to go to another, safer, room in the house, leaving the two of them alone on the couch with nothing between them. France took advantage of this and slid closer to Canada. "Because it iz true, mon chere," he said placing an arm around Canada's shoulders.

Canada's face, getting redder still, was now hidden behind his hands. Was France coming on to him? Not that he minded! But, it was still embarrassing for him. He was completely speechless and just wanted to disappear into the couch.

France, who was smiling, whispered into Canada's ear, "Let me see your face s'il vous plaît." He put one hand on the ones covering Canada's face and pushed them down while his other had grabbed hold of Canada's chin and moved his head so that they were face to face and kissed him. Lightly at first but it soon got deeper and more passionate. France's hand was now holding onto the side of Canada's face and he was slowly leaning forwards with the intention of pushing Canada onto his back.

However, Canada soon regained his senses and as soon as the kiss broke, he pushed France back and covered his mouth with his hands, his cheeks were a deep shade of red. "Canada? What's wrong?" France asked.

Canada looked down and to the side and muttered something.

"What was that? I couldn't hear."

More mumbling.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"That was my first kiss!" Canada blurted and grabbed a pillow, hiding his face behind it.

France just stared for a few moments before a light pink blush appeared onto his cheeks and said, "M...Mignon!" and throwing himself on top of Canada.

~*~*~

"And, uh, that's what happened," Canada said, finishing up his tale.

England just sat there, hand clasped, eyes closed, and eyebrows furrowed. He seemed to be deep in thought about something. Finally, he ordered a servant to some over. "You, tell the military to co-ordinate all missiles and fire them at Paris."

"E-England!" Canada shouted. "You can't do that!"

"Bloody hell I can't."

"France hasn't done anything wrong! Please leave him alone!" Canada pleaded with a worried look.

England thought for a moment after looking at Canada's face a sighed. "Never mind. Cancel the order," he said, waving his hand at the servant.

Canada's face lit up. "Thank you, England!" he said going up to him and hugging him.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He said, looking away as if he didn't care.

Canada let him go. "Thank you again," he said just before looking at his wrist watch. "Ah, I have to be somewhere in five minutes! I have to go, I'll see you later," he said waving to England and closing the door behind him. He slumped against it and breathed a sigh of relief. Well, that's settled. But there's no way I could tell him what happened after that. Then he really would send missiles after France...he thought to himself, a light blush on his cheeks as he went down the hallway.