Hetalia:Making FriendsThe world meaning went as it always did. America was an idiot. France and England argued. America France and England argued. Russia was creepy. The baltics were scared. Poland was a valley girl. Germany was angry. Italy wants pasta. Insanity ensued once more.
Today, Russia was watching everyone with an interest. His boss had told him he needed to make some new friends or else. At first Russia had been confused because as far as he was concerned he had a lot of friends. The baltics, the .....stans, the step countries, ukraine and belarus were all his underlings. But soon Russia had just agreed and so was now looking around for someone to make the next soviet state,
Amidst all the chaos France grew bored of bickering with England so he allowed America to take
APH: FrancexCanadaFrance sat outside his house awaiting his guest.
He felt bad that everyone was neglecting poor Canada so he invited him over for dinner.
Whether or not it was to show off France's cooking or not was besides the point and truly unknown.
France stared at the fluffy clouds in the sky when suddenly he heard a soft voice say "France? I'm here."
He turned around to see Canada standing there, of coarse with his bear.
"Oh! My sweet Canada!" France said throwing his arms around Canada.
"Sorry it took me so long, someone else mistook me for America." Canada said revealing a black eye.
"Oh dear!" France gasped bringing Canada inside.
He told Canada to lay down on the couch, "'Now who was the bully who beat you up?" France called to Canada, he was getting ice.
"I'm not sure, you really don't have to-" Canada started.
France came over with a bag of ice and placed in on Canada's bruise. "Does it feel better at all?" He asked sweetly.
"Yes. Thank you." Canada smiled.
"Where else does it hurt?" France