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Canada…he was always so quiet always melding into the crowd. You had never seen a man so…so…how can you put it. He wasn’t shy, he was very soft spoken. Yes, he was soft spoken. You usually observed his actions and how he would react to them. How his eyes showed comprehension, and a type of maturity. You’ve tried getting close to him but let’s say…you never truly could. You didn’t know how to approach him, or how to even start a conversation with him. You had a fear deep within your heart that he would reject you. Or that once you got to know each other you would find out that you didn’t get along.

It wasn’t until this one day, you were walking alone. Imagining how it would feel if someone was walking next to you. Having a conversation with them, that would make you feel contempt with the day.  That’s when you saw him. He was walking down your neighborhood looking exasperated. He was holding a piece of paper in his hands, and looking at each of the houses then looking at the paper again.

You got a surge of courage, you were going to walk up to him and see if he needed help. You took a deep breath, clenched your fists trying to edge off your anxiousness. You walked a little faster and you quickly got closer to him. You were two feet away from him; he had yet to notice you. And he did not notice your epic failure as you walked past him with your head down and your hands in your pockets. Ugh, how frustrated you were with yourself. How could something so simple get to you? You could feel your heart racing, each beat got you more fidgety, and each beat got you weaker in the knees.

You were prone to these sudden examples of social anxiety. You couldn’t count how many times you had to excuse yourself from social interaction. You remember that one time you went to a basketball game and you almost passed out due to the screaming and chaotic atmosphere displayed at the game. Thru the years you were able to control these attacks, they had even become infrequent.

As you kicked yourself for not being able to help him, you heard calls being directed towards you. You stopped in your tracks; yes those soft whispers were all you needed for you heart to defeat your insecurities. You spun around on your heel and saw him with his head down, whispering words you have heard him say countless of times. “I guess you couldn’t see me.” He was about to leave when you said, “That’s not true; I can see you perfectly fine.” You couldn’t believe it, you said those words with such clarity. It surprised you usually during your first meetings with people, you would talk so…let’s just put it that people would ask you to repeat thing more than once.

“Oh…Uh…” what should you say. You stared at the ground, moving your feet. “Um…do you need any h-help?” you let the words flow, as you tried your best at making eye contact.

“Y-yeah, if it’s no bother?” he said.

“I-it’s not a bother.”

“Well, I’m looking for this place.” He showed you the piece of paper.

You read it then responded, “Oh, that’s over there.” You pointed the house next to yours. You then started to wonder why he would go there. Nobody was living there at the moment. You heard it belonged to a young man, who would occasionally come during spring and rarely in the fall. You had never gotten to meet the man.

“Thank you. My papa let me borrow his home for the winter. He told me, well forced me to move out of my cabin in the woods. Saying things like, “Maple syrup won’t get you out of your shell.” Or “Pet bears will never introduce you to a beautiful woman.” Oh sorry…my name is Mathew Williams. It’s nice to me you…” he held out his hand.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his little ramble. You shook his hand, “My name is (f/n). (F/N) (L/N).” The ice was broken, and the tension was lessened. You let out a breath, “It’s very nice to meet you Mathew. I guess were going to be neighbors.” You were quite happy and worried, yet more happy than worried. The man you were “observing”, the man you seemed to have fallen in love with, ever since that day that you saw him at the skating rink, was going to be your neighbor. Your heart was doing the Macarena in your chest.

Mathew blushed and looked away. There was a pause, and then he said boldly as he could looking straight into your eyes, “I guess my father was right. There is a “beautiful chéri down the road”.” It took you some time to fully absorb what he just said. As it hit you, your face turned red and you felt like hiding. But you stood there with the courage that you were sure your heart had kept from you, just for a moment like this. “W-would you like to go for a coffee tomorrow?” he said quietly, he too trying to keep a hold on his courage, as he prepared for rejection. “S-sure.” You said. All the while you too turned redder than the Canadian flag.

“Hohohon, well ‘ello zere Mathew.” A man interrupted putting his hand on Mathew’s shoulder. “Seems my son ‘az captured your ‘eart, and maybe ‘e’ll capture something else tomorrow. ‘e is my son after all.” He says as he winks at you. You both turned even redder, if possible. And with that your courage left. “M-mathew, I’ll see you tomorrow, a-at seven. Have a goodnight. A-as well as you, mister…” “Francis” the man said, with a smug smile on his face. “Francis.” You left as quickly as possible to your house. You fumbled with your keys and dropped them. As you picked them up you looked toward Mathew and France. You gaze fled to your door. And you opened it and went in quickly, shutting the door behind you.

Mathew stood outside shocked…he just got a date, with the girl he’s been “observing” for the past few weeks. Then he remembered what his papa had said. He turned to Francis and punched him in the shoulder. “Ow, Mathew what was zat for?”

“Y-you know why.”

“Oh Mathew, I didn’t mean what you and ze chéri zink I meant. I meant you might capture ‘er lips tomorrow. You pervert.”

“Shut up papa.” Mathew started walking away, ignoring Francis.

“Why do you only treat me zis way, Mathew? Do you not care for your papa?…Mathew…Mathew! Wait for me, Mathew! ...Open ze door Mathew. It’s freezing.”  

This is my first time writing an accent. Hope it isn't too confusing.
You are welcome to leave any comments or critiques.
Thank-you for reading.
Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes.
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lily54541 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2015  Student General Artist
*locks doors and closes all windows* Yep. Imma stay in here.
elfqueen13 Featured By Owner Edited Sep 22, 2015
Locks France out in the cold... YES.Cutie Thumbs Up 
OriginalOtakuLuv Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2015  Hobbyist Artist
* shuts the door and locks it pulling the curtains closed* you bastard -.-
LittleMissRookie Featured By Owner May 27, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
*Looks out window* Francis deserves it...
lunarosej Featured By Owner May 21, 2015  Student Writer
omg francis you deserve it
Whybot221 Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2015
So funny:)
Envylover565 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2014
*Dies of laughter* Dat ending
Irushion Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Wait, if France is Canada's father.... Who's the mother? Dramatic  (?
NeoniZigzagoon Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2015  Student Digital Artist
Yes, England is the mother >:-D
HATETWILITELOVEKIRBY Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
An Aanishinabe woman, I guess.
headstrong210 Featured By Owner Sep 30, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I LOVE the ending!!!!!!!!!!!
So cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute
pokegirl185 Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2014  Hobbyist
cutekiller0116 Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014
wtf france me and canada were having a moment you perv
Whisper-Moon-Mist Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I have social anxiety, though much worse.
ragexthexfurious Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
XD oh Francis.... you're such a pervert....APH: Onion France APH: Onion France 
Prussian-in-da-HOUSE Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Haha... Am I the only one who feels like Francis doesn't deserve to be locked out? I mean, sure, he's a closet perv, but still... APH: Onion France France (Denies) [V1] 
Gravityfallsgoddess Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I do have a perverted mind, wow!
Mochi-and-2P-Rose Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2014  Student Interface Designer
Serves you right francis
Iamthehero2013 Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2013  Student General Artist
Oh Francis. You knew exactly what he was thinking and you were thinking that too. Wouldn't be you if ya didn't.
SpikeyMacksy Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2013

“Y-you know why.”

“Oh Mathew, I didn’t mean what you and ze chéri zink I meant. I meant you might capture ‘er lips tomorrow. You pervert.”

i have such a perverted mind...

Hetalia-Malta19 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
yeah Francis freeze! freeze!!!
NinjaJaffaCake Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Poor Francis. He's not always a pervert! X'D
dantania-dan Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Cute ending
InsaneObsession Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2013
:iconinsaneobsession::iconsaysplz: Stupid F-Francis.. I-I hate that guy...
:iconpervyfranceplz::iconsaysplz: YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME... HONHON.. :iconohohoplz:
:iconinsaneobsession::iconsaysplz: :icondeathstareplz: :Iconfalconpunchplz
:iconyaycanadaplz::iconsaysplz: Uhhm..
InsaneObsession Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2013
WAAAAAAAAAAAH I RUINED IT! :iconfalconpunchplz: DAMMIT TYPO U RUINED MY FUN. :iconemoenglandplz:
hetastickers Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2013
don't be all :iconemoenglandplz: I hate him 2
ForbidenArt Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Haha France deserves to be left out in the cold!
Great story! I can definently relate with the social anxiety thing!
Canada is just so Adorable:squee:
xion-luna Featured By Owner May 29, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
fance you deserve to freeze out there. we know what you meant your FRANCE
Smile-Through-Pain Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
This is awesome! I have social anxiety so I know exactly what it's like ^^; it's not very fun... You also did a good job on writing an accent! Fantastic job~! :)
SofiaWerewolf Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
XD Rejected by your own son! Ha!
GeeksRUs99 Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2013
Amazing! I love this!!!
BelleMaske Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Haha, too cute! This is so me - well, I'm not as afraid as the reader is, but I do get really shy and uncomfortable approaching people.
Pfft, my mind went to the same place as Can's with France's line! He HAD to have known that's what we'd think! Serves him right to be locked out! XD
Eveepaws Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
AWW~! ......i do have a pervy mind.....Anyway GREAT JOB~!
kasukabe12 Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
cicilykittycat Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2013  Student General Artist
(/.7.)/ that was very well writen i loved it! >////<
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