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[Ficlets] Love
Title: Love Is
Pairing: France, Canada
Rating: G
Warning: Human names and Nation names. Sap.
Summary: Papa, what is love?
"Papa?" Matthew tugged at Francis's pant leg insistantly. "Papa, what is love?"
Francis glanced down at the tiny colony. It wasn't like little Canada to demand anything. Wiping his hands free of the dough he intended to make into dinner, he knelt down to meet guiless violet eyes. "Mon petite why do you ask?"
Matthew figeted for a moment under Francis's eyes. "Marie-Anne said Phillipe didn't love her papa." Matthew looked away for a moment before the rest of his words tumbeled out. "And Frair John it wasn't love, but sin and only the Savior truely loves us all."
Franics paused for a moment. Perhaps a new instructor for Matthew was in order. While he claimed to be the country of love, he felt it was a bit soon for Matthew to discover that side of love - especially the kind of love that Marie-Anne the maid and Phillipe the govoner's son had been indulging in from the sounds of it. He smiled down at his perfect, innocent and adorable colony.
"Love," he began, "is something pure and priceless. It is when you do something for someone simply because you can, and wish to see them happy."
Matthew looked confused.
He contiuned. "Love is when I tuck you and Kuma-bear into bed. It is when you run to the docks and greet me with a smile"
Matthew was quiet for another moment. "So," he began hestiantly, "I love you when I bring you flowers? WHen you make me dinner, that's love to?"
Francis smiled and hugged his precious little one. "Oui."
Matthew hugged him back. "I love you papa," he sang out and pressed a childish kiss to Francis's cheek. At that moment, Francis never felt more at peace then he did right then, with his little colony giggling at him, hands covered in flour and a storm raging outside.
Years later, after the Great Wars were no longer in living memory, Francis would open the door to his paris flat to see a blushing Matthew holding a flower and dinner out to him.
Pairing: France, Canada
Rating: G
Warning: Human names and Nation names. Sap.
Summary: Papa, what is love?
"Papa?" Matthew tugged at Francis's pant leg insistantly. "Papa, what is love?"
Francis glanced down at the tiny colony. It wasn't like little Canada to demand anything. Wiping his hands free of the dough he intended to make into dinner, he knelt down to meet guiless violet eyes. "Mon petite why do you ask?"
Matthew figeted for a moment under Francis's eyes. "Marie-Anne said Phillipe didn't love her papa." Matthew looked away for a moment before the rest of his words tumbeled out. "And Frair John it wasn't love, but sin and only the Savior truely loves us all."
Franics paused for a moment. Perhaps a new instructor for Matthew was in order. While he claimed to be the country of love, he felt it was a bit soon for Matthew to discover that side of love - especially the kind of love that Marie-Anne the maid and Phillipe the govoner's son had been indulging in from the sounds of it. He smiled down at his perfect, innocent and adorable colony.
"Love," he began, "is something pure and priceless. It is when you do something for someone simply because you can, and wish to see them happy."
Matthew looked confused.
He contiuned. "Love is when I tuck you and Kuma-bear into bed. It is when you run to the docks and greet me with a smile"
Matthew was quiet for another moment. "So," he began hestiantly, "I love you when I bring you flowers? WHen you make me dinner, that's love to?"
Francis smiled and hugged his precious little one. "Oui."
Matthew hugged him back. "I love you papa," he sang out and pressed a childish kiss to Francis's cheek. At that moment, Francis never felt more at peace then he did right then, with his little colony giggling at him, hands covered in flour and a storm raging outside.
Years later, after the Great Wars were no longer in living memory, Francis would open the door to his paris flat to see a blushing Matthew holding a flower and dinner out to him.
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