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              Taking another beating. Being mistaken for his brother again. Canada stumbled along the perfectly paved streets, trying to find his way towards France's home. He clutched Kumajirou to his chest, his violet-blue eyes looking up at the cloudy skies in a bit of fear as thunder rumbled off in the distance. If it began to rain, Kumajirou would get wet. . .And he didn't want to make the poor polar bear endure that. So, he stopped momentarily to remove his red hoodie- torn in multiple places but still in tact - and he wrapped the polar bear up in it to shield him from any falling droplets. Then he picked up his weakened pace to try getting to the home faster.

She never slows down. She doesn't know why but she knows that when
She's all alone feels like it's all coming down


              "Why do they always think I am America. . .Can't they see they have the wrong guy?. . .Ow. . ." Canada grimaced as he tripped slightly on a groove in the earth below him. The thunder rumbled louder; the sky darkened with threats to rain down at any second, and ruin his chances of finding his guardian.
               France, at the moment, was busy working in his home, propped up on the sofa and typing aimlessly on his computer to try to get everything done. He was oblivious to anything in the outside world at this time.
               So, assuming that he still had a long way to go to reach the large home, the timid nation continued onward. As lightning streaked the sky, Canada fell back to the ground and hit down with a frightened cry. Oh, how he was growing frightened that something would happen. But. . .He had to keep going. He used his now bare arm to wipe away a trickle of blood from his nose where he had been punched not too long ago. His clothes were ripped in several places, showing bruises, cuts and various wounds that still oozed the crimson liquid as they pleased. And Canada felt like he was going to cry, but he rubbed the tears out of his eyes with the same blood-smeared hand and then continued on.

She won't turn around. The shadows are long and she fears if she cries
That first tear, the tears will not stop, raining down


                Soon after that crack of lightning through the sky, the rain had begun. It pounded heavily down on all who dared to go against it; and Canada was that one who tried. He clutched the shielded Kumajirou to his bruised chest and dug his ripped shoe soles into the softened mud, trying desperately to fight his way through the rain and reach his destination. This storm wouldn't make him give up. . .
                Would it?   

So stand in the rain, Stand your ground. Stand up when it's all crashing down.
You stand through the pain, You won't drown. And one day what's lost can be found
You stand in the rain


                "Just. . .a little further. . ." He whispered desperately to himself, recognizing where he walked yet unable to see more than a few feet in front of him. But with a final gust of wind, his poor legs gave out beneath him and he released his little bear companion, falling into the mud on the side of the slowly-flooding road. His eyes were dull, the wounds added to his stress and fear making him light-headed.
                "Kuma. . .jirou. . ." The bear snapped to attention when his owner whispered his name.
                "Find. . .France for me. . .Okay?" The polar bear nuzzled his hand in a silent approval, then abandoned his mud-spattered shelter and took off through the rain hastily; not a moment to spare.

She won't make a sound. Alone in this fight with herself and the fears, whispering,
If she stands, she'll fall down


               France looked out his window momentarily and pulled his glasses off when he examined the rain pounding down against his windows.
               "Comment effrayante," He mumbled, standing and walking over to the soaked glass, "The rain is so heavy this evening." That was when he noticed something small and white, yet streaked with brown, darting against the rain to his home. And when he took a closer look at the little frantic being. . .
               "Kumajirou!"

               Canada curled up on the ground, having dragged his red hoodie over his head and torso to try protecting himself from the rain, yet failing horribly and already soaked through to the bone. He was scared, and feared that Kumajirou and France would never find him, or worse, Kumajirou would never even make it to France's home to seek his help! Tearing at the thought, the helpless nation cradled his own broken body in the storm and began to weep softly.

She wants to be found the only way out is through everything she's running from
Wants to give up and lie down


               "Kumajirou, why are you alone in this storm?" A thought passed through his mind, one that he dreaded and that sent a shudder through his body. He was stuttering when he finally mustered out,
               "Pourquoi pas le Canada avec vous. . ." Where was his dear Canada? Kumajirou, now huddled in a towel, looked out at the storm with a fear-stricken look across his features. France's eyes widened, and he took off out into the storm after only getting on his boots. He did not care for a jacket, or that his beautiful hair would be ruined. All he worried about now, was-
              "Canada! Canada, my Canada! Where are you!"

So stand in the rain, Stand your ground. Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain, You won't drown. And one day what's lost can be found
You stand in the rain


                France ran and ran. He faced the rain with all his might, driven by a control to find his dear little nation. Canada, however, was not holding on very well. Still weeping softly and holding himself together in the mud that stung his bloody wounds, the timid blond-haired boy now rolled onto his back and let the storm have at him. He was giving up. . .And then he heard a voice.
                France's voice.

                "Canada! Canada! S'il vous plaît répondez-moi, my dear Canada!" He cried through the loudness of the storm. And soon, he heard a withered, broken and faint response. A tiny groan, that just made out his name. The older nation was frantic by now, not like he wasn't before, and he raced off after where he thought he'd heard the too-familiar voice of Canada.
                And then he saw him, that form sprawled out against the side of the road, beaten terribly and crying.
               "My Canada!" He cried, throwing himself to his knees beside the feeble figure and lifted him into his arms. He promised many things to him, over and over, but mainly swore that he would never let this happen again. Then he was silenced by Canada lifting two fingers to his lips.
               "Fran. . .ce. . ." France leaned down to be able to hear the whispers better.
               "I-I'm just. . .Glad y-you. . .Found me. . ." France was ecstatic. He clutched the fallen nation to his chest and raced back through the rain to his home.

So stand in the rain, Stand your ground. Stand up when it's all crashing down
Stand through the pain, you won't drown. And one day what's lost can be found


              "He's going to be fine, France." Canada's eyes opened slightly to the sound of England speaking.
              "Ooh, my poor little brother taking the beating for me again! He'd better be alright! God, I'll pound those-"
              ". . .What. . .What's going on?. . ." Everyone's heads whipped around to see Canada sitting himself up, his body resting in France's large bed. The man was weeping in the doorway, blaming himself for not being there for his little Canada. Kumajirou was asleep at the foot of the bed, and England, America, Japan, Germany, and Italy had all crowded into the room. Canada was shocked to see them all.
              "C-Canada?. . ." France looked up from his hands, then his eyes lit up and he raced to Canada's bedside. He took the timid boy's hands in his and promised over and over that he would always protect him. That's when Canada lifted himself further and placed two fingers over his lips again, hushing the man. His violet-blue eyes met the older nation's cerulean blue ones, and he murmured,
              "France. . .I-I'm just glad you found me. . ." Then he removed his fingers, and softly pressed his lips to France's. It was a rejoice for the nation, and England coughed and removed all others from the room, saying to 'give them their space'. France wrapped his arms around the boy's slender torso and pulled him closer, and Canada rested his hands on his guardian's shoulders. When they parted, France whispered to him softly,
              "Je t'aime. . ." Canada blushed softly, averting his gaze, but then the nation tugged at his curl, making the blush deepen and a weak squeak escape quivering lips.
              "F-France. . ." He stuttered, the man continuing to tug at and play with his curl. Then, he pressed his lips to Canada's once more, and laid him against the bed. Canada let out another weak mewl, then shuddered and rolled his head back.

              "J-Je t'aime!"
                           
So stand in the rain, Stand your ground. Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain, You won't drown. And one day what's lost can be found

You stand in the rain. . .
I don't know why I thought Stand in the Rain by Superchic(k) would be a good song for these two, but when I was listening to it I was reading a FrancexCanada fanfiction and it just hit me. . .This is very unusual for me, but it's also my very first fanfic, so please forgive any mistakes. . .

I just love this pairing ^-^
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Littlemisspagan Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2014
This was good enough to be written by someone who writes a lot of fanfiction! Your writing is well paced, and the description is well done! You also kept the characters in character, which is often hard to do. :D
(You earned a watcher for this one.)
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DeadandDecaying Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013
Franada is my new favorite fan couple XD
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asdfghjkl; Oh gosh this fic' is so old. But yay ; v ;
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DeadandDecaying Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013
I love it! <3 It's much better than I could write!
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vsnbhnvdjkbfd Aaaahhh ;///; Thank you! :iconscaredcanadaplz:
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DeadandDecaying Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2013
No problem!! ^3^ It's great
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;//A//; Oh you~
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I LOVE This!
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Yayness!
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^-^
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