yawns as he opens the door. "Morning..." Yeah, he had over slept, luckily he had packed already.

((I knew you were Canada Blair /shot ))

(I think I died a little.)

(W-why lie to me? /sob )

"Bonjour, Matthieu." He waves sleepily, noting the other is also in the same state. "I... hope I didn't disturb you.~"

chuckles, at least having the face to be embarrassed. "Well, the flight's at noon but we have to be at the airport three hours early..." He

peeks into the house. "Is everything taken care of? I have a cab waiting."

pauses, before his stomach answers for him. "Ah yes, I suppose so. Go ahead inside; I'll just tell the driver to wait a bit." With a nod, he

walks over to the man in the cab, giving him instructions.

walks back over. "It's fine. He says he was planning on eating his breakfast anyways, but he's only agreed on the condition that he keep

the metre running." He chuckles, pulling the somewhat heavy luggage into the house. "No rush, Matthieu. Breakfast should be enjoyed. We have

a long trip ahead of us."

settles on the table, sniffing. Smells really good. "Is anyone else awake? I'm sorry for disturbing..."

breathes a sigh of relief. "Bien, I did not want to wake them, too." He nods his thanks for the food, placing just an ample amount of syrup

on them, before taking a bite. "Ah, hon, hon, hon, your cooking skills have not been entirely lost, Matthieu.~"

waves his hand. "Non, I meant that as a compliment. I am glad England has not completely erased it." He takes another bite, eating the meal

in silence. "So, did you sleep well last night, mon petite?"

thankfully indeed. He wouldn't have known what to do with three England-esque chefs running around; one was more than enough. He shakes

his head. "Ah, non, n'est pas un probleme. I actually stopped over at Quebec, so I had to take a plane here anyway."

chuckles. "Yes. Though if I should say, I haven't heard that French in quite a bit." He takes a sip of wine he procured from his bag. "It's

quite nostalgic."

rolls his eyes a bit. "Where do you think? I never go anywhere without it. Do you want a taste?" He finishes up the meal, standing to

deposit the plates in the sink. "Non, no need for that. Besides, I have the habit of slipping into English, so..." He shrugs nonchalantly.

chuckles. "Of course I did. It is Angleterre's language, after all. It is quite hard to accept anything regarding that man." Shrugging,

he turns on the sink, and begins to wash the dish. "Oh, this? I got it after I landed in Quebec. You have quite a lot of good wine there.

Very high standard."

be sure to try that. He moves over to the side to allow Matthieu to wash his plate, while he downs the rest of the wine since he

probably can't bring it aboard. Glancing at his watch, he said. "Oh, I think we should go now. Don't want to be late. Merci for the

breakfast!

Wheeling his luggage towards the cab, he deftly waves his thanks to the driver as he stores it in the trunk. He then seats himself inside

and waits for the other to do so as well.

"To the airport, my monsieur." The driver nods, and with a jolt, they are launched forward, jostling slightly at the bumpy road. "Ah,

Matthieu, did you bring anything to entertain yourself with? Three hours... ah... so much waiting."

that that's better than absolutely nothing at all, and shrugs. "Oui... that's fine. Though... did you happen to bring any extra? I

actually forgot about this dilemma... ahaha..."

chuckles. "You brought your DS? My, my, how..." Not childish... "Cute.~ Oui, I suppose I shall give it a try though I'm not exactly a pro at

all this new technology."

perks up at this. "Oh, merci!~ What sort of... "games" do you have?" He just hopes it's not anything too tasteless... but seeing as it's

Matthieu, probably not.

"...." Pokemon? Even he knew that much, and he stifles a laugh at how innocently child-like his Matthieu still is. "Ah... I think I will

try that Cooking one, and that... Assassin one. Though I would have never expected you to have Pokemon, of all people."

wouldn't say it wasn't fun, considering how popular it is... it was just unexpected. An eyebrow lifts as he processes the rest of the

sentence. "Aussie? One of England's... ah, Australia, you mean?" Oooh, this might just be...

"Nothing." He smiles and winks suggestively, staring at the other until he gets the message.

shrugs nonchalantly. "It depends. What is it you think I am trying to say?~"

"Pourquoi?" He asks innocently. "There's nothing bad about my mind at all.~"

mirrors the gesture. "Oui... and? There is nothing wrong with letting lose all of one's inhibitions, Matthieu!~ Now, if you really know me,

then you would know what it is I am... wondering?~"

"Oh, really?~" He laughs. "It's okay, Matthieu, you can tell Papa anything~"

"Are you absolutely certain?~" He smiles. "Or perhaps you've visited him a few more times before...?~"

"Uh-uh, whatever you say, mon cher.~" He winks, before returning his gaze outside the window, content with watching the clouds float by.

nods absentmindedly, before catching on to the sudden silence and looking back. "Es-tu sûr?"

"If you say so.~" He glances outside again. It was still a little dark out, considering the time... "Look, Matthieu! The sky is pink.~"

"Guess that means winter is really coming..." He frowns a little. "Meaning it'll be too cold to go outside for too long..."

"True.~ But it's always so busy there's no time for anything anymore." He sighs a bit sadly; he really is an old man.

grimaces and groans. "Ah... the product of the times, I suppose. You are so lucky to still be so young, Matthieu.~"

raises an eyebrow. "How so?"

himself forgets what it was like to be young... although hormones weren't really much of a problem. "Well Matthieu, the French blood in you

calls, so let your hormones roam!~ And what sort of stupid things?" He pauses. "You just need to assert yourself more, oui?"

laughs at that. "Oui... I still remember you in the hospital last time..." Something was wrong with that super strength, really. "And

anyway, Matthieu, if you let it free, you will find someone special in no time!~"

agrees with that statement wholeheartedly, considering he was in there quite a lot in the past. "Quoi? Whatever do you mean?"

chuckles. "I see. But that is l'amour!~ You cannot stop it! Matthieu should go find someone for himself, too. Papa will approve.~"

can't help but speak like this. L'amour should never be confined! "Oui, but that is because I cannot help it." He laughs. "That's really

quite hard to believe... what will all these new nations about."

"That is very easy to fix! Just wear something flashy, something no one will be able to overlook! You remember my old outfit, non?" He was

of course referring to his blue cloak.

laughs. "Non, I did not mean follow me. I meant your own flashy fashion, hm..." He lights up. "Perhaps but Christmas lights on it?"

frowns a little. "That cannot be, Matthieu. Everyone wants to be noticed at some point. Admit it, oui?"

"And... that is why you give up trying to be noticed?"

"I suppose." Personally, he would never be able to... not be noticed; even just the thought repulses him. "Perhaps if you showed off a

little more, went with some more ladies?~"

about to comment on the mass amount of choices he has out there, when the cab stops, and the driver demands his payment. "Ah, we are here.

Grab your stuff from the back, Matthieu."

pays the rather grumpy man, before leaving the cab himself. "I'll take that. Merci, Matthieu." He grabs his own bag, pulling it along into

the airport. He supposes they should check in the bags, now... "Ah! Mon cher, you have your passport, right?"

glances at his watch. "Ten-thirty," he sighs. "We must hurry then. Do you have any carry-ons?"

"Ahaha, you pack quite well, Matthieu." He looks to his own two carry-ons. Making his way to the luggage area, he deposits his one large bag

and waits for the other to do the same.

"Probably." He chuckles, he always had the tendency to overpack. He leads them through the terminals, and he shows his passport to the

proper authorities. "When was the last time you travelled, Matthieu?"

"ah..." He grins. "Then are you excited about this trip?!~"

(Ah, sorry, uni started and things got hectic.)

"That's very good, then!~ It will be some bonding time, oui?~" Walks into the terminal waiting area.