France x Reader x Canada: Magnifique

Today was an ordinary day. You were having your typical lunch with Francis, however he brought Matthew along this time. Matthew wasn't bad or anything, he seems a bit antisocial though since no one recognizes him time to time. Honestly, you felt sorry for him because of that, yet you hardly ever talk to the poor guy. "Bonjour, ____, you came here earlier today than usual." Francis greeted in his cheerful, mocking tone which was coated with his thick French accent. 

"Oh hi Francis. I got up early today so I decided to come here on time," You smiled to the long haired man that had a stubble on his chin. 

You were usually late by five or ten minutes because you loved to stay up at night and sleep in when it's daytime. "I brought Matthew along today as well!" he chipped up slightly while pointing at the man with slightly shorter hair and a pair of round framed glasses. 

You nodded gently and ushered them to sit down at the table that you got which was by the window. They both took their seats--Matthew sat next to you as Francis sat across from you--and looked down at the menu. You already ordered so you just waited for them quietly. After the waitress took their order, you decided to talk them a bit. "So how was your morning?"

Matthew tensed up a bit and Francis answered for both of them. "We had a bit of a long morning since Matthew's polar bear kept blocking us from the door."

Matthew nodded. "H-He doesn't like it when I l-leave sometimes..."

The waitress came back after a few moments. She placed down the cups of coffee in front of the men and gave you a refill on yours. You gave a thanks with Matthew and Francis. She nodded her head and went to the other costumers. Your food came later, and after that was finished you paid the bill. Since it was early still Francis decided that you and Matthew can go with him to the winery. 

Yes, Francis did work at the local winery; it was his nature. Although Matthew wasn't a wine person he agreed to it. Well on the other hand, you loved wine, yet it's not your favourite beverage. "Since it's my day off we can just go wine tasting, okay?" Francis smiled.

Since you walked to the cafe and Francis drove you went in his car with Matthew. The winery was pretty far away, but not too far. When you finally got there, you took a seat at a long, hardwood table. After a moment a man with a suit strode over to the three of you. "Hello, would you like to have a taste of our original wine or the other one with a hint of strawberry?" 

The wine at your local was white and not red. "I'll go with the strawberry one?" you answered with Matthew in unison.

The fancy man nodded and poured the pinkish liquid in the glasses in front of you, then he did the same with Matthew. Francis, got the other one and drank it along with you and Matthew. After a few sips or so you went home with the strawberry beverage, and it was expensive as usual. Francis drove you home and you popped off the cork on the bottle and poured some in a glass.

"This feels good." you said to yourself and sipped some wine.

You gazed at the sky--it was sunset. The red of the sun mixed with the peach and lavender accents of the clouds, and it look amazing. You wished Francis and Matthew were here to see this they would have been in awe. The wine glass started to go low so you filled it up and drank more. "Okay, I should stop..." you blankly said.

After a few hours, it was 10pm. A sigh escaped your lips and you stood up from your sofa. You went into the hallway and stole a towel from your cabinet and went into the bathroom. You undressed yourself and turned on the faucet. 

After your shower, you dried your hair and changed into your sleepwear then you laid in your bed and slept.

In the morning you heard sounds in the kitchen. Who was it? A rober? You nervously sat up and quickly grabbed the object next to you which was a remote. Yeah good weapon, ____.

You ran into the kitchen and started to hit the first person you saw."Ow! ____, you hit really hard!!" the person yelled in his French accent.

"Goddammit Francis! You pouted as you stopped.

Matthew was there too and they were making breakfast for you. "_____, please no v-violence." he stuttered.

You looked over at your stove and sighed. "Next time, you call. I don't want to be surprised again."

"You have our word." they said in unison.

After a half hour they finished the breakfast. It was a mix of a Canadian and a French one, and the taste somehow mixed well. "Thank you." was you could say from the deliciousness.

It was sure magnifique.