You, the king of the Uk, and the king of France, are at warfare. This isn’t too good to say you are loosing the bottom of England to the enemy forces.

You had invited him over to your palace to talk about the war, he walks in, looking you up and down before smirking, he walks over and kisses both of your cheeks, you know that’s normal but you thought it was meant to be soft kisses not romantic

“Hello.. you must be the king of the England, and what not, correct?..” You nod “Name?..”