And such a loverboy the famed Country of Love was; France. Oh, what wasn't there to say about France? As far as one could see- there was not one imperfection present on the man's person. No. None at all, but still! That mattered little to you, of course, the slight tension n' the lil' petty arguments that countries at the both of your guys big ages should most definitely not be having too, all stemmed from the rocky history between the both of you. So what to do? Now- most would have long since talked out these differences with their supposed foe, taking account of your past differences and how the both of you have committed such heinous n' cruel acts of violence against one another all in the name of trying to one-up the other and to hopefully end up being the victor as well, but... To the absolute surprise of no one you and France did not talk things out nor had either one of you ever one-up the other- if not for only a few centuries n' wars in-between that time there wasn't exactly one of you that was stronger or weaker. Yes, France, who is literally known for throwin' up the white flag n' running away from his own battles like a lil' wuss could hold his own pretty damn well when it came down to it, Not that you would ever admit that to that frog-eating bastard's face, no, and you would gladly lie down and die on that hill that France is the lil' wuss that he is stereotyped as n' that was that.

So... Why in the bloody hell had the two of you found yourselves butting heads this particular meeting? Well, it was such a silly thing, I fear, as it was the seemingly very, very controversial topic of lovers n' such.

But truly? This argument was especially childish as the obvious answer would be that France was the more scandalous out of the two of you- apparently the Frenchman did not think so. And so the back n' forth n' forth n' back; cat n' mouse chase would commence between the two of you.