"Angleterre, I'm hungry~" France groaned. He forgot to bring his lunch to the meeting because he was too busy fixing his absolutely fabulous hair.
"Well Frog, I'm not feeding you." England replied. For one, the horrible cook actually managed to cook some decent beef steak and he was NOT spoiling his food on France.
"KESESESESE~! I've got potatoes!" Prussia yelped. He proceeded to shove a spoonful of mashed potatoes in France's mouth.
"Would you like some of my chicken, Mr. Bonnefoy?" Liechtenstein offered her food to said Frenchman. Cue a gunshot.
And that was how France was fed. Oh and for the love of FrUK, England fed him too and the pair indirectly kissed. Yum.
AN: This is what we do to our France every lunchtime. Minus the indirect kiss part.