Francis: Bonsoir!
Arthur: Comment ca ve.
Francis: Hon hon hon, you speak French like little brother Italy 3.
Arthur: Quelle est la couleur du cheval blanc d'Henry 4 ?
Francis: Henry got a white horse? From who?
Arthur: Who was Henry VIII?
Francis: ... Arthur, is that you?
Arthur: My friend Kayden called me beautiful.
Francis: ... Quoi!? Who is Kayden?
Arthur: I don't know this persone.
Francis: You speak bad French and make very little sense while trying to make me jealous. England, you've been drinking again.
Arthur: No, I don't.
Francis: Of course not, hon hon hon, you're cute 3.
Arthur: I know.
Francis: ... do you think big brother France is cute too?
Arthur: What?!
Francis: Hon hon, do you think I'm cute?
Arthur: I don't know what you look like.
France: After all this time you STILL use that excuse?
Arthur: Always.
Francis: Oh god, you've been reading Harry Potter AGAIN?
Arthur: I don't read.
Francis: ... oui, oui. You only say that because you realized it was a line from a love scene 3.
Arthur: No. I'm a human being.
Francis: As a matter of fact you're a nation... What's that got to do with anything anyway?
Arthur: You asked me about hair. I have no hair.
Francis: Cher, last time I checked your eyebrows alone would be enough.
Arthur: I did. My parents were there at my birth, not you.
Francis: Thank God for that, hon hon, yet I've known you since you were little 3.
Arthur: Thank god for what?
Francis: For not being there to witness your make-belief birth...
Arthur: I'm sorry, I'm having trouble understanding what your saying.
Francis: Hey! You make fun of my accent when we talk and now when we text? In English!
Arthur: Why would I make fun of you?
Francis: I don't know :( I'd much prefer if you'd admit that you love me 3.
Arthur: Yes, I am aware. I am currently working on the 'Global Warming Operation'.
Francis: ... is this dirty talking in a British way?
Arthur: YES!
Francis: Hon hon hon! It is clear which one of us is the country of love. Yet, I can't resist you 3.
Arthur: So then you would have no problem telling me about Gordon Freeman then, right?
Francis: U-uh... What are you talking about?
Arthur: No, I asked forst, what are YOU talking about?!
Francis: Oh! Are you jealous? Hon hon, Arthur, we were only talking, besides he's not half as pretty as you 3.
Arthur: Were we now? What is my ultimate goal?
Francis: ... to get in my pants? Hon hon :33.
Arthur: I would like to one day, but I highly doubt that would ever happen.
Francis: (Oh mon dieu, wow) Quoi? Why? I feel the same way about you 3.
Arthur: Pfft.
Francis: Why don't you believe that I love you?
Arthur: You love me?
Francis: Silly you, of course I do mon Angleterre 3.
Arthur: Do remember who I am?
Francis: You are the only one I think about, so of course :3.
Arthur: YES I am, you're hurting with the things you're saying to me.
Francis: Mais non! Don't say that! I only speak the truth!
Arthur: Speaking the truth does not equal superiority, you are petty to me.
Francis: ... and someone just returned to their British temper.
Arthur: *goes to bed*.
Francis: Angleterre, don't be like that! Can I join you? 3.
Arthur: *backs up against wall*.
Francis: Hon hon, very funny. Let's say I'll come visit tomorrow so we can talk properly 3 Bises.
Arthur: Okay. I like your name.
Francis: I like yours (especially in French pronounciation) 3.
Arthur: Thank you!
Francis: ... this must mean you're really drunk. Oh well, bonne nuit, see you tomorrow, mon amour 3.
Arthur: Bye.
Francis: ... so cold! Not even a little bit of love?
Arthur: Not even a little.
Francis: Rien a faire, that's the England I fell in love with 3.
Arthur: Um no.
Francis: Cute. Really now, sleep tight 3.
Arthur: Don't let the bed bugs bite.
Francis: 3.