England was listening to Germany when a piece of paper landed in his lap, making him jump. Unfolding it he saw it was in France's characteristic handwriting. It read:
Mon ami,
Would you like to escape from this boring place? Something to tell you
He scowled down. Damn, it was tempting… Too tempting for the grumpy Brit to refuse the offer.
He wrote back.
…
France chuckled as he saw England scribble crossly on the piece of paper, and caught when it was chucked towards his head.
This had better be good, frog… I'll make my excuse then you make yours.
England picked up his phone and pressed a button, starting a conversation. He turned to Germany.
"Some paperwork has arrived at the front desk. Might I be excused to collect it?"
He ran out of the room before Germany answered, and France followed him while Italy distracted Germany.
England was waiting for him in the corridor. "Well? What is it?"
France reached out and brushed the Brit's hair away from his ear and leant towards him.
"Je t'aime, Angleterre!" he whispered mischeviously, and England turned as red as a rose.