"Kesesese, that is the most awesome thing I've ever heard, Francis!"
"It's okay, Francis. This kind of thing happens all the time," Antonio patted the blonde's shoulder, trying and failing to keep a straight face.
Gilbert burst out laughing again as he fell into the couch, wiping a tear.
"Shut up, both of you," Francis moaned, lowering his head to the table. A half-empty bottle of wine was beside him. "C'est une catastrophe!"
"Yeah, an embarrassing catastrophe!"
"Gilbert!" Antonio chided.
"What? You hypocrite, you're laughing too."
Antonio choked on a giggle. "…I'm sorry, Franny, but it is a bit funny. Fifteen billion euros!"
"For that money, the least your people could have done was measure the train platforms, Kesesese!"
"Mistakes happen, okay?" Francis retorted, taking a swig of wine straight from the bottle. "We measured the platforms built less than thirty years ago, but I guess my people forgot that we have platforms built more than fifty years ago. It's an innocent mistake!"
"That's going to cost you over fifty million Euros!" Gilbert cheered.
"Don't remind me."
"So," Antonio said, sitting down at the table next to Francis, "You order two-thousand trains from the company, and they give you the wrong size so it doesn't fit in the platform, si? What are you doing to solve the problem? Are they going to take the trains back?"
Francis gave Antonio an exhausted look. "We're going to reconfigure over one-thousand platforms."
A/N: I believe an explanation is in order. I read a news report recently about how the French train operator ordered 2000 trains from SNCF for fifteen billion Euros, only to discover that the trains don't fit the platforms!
All the information in this fic has been taken from that news article I read. It's hilarious, isn't it? I just had to write a Hetalia fic about this, even though nothing really happens here and it's just Toni and Gil being jerks to Franny.