This is something I've had sitting around for a while. I suck at French, so shoot me.
I ownz nuthin'.
February 13th 2:43 PM
The Grocery Store
Arthur stared blankly at the sign towering above the overpriced strawberries. In bold pink letters, it obnoxiously proclaimed strawberries to be the 'Valentine's Fruit', then, deviating from the previous statement, went on to list the possible health benefits in smaller black letters. The background was, predictably, a giant strawberry.
Upon realising he had been standing there for a good two minutes, the personification of the -not so- United Kingdom turned back to his shopping list with a sigh. He had things to do today, he reminded himself, such as... uh... Embroidery! Yes, drinking tea and embroidery.
Next on the list was milk, which happened to be located on the other side of the store. He had not taken two steps before colliding with one of his least favourite nations/people. Of course Francis would be here.
'Bloody hell!' Arthur internally swore.
Francis smirked at how Arthur's lips were pressed tightly together to keep from swearing out loud, then draped an arm over Arthur's shoulder and directed his attention to the sign.
"Why have you been staring at this sign so intently A-" Francis was abruptly cut off by an elbow sharply jabbing into his ribs. He swiftly (and wisely) withdrew his arm and held it close to is ribcage. Satisfied with this reaction for the time being, the Englishman gestured at the sign.
"Why the-" Arthur caught himself just in time, and started again. "Why strawberries?"
Winning this bet was turning out to be a lot more difficult than expected, but like hell he'd lose to that bloody American again. Not to mention what he'd have to do if he lost...
"What shape is a strawberry like?" Francis lazily waved his arm around in a general outline of the giant strawberry.
"..."
"Well?"
"... It's a strawberry."
"Yes, but what shape is the strawberry?" Francis' voice had a hint of exasperation to it, as if it should be obvious even to the most dense what shape he saw in the strawberry.
"Strawberry shaped?" Arthur smirked a little.
"The shape!"
"Strawberry."
"Yes, but what shape would it be if it was cut in half?" Francis mimed a vertical chopping motion with is hands.
"Half a strawberry."
"No!"
"A random blob?"
Francis sighed, crossed his arms over his chest, and dropped them back at his sides again, deciding on a different approach.
"What colour is it?"
Arthur paused for a moment, then upon deciding that feigning colourblindness was out of the question, decided on honesty. "...Red?"
"Yes!" Francis' posture visibly relaxed.
"Like a strawberry."
"Yes, but-"
"A cherry?"
"No!"
"Watermelon then."
"Non! Tu es un imbecile!" At this, Arthur's smirk widened to a full out grin. He was sure he was being insulted, but really didn't care. Getting on the Frenchie's nerves was fun.
"An apple?"
"Non, non non! Rouge, la couleur de l'amour!"
"Can you shut up?" People were starting to stare at the two crazy blonds, and it was generally not a good idea to draw attention to yourself in a supermarket.
Francis promptly shut up and glared at the heavily eyebrowed man, who glared back. "Red," he began again with forced calm, "is the colour of love, and Valentine's day."
"As if I didn't know that."
"And the shape, is a heart."
"I must disagree on that point. It's a strawberry."
"Heart."
"IT'S A BLOODY STRAWBERRY YOU BASTARD WINE FREAK!"
"I win!" France struck a victory pose, a huge mischievous grin across his face.
Arthur simply groaned and rested his face in his palm. Damn that Alfred. It's because of his stupid bet that he would have to spend Valentine's day with France. He was not looking forward to it.
I barely passed French last year, so feel free to correct any mistakes I may have made.
"Non! Tu es un imbecile!" - No! You are stupid! (Or something like that)
"Non, non non! Rouge, la couleur de l'amour!" - No, no no! Red, the colour of love! (Again, I'm stupid, I probably got it wrong, but I'm not using a translator, just my defective brain)