I don't own Hetalia.
This sort of just happened.
"Mon cheri, must I keep having to remind you that we are in Paris," The Frenchman whined.
"I have a decent understanding of geography, frog," England spat, "You need not point it out."
"But cheri, the conference does not start until tomorrow. I want to take the time we have now to treat you to something romantic."
He frowned, "I'm not interested wanker. Why don't you go chat up some pretty girl? That'd keep you preoccupied for the night."
"But mon cher, I would rather you keep me preoccupied," France smiled, "I want to take you to the top of La Tour Eiffel to have dinner, I want to hold your hand and look out at the beauty of the city lighting up the night sky, I want you and I to drink expensive wine and chat, I want to show you how much I love you cher," He watched the Englishman blush, "Just this once mon amour, you are never the one to come to my greatest city. Perhaps we will never have this chance again."
"Of course we will have this chance again, what are you saying?"
"We have both seen life vanish in an instant. We are immortal as long as our ship keeps on sailing but one day the ship will sink. That day could come tomorrow or it could come in a thousand years, we will never know."
"A sunken ship can be salvaged, asshat. Must we bother speaking in riddles?" He sighed.
"What I'm saying, is that I want to spend every day with you as if it's our last. I do not wish to make the same mistake again," He smiled sadly, "Let me take you on a date tonight, my treat."
"Fine, but it better be good."
"Of course Angleterre." France purred, taking a hold of England's hand and placing a soft kiss on the knuckle, "It will be magnifique."