France had never understood the relationship between England and Spain: One full of hate.
He hoped that they could at least get along for this one evening.
He had invited over Antonio and Romano, Gilbert and Elizabeta, they had to stay home with Roderich, and Arthur had also been invited.
Francis set about preparing dinner as well as making sure that his house, or more importantly the rooms that they would be in for the gathering were clean.
Once everyone had arrived, it seemed to be alright, but halfway through dinner Lovino and Arthur had started to fight.
France sighed in defeat at such a pleasant dinner being ruined.
Antonio just looked uncomfortable like he was trying to shrink away from the World for just one moment.
"'Toni, why are they fighting?" Francis had noticed his friend's strange posture, and assumed that he knew to that question.
"I went out with England back when Lovi was a kid, and at that time, you and Arthur weren't getting along either." It was like it took everything for Antonio to confess such a thing.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Francis asked blankly; Prussia had explained to France one evening that he was dating Hungary, who was dating Austria at the same time, after all.
"I knew that you loved him besides you two are perfect for each other, and Romano's my one true love." Spain practically cooed the last part.
France smiled at that, and turned his attention back to the two fighting men.
"Arthur, mon cher, calm down." He looped his arm around England's waist, so that he could pull him towards him for a kiss.
England shoved himself off of France, and yelled at him, "Don't cut me off that way, you bloody wanker!"
"You loved it, mon petit lapin." Francis spoke in a soothing yet flirtatous tone.
Romano on the other hand, had been wrapped up in warm arms, and kissed by Antonio.
"I didn't fucking ask for a kiss, Tomato Bastard." He grumbled while red stained his cheeks in a beautiful tomato red blush.
"Te amo, Lovi, always." Spain breathed over his boyfriend's lips.
Romano's blush darkened, and he was quiet for a beat of time.
"Ti amo anch'io, bastardo." Lovi muttered quietly, so as to not be heard by the other two occupants of the room.