"Oliver... you do know about-"
"Yes. Sorry for interrupting, by the way."
"Yes, well... I'm not quite sure what we should do... I think we should call England over here."
"Agreed. In the meantime, want a cupcake~?"
"Erm... Maybe later..."
"Y-You mean you don't like my c-cooking?" Ollie sniffed as a few tears started to form on his face.
Oh, shit!
"No! No no no! That isn't it! It's just... I'm not hungry. I mean, with the situation at hand-" He cut off when Oliver gave him the cutest, most adorable puppy eye look in the world.
S-So cute...
France gave him a small smile. "Alright. I'll call England." Oliver giggled and skipped to the kitchen.
"Oh, a baby! I can't wait!"