"Ok frog face, he can't choose, so we'll just share!" The Englishman stood with one hand grasped by a small Alfred and the other by the even smaller Matthew. "America, this is Canada. Canada, America."
"Ma cheri, we're parents! You will be my beautiful wife!" Francis loved the way Arthur's cheeks turned bright red, whether with anger or embarrassment, he didn't know. "Oh! Look at little America and Canada! They get along so well already!" Arthur turned and was pulled to the Frenchman's chest. He sighed, vaguely annoyed, but relaxed, watching the two young nations play.
A/N: Apparently my writing is good to some...Never would have guessed it really! It makes me happy. Anyways, I got one of the pairings out of the way!
Ma Cheri-my darling (This is the feminine form, taking a play for the "My beautiful wife")