France x Liechtenstein
"Bonjour, mademoiselle," France whispered seductively, sneaking up next to a very petite, very attractive young woman. "Would you like me to show you the meaning of love?"
The girl cocked her head ever so slightly.
"How are can you show me what love is, when you don't even know it yourself?"
"...What?" He blinked. "I know what..." He faltered as she continued to gaze up at him, blue eyes brilliant with innocence. He breathed a small laugh, running his fingers through his hair. "It appears I must concede."
"Well then," she smiled, extending her hand. "Shall we learn together?" Francis blinked again, not for the last time, before breaking into a soft smile. He took her delicate hand in his own, not-so-innocent one, and pressed it to his lips.
"Let's, ma chérie."