Now it was the Englishman's turn to stare at the phone. After several minutes of staring and being frozen, he called to the Frenchman again.
-Oui?~
-Screw you.
-Ah Angleterre, always so rude towards me...
-Yes, but this time I'm serious.
-Aren't you always serious?
-Ugh... Well, yes, but this time I'm more serious.
-Does that mean you are grumpier than usually as well?
-Screw you!
-You said that already~
-Yes and if I want I can say it over and over again.
-Go ahead then.
-Screw you, screw you, screw you!
-But could you tell me why?
-You know it bloody well, wanker!
-Honestly, I do not. What is the matter, cher?
-You said with that idiotic language of yours that you love me!
-Oui...? I can't see anything wrong with that.
-You shouldn't say it so easily!
-Why not?
-Because...!
-Because...?
-It's just stupid!
-Why so?
-STOP ASKING.
-Oui, oui. I'll stop it.
-Good.
-...
-...
-...
-...
-Arthur...?
-Yes?
-...Nothing.
-Hmph. What were you going to say?
-Oh, it was a question. And you told me not to ask anymore.
-You can ask it.
-Do you love me?
-...I think I left the oven on. I should go to check it. Bye!
And with that, he hung up.