'I think I left the oven on'? Jeez, Arthur was such a bad liar.
-Stop calling me, you git!
-Still so rude, Angleterre. Was the oven on?
-Ugh. No. It wasn't.
-So you hung up for nothing?
-Well, not actually. I got rid of your stupid voice.
-You didn't~
-I did.
-Non. You are talking with me again!
-...That's because you are a twat.
-And you are such a gentleman.
-Of course, I'm British.
-It was sarcasm.
-Oh shut up!
-Maybe~
-If you're done with all that crap, why did you call me? And don't claim it was because of the oven.
-Non, it wasn't because of the oven. I wanted to know do you love me.
-Didn't I answer that question during the last phone call?
-You didn't. That's why I'm calling
-That doesn't make sense *nervous laugh*
-...Arthur.
-Yes?
-Answer the question.
-Why should I?
-It's very gentleman-like thing to do.
-I don't want to act like a gentleman towards a filthy frog!
-You are avoiding the question again, mon cher~
-What question?
-Merde, Arthur! Is it that hard! Are you in love with me or not?
-No I'm not! I couldn't be in love with a frog like you, not ever!
-...Got to go. Bye.
*hungs up*
-Bloody hell... I screwed up.