It was such a touching moment. Francis was the master of love and he smiled just a bit as he watched the two younger countries from his spot. He hadn’t left when he said he would. He had been hoping to catch England off guard. Two sides of France warred with each other. The side of his mind that was sentimental and loved watching a touching scene between family members and the side that just wanted to mess with England raged a fierce battle. The mess with England side won.
Before anyone react, France dashed out of his hiding spot and pushed Arthur’s hands up so the pie hit him in the face.
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