Hetalia High!!

[Alfred F. Jones]

France deadpanned at the Brit's initial words, then chuckled. "Oh? Don't tease me too much or I'll have to get revenge somehow," he said, then wiggled his brows suggestively. "My mind only goes to the gutter when you say something that sounds suggestive, and you've been doing that a lot," he mused, then hummed. "Ah, non... Your smile is a bit cat-like... And you act like a cat; you're so reclusive sometimes." At England's next words, Jeff tilted his head just a little. "Hm? Non... Truths can't be different unless they're not truths. Why don't I just say that it's a truth that I think you're très mignon, eh?" he prompted before he looked to North Korea. "I'm well, thank you," he replied, then added, "Angleterre and I haven't been doing much besides chatting. Luckily neither of us have gotten bruises yet," he mused, glancing at England briefly before he looked back to the girl.

[-Forever&Always-]

North Korea laughed, "So whats the conversation about? Knowing its you two, I'm curious." she said, gently putting Pyongyang down.

Pyongyang ran over to France, and held her arms up, wanting to be picked up.

[Arthur Κirkland]

Arthur blinked, blushing darkly at the way France had said that, and the actions that had come along with his response. "R-revenge..?" He questioned, though knew exactly what the Frenchman had meant by that. "I'm sure you couldn't get your 'revenge' so easily; I don't care if you're stronger, you still couldn't manage it." He mumbled, almost as if proposing a challenge, though it hadn't been intentional at all. "I haven't! ... On purpose." He insisted, looking down again-- he couldn't look at Francis with his face so flushed. He'd only end up seeing that smug or satisfied look on his face again. At the other's next response, he paused to consider what he'd said. He'd never noticed those things about himself. Well, the reclusive behavior, yes, but his smile..? He never had any indication of such a look to the gesture. "Oh... Well, ah... I'm not exactly like a cat, though!" He complained a little, glancing up at the taller nation before away again. "W-when did you start thinking that..?! I t-thought... I..." He was definitely much too flustered to really respond-- or pay much mind to North Korea of her little sister.

[Alfred F. Jones]

France's expression turned to a grin, and he chuckled. "Is that a challenge, Angleterre? If I accept, does that mean you'll still be teasing me?" he joked, obviously not wanting to actually do anything-- at least, he hoped it was obvious. "Hm... Maybe not on purpose, but you did," he countered. At the other's words about looking like a cat, he merely shrugged; he didn't expect England to try to examine himself that much in the first place. "Hm? I can't really understand you, Angleterre... You're stuttering," he joked, then looked down at Piongyang, who was extending her arms to him. A bright smile came to his face and he bent down, picking up the child and standing up straight again, kissing her cheek. "And how are you, petit chou?" he asked the child before looking over at North Korea. "Ah... We're taking turns making fun of each other," he told her casually. "We haven't had any very big epiphanies," he lied; he supposed they have learned about each other, but it might take a while to explain.

[Arthur Κirkland]

"W-what..?" Blinking, Arthur looked at the Frenchman as if he'd just told him to drink poison. "N-no! Of course not! I'd never propose such a thing!" He blurted, hurriedly replying to avoid further confusion, despite France only kidding around. He didn't even want to consider that idea, much less act it out. "But yes... I'd still tease you." He admitted, just because he felt like lying a little less for once. Just this once-- maybe. Heaving a quiet sigh, he could say that Francis was wrong, because he had been acting a little more flirtatious than normal. Why? He wasn't sure, but he did know that somehow, it was just the tiniest bit fun-- not that he meant it in any particular way. "That wasn't an answer! And I know you understood me," He retorted, furrowing his brows in annoyance at the Frenchman's lack of response. Well, one including the information he wanted. Looking at North Korea, he nodded absently in agreement. "Yes... Just pointless conversation." He murmered.

[Alfred F. Jones]

France sniggered a little, but soon was unable to prevent himself from laughing outright. "I know you wouldn't... And if you were to suggest it I'd know you were drunk," he told him. "Ah, you're so mean~ You'll tease me any time you can," he whined, pouting mockingly at the Briton. His pout, however, had changed into a sheepish smile. "Ah, you wanted an answer..?" he asked, then smirked. "Too bad~ Unless you beg me for it I won't tell you a thing," he said, a now smug smile on his lips.

[Arthur Κirkland]

Arthur glowered at the Frenchman as he began to laugh at him; it was always so funny to him, when England became worked up. But you couldn't blame him, since the younger blonde's reactions really were the best at times, so full of expression and emotion. "Even if I was ever drunk, I wouldn't come around to you so keenly." He mumbled, convincing himself it'd be a lot more difficult than that to win him over. He didn't want to think a few beers down and he'd sleep with anyone willing. "Well of course; I have to return the favor," He said, referring to how they were always bickering or teasing one another. If they were together, it was a given. "Beg..?" He repeated before narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. "What exactly is it you want me to do?" He asked, still feeling wary, though felt he'd be fine if he pushed through.

[Alfred F. Jones]

Francis was perfectly amused by Arthur's flustered glare, and it was obvious by the smile he was wearing. "Oh, Angleterre... I think, if you can forget about your religion when you're drunk, you're certainly capable of such things," he taunted cheerily. At the Englishman's next words he nodded; he supposed that he and Arthur were always fighting to get back at each other, so it was as expected. England's inquiry made him him thoughtfully, and he smirked. "If you ask me something like that I think you already know the answer... But, just begging will be enough for now~ I'll tell you if it's good enough or not," he informed him.

[Arthur Κirkland]

England couldn't supress the dark blush from appearing on his cheeks and such, just as it always did when he'd been embarrassed or frazzled. Now was one of those times. Apparently he'd been with America that time around, and Alfred told many of his friends about what the poor Briton had done after getting drunk. "B-but..." He was going to try and make an excuse-- anything to avoid admitting that maybe what France had said was feesable. "Alcohol... It can cause unpredictable results..." He mumbled, in a way admitting he was wrong. At the older nation's next response, he sighed heavily. "Fine..." He murmered, preparing himself to beg. Getting down on his one knee, almost like a man about to propose, he started. "All I ask of you is to tell me your thoughts; share with me your feelings, and deliver to me a genuine answer. S'il vous plaît, dites-moi. I'd appreciate it to the highest degree, and, if nessesary... I'd loan myself to you for the rest of the day. Your personal servant, if you will..." Now of course, he didn't anticipate Francis to take up his offer nor truly share with him any sort of information, so he felt free to over-do it a little. And he did in fact sound genuine. Deciding that his begging needed that final little something at the end, and finished with looking up into France's eyes and uttering, "S'il vous plaît, maître,"

[-Forever&Always-]

North Korea watched, amused. "Well, this is certainly entertaining." she said, grinning.

Pyongyang smiled, "I'm doing good!" she said happily, and giggled as the frenchman kissed her cheek.