⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ France and Spain ( 20 )

The bar was warm and crowded, filled with laughter and the clink of glasses. England was invited by France to this specific bar in the VIP room 3. Spain lounged against the booth seat with a lazy grin, while France swirled his drink, looking far too pleased with himself. The moment they spotted England, both men's attention immediately shifted toward him.

"Ah, there he is," France mused, resting his chin on his hand. "I was beginning to wonder if you had abandoned us."

Spain chuckled. "Or maybe he's avoiding us."

"Can you blame him?" France smirked. "Two handsome gentlemen sharing a table is quite intimidating."

Spain laughed and nudged him. "Only one of us is handsome, and it certainly isn't you."

Their bickering lasted all of three seconds before both turned back toward England.

"Come, sit down," Spain said, patting the empty seat beside him.

France raised an eyebrow. "Funny. I was about to offer him the seat next to me."

"Oh? Jealous already?"

"Never," France replied smoothly. "Though I do prefer having England's attention."

Spain let out an exaggerated gasp. "You hear that? He's competing already."

The two exchanged challenging looks before France lifted his glass and smiled at England. "Well then, England. Which one of us is more entertaining tonight?"

Spain immediately leaned forward. "Choose carefully."