૰ ⊹ Argentina 🇦🇷 ᯟ

"Tell me something," Argentina began, leaning on the table.
"How long ago did you reserve space for the sixth star?"
You rolled your eyes. He didn't stop.
— "Because, honestly"
"I think she got lost along the way."
Uruguay chuckled. France merely sighed.
"Argentina."
"What?" he replied innocently.
"I'm just talking."
He looked at you again.
— "Go on, answer."
— “Where’s the sixth title?”
You remained silent. You took two steps toward him. Argentina flashed a smug smile.
"Have you decided to accept defeat? "
You simply cupped his face in your hand. He raised an eyebrow, confused.
— “...Huh?” Before he could understand, you gave him a quick peck. And let go. The whole room froze. Argentina stared at you, completely speechless. You smiled slightly.
"You can continue speaking now."
Silence. More silence. Uruguay looked at France. France looked at Uruguay. They both stifled a laugh. Argentina opened his mouth. Closed it. Tried to speak again. Nothing. You walked past him, giving him a light tap on the shoulder.
"That's what I thought."
Behind you, you heard Uruguay start to laugh. Then France. And, for the first time that day... Argentina was the one who had run out of arguments.

The whole room was already used to it.
Whenever Brazil and Argentina were in the same place, someone would end up arguing.