It was supposed to be a nice evening out. The boys were with their friends for the night, so England and France were able to have alone time. They decided to spend it by going to a bowling alley after a nice dinner at the fanciest restaurant they could find. At the bowling alley, there was a claw machine, and that's where our trouble begins. "Hey...Francis? Do you want anything from the machine?" Arthur asked his husband, pointing to the claw.
"Ah...those are cute little stuffed animals," Francis smiled. "But you don't have to get me anything, mon amour."
"Well, I want to," Arthur replied, and pulled out two quarters and began the game. "Come on, you little shit..." He mumbled as the claw dropped, grabbed the toys nose, and-
The toy dropped one inch away from the prize hole. "Damn it!!" Arthur shouted.
"All well, mon amour. Shall we begin our second round of bowling now?" Francis asked, calmly.
"Hell no. I will win this for you!" Arthur exclaimed, and put in two more quarters.
"But why, mon amour? I don't need a-"
"DAMN IT!!!" Arthur shouted. He had dropped the toy again. Quickly, he put in two more quarters and tried again, cursing when he failed.
On his 20th try, Arthur kicked the machine and called it, "a bloody waste of time and money, and "a stupid piece of shit."
"Arthur, lapin, I didn't need you to try and win me a toy..." Francis sighed as he tried to calm his raging husband.
"I wanted to though, because it's always you being so god damn nice, and I wanted to turn the tables for once!" He stopped and kicked the machine again, "but this piece of shit wasn't allowing it!!"
"Mon amour, you make me happy enough as is! I don't need some silly little animal!" Francis said, and hugged the angry Englishman. Arthur's cheeks flushed red as he hugged back.
"I'm sorry, Francis," he mumbled into the Frenchman's shoulder.
"Don't apologize, Cher. It's just a dumb game," he smiled.
Arthur smiled slightly at his crazy, stupid, frogish, and wonderfully amazing husband. "Speaking of 'dumb games,' shall we go continue to watch you loose at bowling miserably?" He smirked.
"I won't lose!"
"You're on!"
And with that, the pair raced back to their lane.

(At the end of their 5 games, Francis won 2 and Arthur won two. They tied the last one, but they both insist they won)