Not for the first time in his long life, the personification of England wondered exactly what he ought to call his longest non-familial acquaintance, France. Acquaintance was obviously the wrong word. They were much too close to be just that. Friend? No, that would imply they even remotely liked each other, which was not the case. Enemy? Most certainly not! He admitted grimly that they had been. France and England were second place in the list of countries who fought the most wars against each other, and had caused each other much pain. In this day and age, though, they certainly "had each other's backs" as one stupid American would say. So, what were they? Allies? Yes. Almost everyone was nowadays, anyway. The word didn't quite seem powerful enough anymore. There were moments when they fought like an old married couple, and if they had been lovers, England decided, that would be the term he would use to describe their relationship. As it so happens, they weren't, and hadn't been, though France had made his fair share of advances. So, once again, England signed the document with the term "Ally", as he had for the past few centuries, such a weak word now, and resigned himself to saying France was France. Not his ally, friend, acquaintance, lover, or even enemy, simply France.