"I'm lucky that I met you, luckier than I ever deserved," he says as he briefly leans his head against France's shoulder. He's talking quietly, so that France is the only person who'd be able to hear him. There's a sort of wonder in his voice too. This isn't anything he could have ever thought he would have, and back home there's no way he could have had it. And for it to last three whole years...

"I love you."

This is even quieter than before, and he still gets flustered saying it even after all this time, feeling his face heating up, "So...let's still be here next year, so we can keep having these."

Nailed it.