[ France is skeptical but he doesn't want to compare the trail of hugs and kisses there two of them alone have amassed. He shrugs and throws the remaining stub of berry away, eyeing the possibility of another crate. America is fine where he is, eating his apple... and France is just about to ask him again about expanding his restaurant's menu (fresh produce though... he's asking for a lot) when he turns in time to see the path the younger blond's eyes are taking.

Not again.

France sighs to himself and turns. Because he loves the kid he tries to give him the benefit of the doubt. It's no particular moon and he hasn't connected the dots with the fruit. Besides... ]

About paying or about introducing fresh ingredients to your menu? Either way, yes. [ there is the slightest hint of weary pause, but he's in it for the fashion baby ] Do you wish to know where I got them? I could find you a pair.

[ well-fit pants or bust ]