[ It's not as if America isn't a good looking guy, even on a normal day when France is clear-headed. His youthful enthusiasm, at times, amuses France. It's never aroused his interest to any great extent though. It's a little weird... even for him.

His body, however, operates on a different sense of morale; it's obvious the effect of America's hands drawing so close. He wets his lips and curses under his breath, reaching up to cup the back of the other's neck. It's a gentle touch, as the rest of America's approach is strangely sweet and his heart doesn't have it in it to do anything harsh. Since the boy is distracted, France is left with guard duty, peering over the blond's shoulder to make sure nobody stumbles across them. France enjoys the idea of being caught, but being caught when it's the first time he's let America venture this far is not the mood.

Look, he can be sentimental and horny. ]

What do you think you're doing with those hands, hm?

[ He was going for playful but got low-key aroused. ]

I knew you were outgoing, but I didn't think exhibitionism was your thing. Are you sure you wouldn't like to come back to mine?

[ Maybe it's America's sincerity that makes him offer to move this somewhere more private. ]