Another drabble.

France is definitely one of my favorite characters to write.

"…You can't be serious."

"Oh, come now, I'm sure you have had worse."

"I'm not too sure about that, man."

"If you can stomach that filth Angleterre makes, you can certainly stomach this."

"But- these are- They're snails, Francis." Alfred whined, poking at one of the things gingerly with his fork as if it was radioactive.

It seemed the Frenchman was amused by his childishness, and merely chuckled, "Ouais, Alfred, they are snails. We have been over this. They won't hurt you, they taste good."

With a scoff, the American lifted his chin, "Of course it can't hurt me, I mean, I'm a hero, but… It looks all gross… and- and snail-y." He stuck his tongue out in distaste, making a little 'bleh' noise.

Shaking his head, Francis plucked one of the snails off of the younger man's plate, eating it easily and making a gesture towards himself, "Do you see? Would I eat something that didn't taste good, cher?"

Still wary, Alfred shrugged a shoulder, "I dunno, you eat frogs, too, so…"

"Those taste wonderful when cooked right, I'll have you try those next, then."

The American winced and made a face, "Oh come on, Francis, no way! I'm not eating snails and frogs on the same day, that's totally gross, dude."

Francis merely laughed and took another snail from his plate, "Let's compromise, then, hm?" He popped the snail into his mouth and took America's chin bewteen his fingers, catching him by surprise and giving him a kiss as he was opening his mouth to speak. With that opportunity, he worked the bit of food between them and managed, with some effort, to get it into Alfred's mouth through the actual kissing he was doing. When his mission had been successful, though, he pulled back and smirked as the other man's face flushed darkly, jaw moving as he begrudgingly chewed the bite he'd been forced.

"Well?"

Quiet for a moment, Alfred swallowed and looked away, muttering, "…not too bad.."

Victorious, Francis ruffled the younger man's hair and gave a kiss to his cheek, "I'd be happy to feed you the rest of it in that way too, if you'd like."

Ears catching the flush of his face, Alfred shook his head and popped one of the snails into his mouth, "I can eat by myself…! These aren't that bad, I guess, but…" His voice lowered a little, "…I don't know about the whole… frog thing.."

The Frenchman merely smirked, "We'll see about that."