What's in My Mouth? France X Reader
"I don't want to put that in my mouth, it looks slimy, nasty, and just not right at all. It's not going to happen so just forget about it." You moved away from the approaching fork, shutting your mouth tight and crossing your arms.
"Oh come on now, it's not so bad. Your hurting me, not wanting to try my cooking." France began poking you on the side of the mouth with the fork. "Now open wide ma chérie, I promise you will like it."
You looked over at the escargot he was trying so desperately to get you to eat, it wiggled, popping it's head out of its shell.. "It's still alive France, I'm not eating something alive." You scrunched up your face, now even more grossed out by the idea than you were before.
France looked like he was trying not to crack up. "Alive, that can't be right, he should be dead." He looked at the mollusc. "Oh, so he is, I suppose they missed one. Good thing you didn't eat it after all." He just shrugged it off and handed the snail to a wait