out shopping as well when she noticed someone she thought she recognized, though she was sure it was just a very womanly man...

too absorbed in the conundrum of buying out of season tomatoes. On one hand, tomatoes are delicious. On the other, they're not as delicious_

out of season. Hm....

watched him for a moment before hesitantly approaching him. He looked like Marianne...

the eyes of a pretty girl on him and he turns around, looking at the girl.... she oddly looks like a certain Swiss. "Bonjour, mademoiselle._

May I help you?"

eyes him curiously for a moment before she shook her head lightly. Maybe he was one of the counter parts... she hadn't met all of them. "No.

I just thought you looked familiar."

chuckles before admitting the same thing. "And you look familiar as well. You wouldn't happen to be Swiss, would you?"

pauses for a moment as she tightened her hold on her basket. "Oui... Yes... Are you France?"

smiles and nods, giving a small bow. "Indeed I am. Then it would be safe to say that you are our Switzerland's counterpart?"

can't help but stare at him as she nodded a bit again. "I suppose that would be a safe thing to say."

chuckles a bit sheepishly. "You won't try to shoot me if I try to kiss your hand, will you?"

looks a little miffed by that question. "Why would I shoot you over something like that?"

blinks. He and Marianne had been similar, perhaps this one and Vash weren't...? "Because your counterpart most certainly would."

frowns a bit at that. "I would gladly shoot you if you did anything more than that." She didn't like to waste her bullets, they were to

expensive.

nods, understanding the risks that involved flirting with Swiss men... and now women. "I see. Then...~" He gently grasped her hand and_

pressed a kiss to the back of it. "It is a pleasure to meet you mademoiselle."

looked away quickly with that to hide her faint blush, tempted to pull her hand away. She hadn't expected him to do it.

going to greet a lady properly of course. He was France! He wasn't some uncouth boy. ... There was much appreciation for no shooting though.

shifted her gaze back to him for a moment before she looked away again. "Hold my hand any longer and I will waste a bullet."