would prefer if you didn't hit another sugar high...the last time that happened was certainly, ah, interesting, but he's not sure how he'd

deal with it this time around...

actually doesn't recall this 'last time'. But he'll make sure not to eat so many! Maybe you'd like to help him? Obviously he's got more than

enough. And... You know, you share the food you love with the people you love, right? Cue nervous smile.

that's probably for the best, because...er...right. He appreciates the effort, at least. He's not terribly fond of doughnuts, as France used

to, more or less, shove them down his throat back in the 1900's, but...he likes the idea of sharing something sweet with Matthew, so he'll

give these a try.

happily gives Arthur a donut. Though he hopes he knows that if he doesn't want it then he doesn't have to eat it. It won't break his heart

if-woe is him- he has to eat all the sweets. Even if he does really like sharing. Having it all to yourself is just as nice (if not

somewhat more so).

happy (and a little relieved) to discover that there is a copious amount of powdered sugar on the doughnut-at least, then, if he doesn't

like the taste, it won't bring up any...unpleasant memories. He holds his hand under the pastry to keep it from making too much of a mess,

taking a bite and quietly humming his approval.

smiles a little, even happier that Arthur does seem to like it. He takes a big bite of his own, getting powdered sugar all over his face, no

doubt more than he gets in his mouth. After chewing and swallowing, he talks. "So, what do you think? Is it good?"

pulls a napkin out of his pocket, his OCD side kicking in, leaning in a bit and wiping the remains of the powdered sugar off the Canadian's

face. 'Motherly instincts',indeed. "Mm, yes-it's delicious. Is it from one of your bakeries?"

flushes a little at the gesture, which he finds maternal and brings back memories of living in England's house. These thoughts make him a

little uncomfortable and he nods a little absently. "Um... Yes. They are." He answers in a small voice, finishing off the donut, cleaning

his mouth of sugar with the back of his sleeve.

folds the napkin up and puts it back into his pocket, taking another bite of the doughnut. Even after the sugar's dissolved, he decides, it

really isn't that bad. He'll have to get the recipe and try it himself. "Ahh, I see...no wonder. They taste fresh."

smiles a little bashfully, nodding. "I learned from the best, right?" He's sort of referring to Francis, but it's fine if Arthur takes it as

being him. Eagerly, he finishes off his... Third donut? He's not sure. But he supposes he should keep track.

melts a little inside at that, grabbing another doughnut to cover up the incredibly prominent blush on his cheeks. "Y-Yes.." He murmurs,

ignoring the fact that he's getting powdered sugar all over his face. "I suppose you did..."

laughs softly, pointing to his face. "You've got a little sugar, uh... Everywhere." He comments before shrugging off his shyness for the

time being and leaning over to lick it off. Wouldn't want to waste sugar, right? It's too delicious to just wipe off on a napkin! This way,

nothing is wasted~