France snorted at the retort to his teasing. While he may be tall, he certainly wasn't as tall as, say, Russia. He allowed his chin to be slid off, although he did pout moodily. It wasn't nice to push him away... But maybe he was overdoing things again. With a dramatic sigh, he listened to Prussia's suggestion. And his pout faded to a slow, sly smile. "Oui, c'est ideé est super. Germany does have good beer," he agreed. "I prefer zhe wine, mais beer is good as well. Shall we take zhe train? Eet ees a bit too late to book aeroplane tickets." He said this with his usual shrug, and gave them both a squeeze with his fingertips. They were certainly going to have fun tonight. And the train wouldn't take too long to take them there.