France turned around to see where Prussia had gotten himself to. And there he was, trying to get onto the train. He couldn't help his usual smirk-smile hybrid slipping its way onto his lips. His friend was having some trouble getting in, due to all the people with the same goal. Then, his strategy changed, and startled people shrieked as they were shoved aside. He blinked at him, then snorted. "You are determined to keep up with us, oui?" he commented, taking a seat in preparation for Spain possibly crashing on him. "C'est the next stop nearest to Germany's house. In other words, c'est four stops on from now, if the vendor was correct..."