I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/

"Now, come on, how do you know you don't like it if you don't try it?" America pushed the bowl of grapefruit at him; the pieces had been extricated from the peel, and sat in a small bit of grapefruit juice.

Molossia, adjusting his constantly sliding booster seat, made a face. "America, this is pink. Pink is for girls."

"No way!" America settled in the seat next to Molossia, insisting, "Isn't the Pink Ranger really cool?"

"Pink Ranger's a girl!" Molossia said, apparently incredulous at America's mistake. "That's why she has a skirt."

America rested his head in his hands, giving Molossia a sympathetic look. "Now, come on, Mol. You had pink lemonade only last week."

"I didn't, I only didn't! Just the limeade, America, that's all!" Molossia was giving him that sincerely empathetic look, like this was one of the serious issues in life. And, at his age, he probably considered it to be a great matter.

America thought a bit. He wasn't sure where this sudden worry about pink and girl stuff came from, but like he was going to let Molossia not have grapefruit. "Hm... Barney's pink, right?"

"No! He's purple, and that's a boy color sometimes!" Molossia crossed his arms, shifting his plastic booster seat with a scraping noise on the chair. "America, this is girl food, and I am just a boy."

"Molossia, come on, kiddo. It's good food, full of like, vitamin C or something."

"No."

America pondered. Finally, he simply asked. "Why don't you want girl food?"

Molossia got a fearful look on his face. He bit his lips together, then finally, with the air of someone telling a great secret they weren't supposed to know, "Ozz said that pink is a baby girl color, and I don't want to have a baby girl!"

His face was red, clearly embarrassed at admitting this.

America nearly strangled himself trying to keep from laughing. He choked it down like swallowing a large ice cube or a too-big bite, and said, "Mol. Oh god, Mol; you're not going to have a baby if you eat pink food."

"Yes I am! Ozz said so!" Molossia looked near tears, and he scrubbed at his face. "I just don't wanna get all sick and fat."

Rather than pointing out pregnant women were not necessarily fat, he picked up Molossia out of his booster seat and let him bury his face in his neck. Molossia was sniffling, as he admitted, "I think I already have a baby, America. I ate pink gummies."

America was practically crying from not laughing. He strove to hide this from Molossia, instead stroking his back. "Don't worry, Molossia. I promise you can never get pregnant, no matter what you eat."

"But Ozz... America, he probably has a baby girl and that's why he knows!"

"No, Australia does not have a baby. And neither do you, I promise." America continued to stroke his back, feeling Molossia calm down and relax against him.

"You promise on pinkies?" Molossia said uncertainly.

America hooked his pinky with Molossia's much smaller one, promising aloud, "I promise you will never get a baby from eating pink food. Or really anything else."

"Okay. Okay, America." Molossia's skinny little arms wrapped around him in a hug.

America set him down once he let go, and watched with satisfaction as the micronation started eating the grapefruit pieces.

Molossia's face lit up. "America! I love great-fruit!"

"Yup, I'm sure you do," America said with amusement. He would tell him they were grapefruits another time. He didn't want to rock his little micronation's world too much, after all.

/AN/ Just a funny thing I remember from someone I knew as a kid calling grapefruit 'great fruit.' Oh, and children's mixups with pregnancy are always a hoot.