"I'm sure they wouldn't sell it if it's not meant to be like this... right?" America said, looking closer at the black carrots. It reminded him of the color of old bananas or of the burned meals England had served him. "What color are carrots where you come from? In my world, they're bright orange."

The man at the vegetable stand had set out bins of free samples, cut up pieces of the vegetables and fruits he was selling. America looked at the samples, tempted by them but not sure where to start.