No point feeling bad about it if I'm just going to come back, right? Sealand, as well— he'll come back, so it's perfectly fine! Just— just fucking fantastic!

[England's voice breaks tellingly as he raises it toward America. Behind his anger, there's a part of him that really does worry that America would feel nothing in his absence. Which, loathe as England is to admit it, is a bit of a painful notion to consider.

They're supposed to be friends, after all.]