[With a mote of surprise, England lifts his head to look up at America's face. That's...somehow rather sad. Despite England's jabs, he's always thought of America as being one of the few among them who has a lot of friends. But perhaps he doesn't; why else would he pick England?
He's so caught up in the implications of the statement that for a moment, he forgets the simpler fact that America said yes. Of course, when he realises, warmth and colour trickle into his face.] Ah.
[He turns his head to look at some of the food America has taken out, hoping to hide his rosy complexion.] I just thought...perhaps someone like Japan...?
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He's so caught up in the implications of the statement that for a moment, he forgets the simpler fact that America said yes. Of course, when he realises, warmth and colour trickle into his face.] Ah.
[He turns his head to look at some of the food America has taken out, hoping to hide his rosy complexion.] I just thought...perhaps someone like Japan...?