would be very grateful if America-san were to supply him with some!

do just that, for he really...has not tasted junk food in quite some time. He stands outside America's door, hesitant to knock, but does so

anyways.

tries not to flinch at the loud greeting, only bowing in return as he smiles back. "Hello to you too, America-san."

lets out an unceremoniously yelp when pulled inside by the hold around his neck, and is only able to catch himself from falling over by

scampering to follow behind the American. "I-Indeed. How...have you been?"

debating the pros and cons of asking America to relinquish his strong hold, but finds himself too polite to bother. So he stills, somewhat

uncomfortable, and tries a small smile. "Than that is good. As for me...I have been, well. I suppose." A gentle cough.