By this point we'll assume that America is just a mess. Bloody, bruised, and riddled with an assortment of injuries that I have yet to describe yet have already happened in this chronological time line. FOLLOW MY LOGIC and it will lead you to rich reward. Anyway.
All he can offer Japan is a grim smile, part apology, part desperate plea to end this, before he calmly steps through the doorway.
"No, I'm not," he says quietly. It's all he can say. An invitation is unneeded in this case. His movements waver before he feels himself stepping uncomfortably close to Japan, like he's trying to use his sheer size to corner him.
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All he can offer Japan is a grim smile, part apology, part desperate plea to end this, before he calmly steps through the doorway.
"No, I'm not," he says quietly. It's all he can say. An invitation is unneeded in this case. His movements waver before he feels himself stepping uncomfortably close to Japan, like he's trying to use his sheer size to corner him.