"And what a fine job you've done helping him lose a hand."

Tatsumi's amused grin remains, even staring at Japan and his blade. His golden eyes reflecting no real fear, just excitement. He was more than willing to get into a fight. All the days he has wasted on America had built up such a boredom within him that he still had a ways to go before feeling completely satisfied.

"You knew this was coming. It was inevitable, Japan-chan."

The shiki stepped closer, casually laying his hands on his hips while slowly circling about the countries.

"After all, a hero without a villain isn't much of a hero, is he?"