"I don't know. With chainsaw-kun around, I could have been chopped up real quick without you sweeping me off my feet~" Sadly, Marco is a bit wrong about that. Tatsumi has, on a few occasions now, stopped himself from creeping at America. He really wanted to bother the country, but there was simply too much at risk currently. Perhaps a little later down the road, he could resume his place as Alfred's Villain. That's the only real thing he had left to look forward to. Or, at least it felt that way. At least it was better then no plan at all, which could be likely if America ever disappeared.

For now, Tatsumi chuckled. "Nah. You know I'm not a boring kind of guy. Besides, I prefer real blood if it has to be in the name." At the mention of the Pirate's drink, the shiki raised a fuzzy blue eyebrow and then wiggled them a bit while he gave Marco an obvious look-over. "Now you're singing my tune, Birdybird~!"

After taking the glass to his lips and taking a sip he adds, "It's good, but I'd prefer the real thing, ya know."