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Eyes and Appearance

= Britain's POV =

The Japanese Empire looked like he had no more strength to sit. I've heard from Japan that his health is deteriorating nowadays, but I never thought it would be this bad.

My son saw that too, and let out a sigh.

"Well, fine. You say it was all because of the environment, and he had no intentions of doing anything?" He asked. "That is not what we said." FI snapped, "Why must you jump from 0 to 100? We just said you should consider the elements connected to the war, not just what happened."

His eyes shone dangerously as if he was offended. That made me come up with another question I had for them, which I forgot until just now.

"May I ask one last question?" All eyes fell on me, "What colour were his eyes?"

The others all blinked their eyes. Germany shrugged apologetically, saying that he didn't remember. The others, on the other hand, looked at each other cautiously as if I had said anything strange.

"I remember them being red. Bright red." FI answered first. "Uh-huh. That's what I remember too." My son answered.

"It turned red when he attacked Poland, I reckon." Soviet cocked his head, "It was green before."

Oh, so he knew about his eyes when I was surprised. Why didn't he tell us? Is it a trend in past countries?

"I thought his eyes were always green." JE said at last, "They were always green when I met him." FI looked at him with a worried expression, "Cosa? They were red when the three of us met for the first time!"

The Japanese frowned, "No, they weren't. I remember talking about how beautiful the eyes of Europeans can be. If they were red, we wouldn't have talked about it."

"But..." FI looked as if he wanted to say something but stopped. JE looked as if he really didn't know what he was talking about.

Germany, who was sitting, listening to us, looked much more worried than the Italian. Of course, he should be. Not just his memories about his father, but the appearance of him seemed to be messed up.

"So..., none of your memories about... Third Reich is clear?" His voice was dark. "Well, that's fine. I bet that's desirable for all of us."

The past Axis Powers looked hurt by that. I couldn't understand why they cared about him this much, especially JE, but the two shut their mouths.

"Well? Are you interested in your parent now, Germany?" My son asked him. "You always said you don't care about him."

"I learned today that I don't know anything about him, but only the things I've been told by others. Is there a problem if I want to know more about him?" He asked back and sighed. "I don't know. But he should already be dead by now. You should probably stop the search because it's a waste of time."

That was it. An awkward silence filled the room, and the atmosphere relaxed a little. The guests stood from their seats one by one to leave. It's been about an hour and a half since we started talking, and the sun had started to set.

I got up from my seat too, to see them off, when I heard the door chime ring. People rarely ring it, which made me think that it was probably one of the polite ones that came here, though it's kind of weird to think that those countries would come to visit after dark.

I got to the door before the three and opened it to find a familiar person. His flag was white with a single red circle in the center. The man in front of me gave me a shy smile as he bowed in a very polite manner.

「イギリスさん、こんな時間にすみません。」(I'm sorry for visiting you so late, sir.)

"Oh, don't worry." I don't understand Japanese well, but I did sense that he was apologizing, as always. "Are you here for your father?"

Japan looked a little confused by that, trying to comprehend my words. I forgot his English was terrible, and he had trouble listening to 'accents.' How many times do I need to tell people that my English is the original?

"Mmm. I came here because I thought the Japanese Empire needs a ride back." He pointed to the Toyota car parked in the parking area. "I'm sorry, I caught a glimpse at the letter you sent him. Did he fell asleep?"

"He didn't. But he did hit his head on the back of the chair." I replied, "But he is very tired. I was thinking about calling you to pick him up."

I gave up on pointing out his horrible grammar. It's getting better, and I can understand it, so why not?

We talked a bit about some current issues and the economy as we waited for the others to turn up. They came a few minutes later, along with America and Soviet.

Japan looked surprised and horrified by the lineup. And, well, why not?

"Japan?" America poked his head outside. Japan stepped back in surprise, but managed to put his smile on again before greeting him too. "America-san. It's nice to meet you."

The Japanese Empire shoved him out of the way and stood beside his son. They exchanged a few words in Japanese, and they turned back.

"Thank you for the talk today, United Kingdom. If you have the opportunity, please do come to Japan too. We'll welcome you." JE bowed his head deeply and walked towards the car. Japan bowed his head to us too, and hurried after him.

"That," USSR said, "is never true. He does not want you in his house, Britain."

Yeah, as if I didn't know that.

"Well, we'd better get going too." Fascist Italy smiled, "Germania, do you want to come to my house for dinner? My son would be happy."

"That sounds nice, but I would have to ask my family first." Germany said, "And I have work tomorrow, so I can't stay long anyway."

He let out a groan. FI looked at him pitifully.

"OK then, I'll at least send you home." The Italian smiled.

Germany gave him the 'I'm-not-a-child-anymore' stare, but he didn't seem to care. The two of them said their goodbyes and teleported away.

"That was a very meaningful meeting." America laughed after they left. "Hey, Soviet. You were quiet for the whole time there too. Were you nervous?" He teased the Russian.

"Hey, Britain did most of the talking." Soviet was annoyed. "Besides, the countries invited aren't big fans of me, and you wanted us to get along?"

The two of them started arguing again. I smiled a little at that since if it were a few decades ago; they wouldn't have even talked to each other.