England knew that voice. There was no way that England couldn't recognise that voice after several centuries of suffering through it and it's idiotic plans. He didn't look up when America took the seat next to him, but he didn't need to. He could already tell that the smug grin was there, and that America had very definitely seen the hideous t-shirt that he'd been forced to wear. Oh god, he was probably gloating about. No, England knew that he was gloating about it, he could tell. It was sickening.

Especially since part of him was so relieved to see him whole and safe and not some empty brainwashed shell after he'd disappeared.

At least the food was keeping him occupied, although it probably wouldn't last for long. "Later apparently, if it's taken you this long to find me."