That...had been rather cathartic. It wasn't often that Japan could simply be open with who he was here, especially since so many people were very quick to judge and none of them had apparently heard of the nations before. It was rather refreshing to be called by his real name and not his human one, and for that, Japan suddenly realized that it seemed silly to hide. Yes, the nurses - with their continued refusal to lend him a face mask - were on the side of Evil Forces(tm), but that didn't mean the patients were, right? So long as he used his knowledge of the Fourth Wall to his advantage, Japan could easily parse out who he could and couldn't tell about his true self. It might even be liberating! Exciting even!
Or, he could be called a crazy person. He wasn't sure which.
Walking across the Sun Room, Japan put a hand to his chin, thinking hard on this new development. "...It would be advantageous to allow my people to know that I am here..." They would, after all, take better care of themselves perhaps, or even find their spirits bolstered with the knowledge that their country was here to care for them. Or it could smash their hopes that even a nation could be held captive. Of course... "If they know that a nation is being held against their will, certainly the governments won't stay quiet, yes?" Of course not. Without a nation, what could a government be? His lands were still in existence even if the silence was prevailing and it only meant-- "I simply must find the source of whatever is blocking me from my people." --then he could be stronger and give America back his strength, England back his, and together they could all--
"Ah!"
Japan felt himself bump into something - or more accurately trip over a chair leg since he wasn't watching where he was going - and he fell. And not very gracefully either, which was a bit of a disappointment. Losing his balance, Japan tipped forward and rolled into a ball, somersaulting rather clumsily across the floor once, twice, three times, until he came to a rest in front of a tall blond man with glasses. The rolling made things a bit hazy, but he was certain this was not a person he knew. "...Ah." Wow, he was dizzy. "...I apologize. I did not hit you, did I?"
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Or, he could be called a crazy person. He wasn't sure which.
Walking across the Sun Room, Japan put a hand to his chin, thinking hard on this new development. "...It would be advantageous to allow my people to know that I am here..." They would, after all, take better care of themselves perhaps, or even find their spirits bolstered with the knowledge that their country was here to care for them. Or it could smash their hopes that even a nation could be held captive. Of course... "If they know that a nation is being held against their will, certainly the governments won't stay quiet, yes?" Of course not. Without a nation, what could a government be? His lands were still in existence even if the silence was prevailing and it only meant-- "I simply must find the source of whatever is blocking me from my people." --then he could be stronger and give America back his strength, England back his, and together they could all--
"Ah!"
Japan felt himself bump into something - or more accurately trip over a chair leg since he wasn't watching where he was going - and he fell. And not very gracefully either, which was a bit of a disappointment. Losing his balance, Japan tipped forward and rolled into a ball, somersaulting rather clumsily across the floor once, twice, three times, until he came to a rest in front of a tall blond man with glasses. The rolling made things a bit hazy, but he was certain this was not a person he knew. "...Ah." Wow, he was dizzy. "...I apologize. I did not hit you, did I?"