Despite his odd position and the very high likelihood that he was about to be shanked through the throat, Japan felt strangely giddy. Giddy was perhaps a weak word, but ecstatic was too strong and fulfilled...wasn't an emotion. At least, he didn't think it was. How he described this sensation, however, wasn't important. What was important was that Uchiha Sasuke had just activated the sharingan right in front of him. There was a dull flare of crimson and then Sasuke wheeled around, bringing his sword up to an offensive position.

If Japan could sparkle, he would have.

He was being accosted by Uchiha Sasuke.

This was so much better than simply following him for the night.

Sasuke was talking to him.

Threatening, was actually the more appropriate term, but Japan hated to let little things like reality interfere with his life. Slowly, carefully, Japan raised his hands, still balanced on one foot. He should have known that sneaking after a ninja was a bad idea, but old habits died hard and his otaku spirit was headstrong and a little fatalistic.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he said quietly, keeping his voice even. "My name is--" Wait. What name to give? Japan had to consider for a moment, until he realized that Sasuke wouldn't know his country name anymore than he would his human name. "--Japan. I mean no harm."