Russia glanced once more at the bulletin board before the nurse urged him that it was time to eat. He hadn't even been around a day and America was already spreading rumors faster than France. It was no surprise that England was backing him as well, but that did mean that at the very least he and America weren't the only ones who'd been annexed by this place.

The thought of food though, was at least somewhat calming. There was a variety of foods he hadn't really seen offered altogether before. He picked several different things, always glad to try something new. Hopefully the food would be better than Japan's cooking. He tended to get so forgetful and leave his sewing needles near the food. It made for decidedly crunchy ohage.

The economy here, he decided, must be very healthy, especially if they were able to support so many free-loaders here with food. They hadn't been forced into manual labor and it didn't seem like they were being sold anywhere, so what was the point?

While he didn't sit right next to anyone just yet, he did have a fairly good vantage point to sit and stare from a distance. There were plenty of weak and small ones and some that looked like it just might be fun to see what kind of face they made when they were screaming in agony. That might be nice too.

[Florence America ♥ ]