Russia ignored the petty insult, if only partially because he could hardly say he had much better taste than either America or England. Food was food and even if it tasted terrible, sometimes you just had to suck it up and eat it anyway. Not that it mattered now, seeing as they had such a wide selection to choose from. He took a few more bites.

The other part though, was much harder to ignore. Russia wasn't one to dwell much on his inner-most feelings, he usually came up empty or haunted by his own nightmarish past. There were fragments and pieces he was happy to leave forgotten or left to grow dull with the passing of time. But even his usual emptiness was nothing compared to the complete detachment he felt toward anything that was home. No land, people, politics, any of it.

Russia was never the first to admit weakness and now was no different. The only change was that America and presumably any other countries here were having the exact same problems. He smiled back at Alfred, tilting his head just slightly to one side, but making no move to deny the country's claim.

"What are you getting at America? That we ought to join forces to defeat a powerful enemy? That I should be your backup on some foolish heroic quest?" Not that it wasn't Russia's eventual goal to take over this place as well, but if America thought he would be ordering them around like before, he had another thing coming.