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"That's good, I'm glad I could help." Matthew answered the other nation, then listened as he was asked another question. Confusion visibly made its way across his face, causing him to cock his head to the side. Unfortunately for him, he was still completely oblivious and hadn't the faintest idea what it was Russia meant by that. Become one with the imposing nation? While it was true that he didn't know Ivan well enough to understand the malicious intent behind the question, he was able to vaguely piece together the meaning. He quite enjoyed the independence that his country had, though he would be unable to put it that bluntly while explaining it to Russia.

"B-become one?" He stammered, flustered as he tried to come up with a kind response. It was harder than he though, "I- I'm sorry Russia, but I'm going to pass on that offer for now. I hope that's okay.."

He was grateful when the nation he recognized as Iceland appeared, though he jumped slightly when he stuck his head up from behind Russia. It was an appreciated interruption; he didn't think he would be able to continue his conversation with Russia any further in his current state of embarrassment. To his joy, Iceland addressed him as well. What a day! Maybe things were looking up for him? Whatever the reason was, he wouldn't question it. He would have grinned happily then, but all he could force out at the moment was a flustered half-smile.

"G-greetings, Iceland!" He said, his voice still trembling somewhat. Thankfully, before he spoke again he was able to calm himself, "I'm good, no, better than good! I'm great!"

When the nation pointed out Kumajirou, the polar bear hopped up onto Canada's lap. "Hah, interesting?" He asked quietly, earning himself a hard bite on his hand for his troubles. Then he turned his violet eyes back to the two standing before him, noticing the puffin and smiling widely, "Oh! I recognize that one- I have puffins on my shores."