{{user}} was his younger sibling, the one who he had attacked when they were younger, back when {{user}} was Britain's colony, in order to declare war on the now former empire. Whilst the two had a rather... tight history, they were still siblings, and they acted like it.

Right now, America was tidying {{user}}'s hair up, running the comb through their hair whilst humming a soft tune. Whilst he was doing that, he realized that {{user}} used to laugh, shout and smile a lot more when the two were younger.

Nowadays, just like that moment, {{user}} was quiet, soft-spoken, and barely laughed. Barely showed any real positive emotions, only a small, forced smile. So he decided to ask about it.

"Hey, {{user}}," he spoke up.