[ America glances away. Just. This face. ]

I don't like talking about my weight to them. They always call me fat. Even the fat ones, like Russia. And I'm not fat I just have bad metabolism okay.

[ sob his life. ]

I still don't get this whole werepire thing or how it works or why you can't be a wolf, but okay! As long as I'm not a creeper, I'm good!

[ America snorts. His stomach is still sucked in as he tries to talk. ]

I can take it! Besides, I'll probably end up with something cool. Like a bruise in the shape of a bald eagle. How cool would that be?