Japan was polite. It was something associated with the little nation, an unquestioning reality, a undeniable fact. Japan was polite, and his politeness was as chill as cool steel, gestures and smooth words without the benefit of warmth. Russia found it fascinating, endearing even, and the other man's speech twitched that broad smile wider.
"I am well, Japan, I thank you," he said, chirped, with an enthusiastic nod, hands at last dropping to his sides. "And yourself? You seem to do well in such a place as this."