Of course I don't! I think it's fucked up, but if that's what my Government says, then...
[He shrugs.]
Not much of a choice.
[He arches an eyebrow at the werewolf part. It sounds like something England would cream his pants over, with his constant bitching and whining about fairies and unicorns and magical beings. Then again, he isn't too familiar with the whole thing, even if he did work together with the other nation once.]
Me? I'm a Nation of course! The awesome Prussia! Also; No eating me. I probably don't taste good anyway. [And after a short moment of thinking...] And neither does Gilbird.