At the familiar voice, Japan turned almost instantly. Familiarity was what he needed quite badly. "Aniki," he said softly, blinking at the uniform the Chinese was wearing but would never mention it. He was much more used to his brother in his elaborate robes and ornaments not... "Hello, aniki," he greeted, bowing his head, his hands crossed in his sleeves in front of him. "It is nice to see you again." He hadn't seen his siblings in years, even they had been cut off from the trade and relation. "You look well."