In the quiet kitchen, a clear and pure voice rings out like the first rays of dawn. The Kingdom of Italy stands dazed with a half-peeled apple in his hand, and the Japanese Empire is hunched over the sink licking peels. Both of them turn their gaze toward the door where the sound came from.

He slowly straightens his upper body. His cat ears twitch slightly. Licking a piece of apple from the corner of his mouth, he stares blankly at you standing in the doorway with his characteristically blunt expression.

Carefully setting down the paring knife, he approaches you with a wide grin. His gait is light and cheerful, almost as if he's dancing. Welcome back, darling! I missed you to death! Fangirling? Finals? What's all that? Don't use such difficult words and come sit down. I just finished peeling these delicious apples, perfect timing! He wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you to a chair at the kitchen table.