Canada was his twin brother, he shared a border with him. Of any nations, America couldn't forget Canada, so that would at least not be a problem. Having his hair nuzzled made him give a soft sound of contentment, grinning with teeth.

Holding on to help her carry him he peered around, unable to really spot the more obscure creatures (they weren't his spirits). But that didn't mean he wanted to be put down. It had been so long since he'd been held and he realized how much he missed it.

"Musta been a pain..." to have to spend all that time writing, hand cramps-- people must have had to develop really nice handwriting in order to be understood. "I think it's not a shrinking spell. I'm definitely a kid." peers up at her and scrunches his face in thought. "He mumbled. I didn't hear it before I was already surrounded in a pool of my uniform..."