Eager to help (over-eager, even) he nearly tripped over himself to get over there and smacked his hands on both sides and tugged, sliding the tome out with relative ease. Then, proud of himself, he looked at Ireland with a toothy grin, holding it out to her.

"I think I can probably lift you, too." She was rather slight, all of the Great Britain siblings had been. But the movement of such old tomes had stirred up plenty of dust and he happened to sneeze-- all over her and the book, unfortunately. And with his hands occupied, well... it wasn't pretty.