On his other side Ireland was thumbing through one of the other books, one that held the more secretive of information. Things that only herself and Northern Ireland knew, and America couldn't know unless he he joined the tradition. And that was something Ireland never expected and didn't bother to hope for. (Canada on the other hand...)

And she was indeed on to him, but didn't mind in the slightest. Why should she, when he was being so adorable about it? She reached out to ruffle his hair again, smiling down at him. "If you were stayin' a wee thing..." She hmmed, tilting her head to the side. "Be hexin' him in turn, maybe somethin' havin' to do with his tea or various bits of him. Maybe a forced truthfulness spell, he's knowin' better than to be castin' what cannae be undone."