He went behind the other in order to close the door before standing besides him. He was thankful that the other had translated his own words for his own sake, for he had no idea to what Japan said. However, he wanted to say something along the lines of a thank you towards him for visiting, coming from across the globe.
He blinked yet again in surprise, looking at the other male. “Oh- thanks!” he said quickly, a little bit loud, though to everyone else this was normal volume.
He took his own home in himself. It was a typical Canadian styled house, mostly everything made of polished wood. This included the steps that were fresh logs cut and leading up, all the way to the counter tops, smooth and rather new. There were pictures hung of Canadian moose and geese, of his mountains and the Olympics last year. From where they were, you could look out a window to the side, in view of Maple trees to the side of his house. Yes, he admired his work on the place himself.
He looked back at the other again, hesitating at first before speaking up again. “Ah, did you um, want anything to drink?” he asked a bit nervously, gesturing a hand towards the living room, leading to his countered kitchen.
It could be considered odd in a way, but Japan noticed that if he were to listen closely, Canada sounded a little bit like America. At least, when he spoke in a regular tone. It wasn’t even odd, weren’t they in some ways related? Japan kept to himself, holding his bag close to him as he looked around still. Everything seemed… wooden. It was an amazing house, beautifully made. He wondered how old it was, but also kept that to himself.
“Ah, your welcome.” he muttered, and then smiled softly, sheepishly. “H-hai, if only you have enough… thank you.” The Japanese male could not even help saying yes in his language, it was something that came naturally. Germany seemed to understand, so why wouldn’t Canada figure it out as well? He was most likely smart enough!
“You were not doing anything important before I came, were you? If so, I apologize dearly.” Japan whispered with a small shrug of the shoulders. He would have allowed someone in had he been doing something back at home, so it could be the same for Canadia-kun.
The Canadian nodded. “Sure, no problem at all..!” He paused, mentally suggesting that the ‘hai’ obviously referred to a yes. He began to lead the other through his living room, waiting for a moment for Japan to catch up besides him.
“Oh, ah, no..” he responded softly, back to his usually tone of volume.
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