After his innuendo-filled introduction, the dark man grinned predatorily, something flashing in his carmine eyes. Liechtenstein resisted the overwhelming urge to shudder and run away, knowing weakness would be taken advantage of.
"What are you?" Liechtenstein questioned. Allen avoided a direct answer and instead gave a vague answer of, "We're not human, that's for sure."
Liechtenstein frowned. "A-Alright, then, Mr. Jones. Then, why do you look so much like America?"
At the mention of his blond lookalike, Allen's entire demeanour changed. His countenance turned stormy, and his shades had an intimidating glint to them as he lowered his head. His smile was forced and he leaned even closer, saying, "Wrong question, dollface."
She noted his gloved fists clenching tighter and tighter, and backed up. His smile was a cross between a snarl and a grimace, and he froze for a second before growling, "Fuuuuuck. I gotta leave before I hit someone. Tch, until next time then, doll."
With that, the reflection rippled as he melded into the background, and the outside view appeared again. Liechtenstein vaguely heard Germany roaring at the other nations, walking to her seat automatically.
Sound was muffled like a cotton blanket had settled over her ears, and Liechtenstein was lost to the actions of the others as she thought over and went over everything that happened.