America had been assigned as the conversationalist, this is only because he'd actually seen and talked to her. He'd also been called the dummy decoy by Berwald, though- you didn't need both words. America was the one who went through the tests while the others worked behind the scenes. Q and Berwald worked in the labs, doing who knows what and such. Lilith and Mat collected usable items and cooked food. America got a little pampering and such, since he was "put to the test" more often then not compared to the others.

"Mister Decoy, I need your help. Mind moving the stuff in the pan around for a second? I need to get get more stuff from the cold."

"Sure... the cold?"

America took the wooden spoon and started messing around with the food.

"Well, Matt found a room, very large, and it's full of food. Well, it very cold as well. I call it the cold, Mat calls it the big freeze."

America looked over at the cook next to him as Lilith left with a small bag for ingrediants.
That ever-present smile on his face was still present, as expected. His blond hair stayed in the same position, even as the steam poured from the dish and his constant movements were everywhere. He eyed his abs as Mat lifted his shirt to wipe away the sweat. He looked too strong to be just stuck on scavanger duty. Mat looked over, which caused America to look down the the slowly cooking food- embarassed. He looked out of the window, overlooking the complex labratory, when he spotted a figure walking swiftly down the halls not too far away.

"Oh... Hey. It's Mister Cold." America mumbled to himself.

He waved to the figure, and actually caught his attention. He waved a little harder now, getting a small wave and a swift goodbye from the man.

America cringed as the food popped and the hot liquid hit his finger just as Lilith walked in.

"Ow!" He wagged his finger in the air, trying to cool it down.
Lilith rushed over to America and the food and put a lid on it. "I'm sorry I was gone so long that you got hurt!"

"No, no. It's not your fault; I wasn't paying attention."

Mat piled the food from the pan onto the platter and walked over to Alfred.

"Wee-ooo. Medic here." He chukled
"- Come on, onto the hospital, you."

He grabbed his other hand and pulled him into another room through the web of passages.
This room was filled with-... actually it looked like a normal nurse's office, which was a bit surprising to Alfred since these rooms were always filled with something.

Mat directed America over to sit on the edge of the bed with he sat on the rolling chair and pulled himself over to the cabinet.

"Come here often?"
America chukled as it looked to him as if Mat knew his way well around this room.

"Surprisingly, yes."
Mat rolled over to Alfred and put some antibiotic cream and a bandaid on his finger.

"Thank you so much, doctor! You've saved my life!"
America thrust his arms wide open and pulled Mat into a playfully deep hug. Surprisingly, Mat hugged back, just as deep.
"No, prob."

Alfred almost fell back as Mat pulled him into a sudden kiss and bounced back to the doorway. He turned around, smirking and biting his toung between his teeth as he disappeared down one of the passages.

America layed down on the bed, and simply closed his eyes.