[Whines at the slowing down, but instantly whistles and pants again, catching his breath as Japan squeezes and speeds up. Such a tease. Was Marco this evil to Japan? He'd have to remember to pay attention next time.]

Oh ah... Japan... [At this point words aren't really falling from his lips, just a string of hundreds of little pleased sounds and excited trills as Marco gets closer and closer to tipping over the edge. Was he supposed to be worried about Japan's salt intake? OH WELL, this is why he told others to be strong for him. As much as Japan might lose to temptation, Marco was a pirate, and not even familiar with the concept of resisting it.] God I love you... so damn much. Just want to see your face when I wake, go to sleep at night, feel you near me all the time... [He shivers and tries to suppress a squirm, clenching a fist tightly on the armrest.]