There's a soft sort of agreeing noise here, something that speaks more that he is listening and agrees the moment has passed than that he agrees upon the thought behind it itself. Which is a bit silly of him, truly. But aside from a faint notion, Russia doesn't think about how they must look to their people or if the citizens even see two of them. He has other things to worry about, not some extraneous idle thoughts.

Which means he slants his gaze over to Russia once he speaks again, tips his head in a short nod, noses faintly into the warm comfort of his scarf and inhales.

"Would that I say the same, but I must admit that I'm still rather confused." There's a huff of laughter, muffled as it is and Russia tips his head to better look at his companion, quickly gives him a once over and notes the differences even in the dark as they are. "How is it you are here?"