"I-Itaria-kun?"

Feliciano turned back in surprise, but relaxed a bit as he saw it was just his Japanese friend, Kiku Honda.

"K-Kiku! You truly are where the concept of ninjas originated, hehe. I didn't even n-notice you come up from behind me, ve..."

Somewhere from the other side of the long conference table, someone yelled out "Ninjas originate from me, da-ze!~"

Kiku chuckled. "Gomenasai, Itaria-kun.  I did not mean to surprise you. I was just..." He paused for a moment. "... I was just concerned for you."

For a brief moment, Feliciano looked worried that he might've been figured out by the Asian, but quickly hid it with one of his signature bright and cheery smiles. "Ve? Concerned for me? But why would you-"

"I observed you just sitting in your seat quietly looking out the window throughout the meeting. Very unlike you, Itaria-kun."

The Northern Italian mentally panicked. But quickly thought of an excuse, smiled, and put on his best act.

"Oh, was I? Ve, I'm sorry. I was just... admiring the view outside the window. Afterall, it's not everyday I get to come here to Japan and see a view such as this."

Kiku lifted a brow and looked back to the window he caught his southern European friend stare out from just a few seconds ago.

"Ah, I see." Kiku turned back to Feli. "Arigatou gozaimasu, Itaria-kun." He bowed his head in thanks.

Feliciano couldn't believe it. He lied. He lied to one of his best friends, and he didn't like the feeling. But he had to do whatever it took for Kiku and the others to not worry about him.

For it was their concern for his safety that got them all murdered once.