He'd spent more than enough time among humans to know precisely how to immitate them. It came naturally now, for all that he still was no human, nor mortal. But then, he was not the only one in the house at that moment with that experience, was he? The main difference was that he was still very deeply involved in politics and had his hand in everything.

France knew England's...skill in the kitchen. Namely in making charcoal. How America ate that was beyond him. But it was one thing even the younger nation let him take the lead in when it was just them. But Maglor was not England, and wasn't disappointing him as he gestured for vegetables to be sliced as he outright laughed at the change in song before joining in without reserve.

A song full of joy, of Maglor's choosing would always be welcomed with an open heart. His nephew was still painfully shy and cooperative than how he remembered him, but the fact he'd offered that particular song was a step forward, and deserved to be cherished.