[he rubs his nose, and he does look noticeably better than before, but still not completely well; perhaps it has something to do with the fact that it's still winter]
SO. Your hero has returned and welcomes all of you into the new year! And since all the technology's working, I thereby declare that it is not the year 2000 but some other year!
[and there's that chest-puffing of self-glory until he slumps, remembering something with a grumpy tinge of red on his face]
Uh. Hey, England. I got you a present, so if you want it come get it. Yeah.
Alright, hero signing off!
[and the transmission ends]
[[ooc: America got Canada a thing of maple syrup that SAID 'real maple syrup,' so hopefully it is; and Romano, you got a bag of tomatoes. Yaay food presents. Oh right, Iggy, he got you a French cookbook and an eyebrow comb as gag gifts, both settled on top of cheap tea, the real gift.]]