[ America's false good cheer fades in strength when Scotland mentions England's "puppy eyes". He sort of glares with an obvious lack of amusement at the older nation for hitting a nerve as he did, but he makes no comment nor denial on his personal relationship with England. ]

Neither of my potential bosses are likely to want me to get involved, no matter what England says.

[ Obama probably see it as important to America, for one, and Romney seems to have some kind of bizarre hateboner for England, for another. No, the chances of Alfred even being allowed to help Arthur are pretty slim, which frustrates and unnerves him a little. He doesn't like to think that a boss in the future could very well break the political Special Relationship he has with the other nation, which would put a strain on their personal one, of course. Alfred crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from Scotland. ]

You should know that what people say now and what they say when push comes to shove are two pretty different things. Everyone has something to lose if you secede, what with the others who want to secede from them. Not to mention everyone in NATO...

[ He sighs. He doesn't even want to talk about NATO. ]

And what are you going to do for money? The pound or the euro?

[ Another sigh. This is beginning to make his head reel. His serious countenance isn't what he thought he'd be having his features adopt for this conversation. Scotland the Stupid... causing him to sober up and all... Dammit. He looks back at Scotland finally, his expression still serious. ]

Anyway... but... really... good luck.

[ And he means it. He may believe nowadays in not fighting battles he knows he can't win, but a part of him does want the best for an independent Scotland. He can't help supporting it himself personally, even if he's not sure he'd agree politically. ]