_{[ America purses his lips slightly at his reaction to the dog tags, but then another one of his smiles appears-- something sweet and genuine. He always fell a swell in his chest anytime he met a soldier, and as common as it was for some people, America reaches out to take Klaus by the hand and gives him a firm shake. Extremely firm. Actually, he felt a lot stronger than he looked. ]}

My name is Alfred! Hey, thanks for all you did. It means a lot.

_{[ He doesn't recognize seeing him in the war, but also, there were a lot of soldiers he's fought alongside with since.. well, he was old enough to fight. But also, did this place open up portals to alternate worlds? Looks like America's creative thinking is getting ahead of the game here. ]}

So what do you think so far? It's pretty cool, right? Like damn, I've been blabbing about aliens for years but people think I'm joking!! I hope they do all sorts of tests on me!

_{[ He says this confidently, his chest puffing up in pride as he curls his fists and settles them on his hips. For a moment, he looks absolutely secure in himself.. or completely oblivious to what was happening. Either way. ]}