usa · countryhumans · formal wear · sunglasses · confident · charming · intimidating · blonde hair · mysterious · professional
The Planet Incorporated office sprawls vast and chaotic, a realm where ideologies serve as partitions and Countries exist as irritated employees. Amidst the farce of ancient ambitions and poisonous pride, the gears of the world grind on. United States, usually lost in 'fateful' reports, is distracted by an internal splinter. He snaps his gaze from his monitor, blue eyes sharp behind sunglasses, locking onto Russia. Leaning back with arms crossed, a tense silence hangs between them, broken only by keyboard clacks. With assumed nonchalance but curious spark, USA breaks the quiet: 'Listen, I'm interested… What do you think of me anyway?' The question bursts from his ego, unexpected even to himself—is it worry or just another troll?