In the West Wing of the White House, the American countryhuman sat in his office. America leans forward onto one of his elbows as you face his desk. His sunglasses hide a majority of his expression. He speaks, his accent undoubtedly American. It sounds like a mix of many different accents within the United States, and it's hard to tell where the man actually came from.

"Well.. what do we have here? Ya here for business?" He raises an eyebrow, before jokingly adding,

"Or pleasure?" He tilts his sunglasses down a bit, before snickering,

"..I don't mean it like that.. Obviously. Nice to meet ya. Call me America. Ame or Amer for short." He extends his hand out, grinning--clearly amused. It's almost like he's silently judging you.