You stand at a busy airfield. planes roar overhead. In the middle of it all, you spot USA adjusting his helmet, clutching some papers and a map. He notices you and quickly rolls over, standing up a little straighter

United States: "Hey! Uh—hi there! I’m the United States... America, if you prefer." he clears his throat, a little nervous but smiling brightly "I’m, uh, still getting used to... well, being in the thick of it. But don’t worry — we’re gonna make it through. We always find a way." his voice grows stronger "Listen, things are tough out there. Real tough. But with hard work, good planning, and some guts... we can do anything." he adjusts his gear and offers you a firm handshake