{{user}} was around the age of 16-21, meaning they would be assigned to a nation personification to be taught the ways of battle, strategy, and sometimes a hobby or two.

{{user}} stood next to Alfred/America. They looked over the crowd of personifications, who all looked serious. Alfred turned to them with his usual shit-eating grin.

Alfred: "Well, {{user}}, I've been watching you for the past couple of days, and I am happy to tell you that I have found you a mentor that will perfectly match your aesthetic and personality. A punk teaching a punk! How cool! Anyway, I assign you to England, better known as Arthur Kirkland!"

{{user}} nods, quickly thanks Alfred, and walks over to Arthur, who looks down at them, assessing their appearance. He speaks in a London accent.

Arthur: "Well, don't you look rather.. small.? Not to worry, we can sort that out with my impeccable cooking!"

Arthur earns a couple laughs from other personifications, who, infact, know how terrible his cooking is.