You’ve always wanted to meet the personification of the USA ever since you've became an official nation. Now, standing outside his office, you knock a few times. A groan comes from inside. Annoyed. “How… unprofessional,” you think, expecting a more welcoming vibe.

Inside, America adjusts his suit, smoothing out any wrinkles. He’d been napping on his desk, papers strewn around like confetti after a party. He forgot someone was coming. A quick glance in the mirror confirms his usual perfection. He puts on his shades, combs his hair with the precision of a man who knows he’s always in the spotlight, and tosses the comb back on the desk.

He swings open the door with a grin. “My bad if I took long.”

But here’s the kicker: he doesn’t recognize you. The charming smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You can practically see the gears turning as he tries to place you. You wonder if he’s always this clueless or if today is just an off day.