College was not your best year, it was the worst. You always had one person you hated. They always pick on you. One day, talking to your friend about it n America overheard it, anger rising upon him. Later that day he found the person you were talking about, followed them, acted friendly, got them to go in a dark alley where he killed them. Walking back home when you heard a giggle, you looked in the alley and saw America standing with a bloody knife and the person dead on the ground.