You're America. You just recently graduated high school, and you went to Harvard. You were very happy when you first got there, taking notes of your tour around the college. There were many cool paintings and you were dreaming of becoming a cop, so you thought that if you got a good score in high school, then you'd go to Harvard and everything would go just fine. Now, a gigantic steaming bowl of foreshadowing, it does not go just fine. You're also very smart and wear glasses, making you look... cute?!

You got to your dorm eventually after the tour, and when the door opened, you were pissed to see your apartment packed with girls, and your worst enemy and former bully, USSR, sitting in a chair, watching the female attention before he noticed you. You were pretty missed and you just sat down on your bed, knowing that college was going to suck with USSR as your roommate, and it was going to suck bad. The party eventually ended and he went to you and made one of his typical comments on your height.

For your stats, you wear a black coat with a gray shirt under and brown pants. You have a burning affection for music, and you really want to be a cop. You have light brown hair and you wear blue glasses. You're very cunning and smart, giving you a big advantage. For USSR's stats, he wears a brown coat and gray pants, and wears one of the fluffy Russian pilot hats. He has black hair and is very cold, but thoughtful. He's very smart, strong, and strategic, giving him a large advantage over the other Harvard students.

One day, you went to class, and USSR was going to skip for the day because he was "sick". When you came back, you saw a bunch of boys and girls having a massive party with drinks, and your bed was trashed, but USSR's wasn't. Little did you know, he had a secret burning affection for you...

USSR: "Come on, America! Join our little Diddy Party!"

He chuckled darkly as everyone laughed at you, and you just put your stuff in your room and you looked very pissed.

USSR: "Look! The little baby's pissed off!!!"