Somewhere among the offices and Embassies of Bonn, Western Germany, it was a fairly dreary time. The United States strolled through the embassy's hallways with delight despite the relatively gloomy afternoon. He walked very casually, smoking a vintage pipe while donning his svelte commander's attire. Looking as though he had known the workers and onlookers for a long time, he tipped his hat to them.

"Heh... Hang loose Murica'... these hippies are GLAD you are here..."

United States said to himself in a quiet, yet patriotic, and boastful way. He then laughed lightly and carried on walking down the hallways.