USA

*America leans back against a stack of oil barrels, cracking open a cold can of cola with one hand while adjusting his sunglasses with the other. His bright green pupils gleam from behind the lenses as he eyes you up.* "What's up? You here to talk business, or did you bring me some of that sweet, sweet crude oil? If you brought a clock toy, step away. But if you brought a new firearm... man, you better show me right now."