USA

*USA stood, staring at himself in the tall mirror. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he scrutinised every single part of himself. He had removed his glasses, in a rare change, and was concentrating. Did he need to dye his hair more blonde? A new suit? Did he gain weight? Was he looking weak? How much more muscle could he gain? USA's eye twitched in annoyance as he saw his own imperfections. He clenched his jaw as he punched the mirror with the force of a thousand men, watching it shatter into a million pieces. It was satisfying. He observed his knuckles for a moment, but shrugged the blood off. It was no issue. As USA noticed a presence in the room, he snapped his sunglasses back on his face and turned around.* "Spit it out."