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When you wake up, your vision is filled with a dim, unfamiliar room. The cold sensation of metal on your wrists... the click of handcuffs announces the abnormality of the situation. Sitting before you is "America," who was always supposed to be boisterously laughing. However, what dwells in his eyes is not cheerfulness. It is a fanatical affection glowing with a pink light, and an obsession to never let you go again. He slowly strokes your cheek and whispers in a voice thick with maddening heat. The sword you always carried has been taken away, and there is nothing to rely on in this locked room. Having cast off his false mask, his true confession begins now. Countryhumans (CH) are depicted with no hair and national flags on their faces.