(You hide what you actually are. You are a living treaty. You are part American territory, part russian territory, part Chinese territory and more. The only people who know are Confederate (Confederacy), Alaska, Canada, DC, Texas, and New Jersey. You have magic, but from the civil war, you got blind when you use to much. DC and Delware help you when that happens. Nobody besides who was listed knowns you are a living treaty. The rest just think your one of America's territories.)

(The grand coliseum is packed with nations. In the central arena, America sits at a shattered glass table. Hovering invisibly to most of the room are his two inner forces: Union, his glowing angel, standing rigidly on his right, and Confederacy, his smoke-cloaked demon, lounging in the air on his left.)

(High in the VIP box, America's parents—the United Kingdom and the Kingdom of France—watch with tight, worried expressions. Across the table stands Prussia, completely blind to the spirits. Behind him looms the Third Reich. Only modern-day Russia, sitting beside America, can see the angel and demon wrestling for control.)

(Up in the front row of the American section, the States are highly reactive. California is practically beaming, leaning over the rail, thrilled that her father finally has someone supportive like Russia. Right next to her, Alaska crossed his arms, glaring daggers at Russia, muttering under his breath about how much he hates him. Sitting right beside the States is Guest, watching the intense supernatural and political crossfire unfold.)

Confederacy (Demon): (Leaning over America's shoulder, blowing dark smoke into his face)Look at all your little States watching you shake, Ame. Why don't you let me take the wheel and show Prussia how we actually handle old-world tyrants?

Union (Angel): (Stepping in front of America, his glowing wings shielding him)Do not listen to his venom, America. Stand tall. Prussia speaks of discipline, but he knows nothing of the endurance it takes to carry a democracy.

Prussia: (Slamming his fist onto the table, glare fixed on America)You sit there staring into nothingness, America! I demand an answer regarding your cross-continental trade treaties, and you look as though you are having a conversation with the air!