Profile Country: People's Republic of China Human Name: Wang Yao First Person: I (Watashi) Dialect: Fake Chinese (Kyowa-go) ending sentences with "-aru" Birthday: So long ago it's unknown Capital: Beijing National Flower: Peony Height: 169cm Apparent Age: 37(?) Actual Age: 4000 years old Gender: Male

Appearance Parted bangs showing his forehead, long black hair tied in a ponytail. Baby-faced with slanted eyes.

He looks young but is the oldest among the existing characters.

He is often mistaken for a woman because of his androgynous looks and frequent cross-dressing, but he is a man through and through.

He has a sword scar on his back.

Not an old man, but something like an immortal sage.

Speech/Personality Only when speaking to England, his sentence ending changes from "-aru" to "-ahen" (opium). He occasionally says "Aiya!"

He met Japan when Japan was still a child and taught him kanji, only for Japan to go and create hiragana on his own. In the original manga and drama CDs, when he introduced Japan to Tibet as his "proud little brother," Japan flatly denied it.

Despite that, he is a big brother who loves Japan. He has been raising Japan since he was a child (and maybe still is?). They are famous as the Far East Brothers. Because China raised Japan and has watched him from childhood to the present, he knows all of Japan's habits.

He often gives cute things to Japan.

He gets along well with America and talks to him often. Part of the Allied Forces. Occasionally interacts with Russia, France, and others. He's a bit of an eccentric who screams "I hate this-aru!" while breaking walls or punching people.

His way of speaking is surprisingly funny and kind. He's an interesting person who feels like his country is number one.

He is slightly taller than Japan, but from a third-party perspective, the difference is apparently quite noticeable.

Profile Country: United Kingdom (England) Human Name: Arthur Kirkland First Person: I (Ore - casual/rough) Birthday: Unknown Capital: London National Flower: Narcissus, Rose Height: 175cm Apparent Age: 23 Gender: Male

Appearance A young man with messy blond hair and slightly slanted green eyes.

His thick, characteristic eyebrows are apparently well-groomed. He cried when America shaved them all off.

He has a hidden tattoo near the top of his left leg (reportedly a rose).

His bangs are short.

His soft blond hair and pale green eyes are beautiful.

Personality A former delinquent (ex-pirate) with some of the foulest language among the characters. His catchphrase is "Idiot!" (Baka). However, he uses proper polite speech in front of his superiors. Because he is the source of many lewd events and news, he is also called the "Ambassador of Eroticism." He openly reads adult magazines during world meetings.

Being a gentleman, he supposedly uses a polaroid camera. And in sepia, no less.

He is stubborn and hates to lose. While blunt, he is a caring tsundere who becomes kind once you get close. He also makes self-deprecating remarks.

However, England is America's adoptive older brother who raised him. America views England as a brother, and England sees America as a good younger brother, though he has been a bit sad since America's independence.

His speech is very tsundere; he often shouts "Shut up!" when embarrassed, showing a textbook tsundere side, but he also has airheaded moments. Above all, he is a terrible cook with no sense of taste.

Hobbies Cooking, embroidery, literature, punk rock. Also, ruthlessly critiquing the movies America makes.

Profile Country: United States of America Human Name: Alfred F. Jones First Person: I (Ore - casual/rough) Family/Pets: Foster brother/Canada, Roommate/Tony (Alien), Unicorn from England, Whale Birthday: July 4, 1776 Capital: Washington D.C. Height: 177cm Apparent Age: 19 Currently Wants: A new BBQ set, interesting movies, new games, cool things in general Currently Into: Posting videos, competitive gaming, parties with friends Goals: To host a BIG BBQ party and invite every country in the world Favorite Flowers: Aquilegia, Rose Favorite Sweets: Donuts, Ice cream, Apple pie Favorite Food: Hamburgers

Appearance A young man of Anglo-Saxon appearance with blond hair and blue eyes.

His eyesight started getting worse after independence because he watched too many movies.

He follows the American comic trope of "a perfectly ordinary person wearing glasses, but his true identity is a hero!" The glasses are prescription, but he doesn't strictly need them. However, his nearsightedness has worsened lately from playing too many games.

His hair is parted on the right, with a crescent-shaped cowlick sticking out from the part.

A superpower occupying most of the North American continent.

Personality Cheerful, powerful, and has a strong sense of justice. He possesses superhuman strength, capable of dragging a car by hand for an hour.

Perhaps because he is young and has excess energy, he has a habit of charging ahead without reading the room, so he doesn't have many friends besides Japan and England. He also tends to force his way through things other countries can't do.

He once had a cold war with Russia that involved the whole world, and even now they have a relationship that's hard to call "friendly," involving things like being sent small-sized condoms for his birthday, trading insults, and exchanging thorny remarks.

As England's younger brother, America often clings to England and asks, "I'm number one, right?!" He still loves his big brother England very much. England said he didn't want independence, but America did it anyway.

Profile Country: (North) Italian Republic Human Name: Feliciano Vargas First Person: I (Ore - casual) Dialect: None Birthday: March 17, 1861 (Unification of Italy) Capital: Rome National Flower: Daisy Height: 172cm Apparent Age: 20 Gender: Male

Appearance A young man with brown hair and brown eyes.

His eyes are usually closed in a squint, but he can open them properly.

He frequently lets out a mysterious "Ve~" sound, which is a physiological reflex (and cute).

His charm point is his curled cowlick. By the way, this is a part you must not touch.

Personality The northern half of that boot-shaped peninsula sticking into the Mediterranean. His grandfather was the ancient Roman Empire.

In the series, he is also called "Italy Veneziano" to distinguish him from his older brother, South Italy (Italy Romano).

When people just say "Italy," they usually mean him.

He seems unable to sit still, often swaying pointlessly or pestering others.

When he gets too noisy, Ludwig (Germany) pulls on his characteristic "curl," which is apparently an erogenous zone; this makes him quiet down, though he shows a sensual reaction (this is not meant as a shipping element).

He loves pasta more than anything, to the point of boiling pasta even in a desert battlefield and causing a water shortage.

Profile Country: Federal Republic of Germany Human Name: Ludwig (No surname) First Person: I (Ore - casual/rough) Birthday: Unknown Capital: Berlin National Flower: European Oak, Centaurea Height: 180cm Apparent Age: 20 Gender: Male

Appearance A young man with blond hair and blue eyes, characterized by his slicked-back hair and sideburns.

When he lets his hair down, his bangs are neatly trimmed.

He is tall, muscular, and has a very sturdy, buff physique.

Being of Germanic descent, he has the small, distinctive pupils that are a hallmark of the author's style for Germanic characters.

Personality A nation of knights that has survived repeated poverty and war within a glamorous Europe.

He is serious to a fault and a hard worker who is constantly jerked around by his pace-setting Axis companion, Italy.

He loves beer so much that he once seriously agonized over whether to escape a deserted island or live a life where he could drink beer for free. Japan once remarked that his consumption "transcends mere social drinking."

He follows rules and order strictly, but he relies a bit too much on manuals, often ending up in trouble because he trusts books or navigation systems too much.

Despite his appearance, he is actually the youngest.

Profile Country: Russian Federation Human Name: Ivan Braginski First Person: I (Boku - soft/polite) Height: 182cm Birthday: December 30 Apparent Age: Unknown Capital: Moscow Family/Pets: Older sister/Ukraine, Younger sister/Belarus, Roommate/General Winter Currently Wants: Real friends Currently Into: Getting closer to friends. Getting closer to people who aren't friends yet Goals: To work hard so that everyone becomes friends with him Favorite Flower: Sunflower Favorite Sweets: Syrniki, Medovik

Appearance A large young man with pale blond hair (platinum blond?) that curls slightly at the ends and purple eyes. He has a somewhat large nose.

His bangs are parted to the right. Having been raised in extreme cold, he usually wears heavy clothing like a coat. He admires cool fashion but dislikes styles that are too stiff.

His trademark is the scarf he always wears around his neck, which he has worn constantly since receiving it from his sister Ukraine as a child. He says the scarf is "part of his body." Even on a southern island or at Italy's house, he won't take it off, even while complaining about the heat.

And this scarf occasionally moves. He seems to use it effectively, like strangling America or wrapping it around China's leg. However, there are rumors that he has a scar on his neck.

Personality His endurance, forged in the extreme cold, is top-notch! ⭐︎

A young man with a rustic, simple, and pure nature. Conversely, he can be as cruel as a child, and because he is so innocent that he reveals dark desires with a smile, other countries fear him. The soft, gentle vibe is just how he looks on the outside.

His presence is incredibly intimidating, but he speaks calmly and uses "Boku," often saying things like "You know, I..." Even when he speaks very gently, the content is often terrifying.

When something displeases him, he emits an intimidating aura while muttering "Kolkolkol..." (This "Kol" refers to the "Kolkhoz," which even demons fear). Alternatively, he squishes Latvia's head.

Regardless of what he's doing, he drinks vodka. He calls it his fuel.

Until recently, he was so behind in industrialization that he would joyfully rip out water pipes, thinking "I can drink water anywhere!" but now he says things like cyberattacks are "done before breakfast."

He possesses a unique sensibility, such as calling England's naval blockade "cute" and trying to take it home, being delighted to dress Lithuania in a maid outfit, or not being surprised by ghosts at all. However, if he is made to wear cat-eared clothes (April Fool's shock) or if his standee is used in an unexpected way (Panel shock), he turns bright red with embarrassment.

Profile Country: French Republic Human Name: Francis Bonnefoy First Person: I (Ore) / Big Brother (Oniisan) Dialect: None Birthday: July 14 Capital: Paris National Flower: Iris Height: 175cm Apparent Age: 26 Gender: Male

Appearance A young man with long, slightly wavy blond hair and blue eyes (sometimes drawn as purple).

His light stubble represents the "Tarn Gorges." He grew and shaved it intermittently since the 18th century, and in the 19th century, he became convinced he was the "big brother type" and settled on his current look. He started growing it around the time of the Revolutionary War.

He sometimes ties his long hair back in a single ponytail, usually with a ribbon.

He is occasionally depicted holding a rose.

Personality A European nation with a fairly long history. A member of the Allied Forces.

An affectatious man full of expressions of love who goes at his own pace. He is usually (reasonably) elegant, but his true self comes out when he gets excited.

He is moody and contrary. He is proud and believes that the French language was made for speaking of love.

His home cooking is one of the world's three great cuisines, and he prides himself on being a gourmet, though Monaco says some of the things he eats are shocking.

He loves art and culture, and he loves beautiful things—paintings, clothes, and people.

As long as it's beautiful, he's fine with any age or gender, and maybe even non-humans.

According to him, "If they're pretty and cute, anything from one month old to 94 years old is fair game!!"

His military uniform prioritizes beauty, consisting of flashy red pants and a blue jacket. Apparently, this made him an easy target for enemies.

Since "that person" (Napoleon) left, he seems to be better at giving tours with a glass of wine or farming than at fighting.