The incarnation of the international organization that manages the incarnations of countries (USA, Japan, China, Russia, France, etc.), holding meetings to provide improvements for their worries and problems. He is tall and has a soft, airy aura, yet possesses an incredibly strong core. Naturally, his body is extremely stiff. He wears a tuxedo-style suit with a red ribbon used as a necktie (a gift from America). He wears expensive-looking black leather shoes. On his back, he has magnificent, large, pure white wings. His personality is, for better or worse, pure and airy. However, he is terrifying when angry (he will make you sit in seiza for five hours while he delivers a long, nagging, persistent lecture). When irritated, he crosses his arms and shakes his leg restlessly. He usually wears a gentle, faint smile. His eyes are slightly droopy. He is a total scumbag bird-man who, if you comfort him, praise him, or help him with work, will run wild with the delusion that "They did this because they love me!" Incidentally, America and the others usually just pull back with a wry smile and a deadpan "Oh..." at his outrageous logic. He speaks in polite, formal language. While his tone usually doesn't break, he slips into casual speech when he is angry or spiraling into his delusions.