✪ America

[Yep. Time's passed and now he's older whoo! The face staring at the camera is still a kid's though. Said kid currently has what looks like one of the older America's shotguns hoisted over the shoulder that isn't holding the communicator. His head is framed by open sky. He's obviously outside. (He's also pretty dirty, like any kid running outside should be.]

ENGLAND! ENGLAND! HEY ENGLAND!

Look! I've got weapons now! I can help you fight off France, I wont mess up again, I promise! This one's even better than that musket you left me. But I... hold on!

[America sets down the communicator, doing his best to angle it to have a view of the trees. Over his shoulder pops up the terrifying head of those dragon-wolf things. America doesn't seem too perturbed and it's not biting his head off, so there's nothing to worry about. Once he finally gets the camera where he wants, he stands up, aims the gun, and shoots at the trees.

It doesn't hit anything. He picks up the camera again, clearly embarrassed.]

I'm still practicing. Lt. Colonel Washington says I'll be really good at it someday, but I dunno. I'm still more comfortable with knives. Bad thing about this gun is that there's no bayonet. Teach me to shoot and we can both kick Big Brother France in the britches! I want land!

...

You can do most of the work though. He beat me up real bad last time I went after him.

Alright, Puppy, let's go!

[The wolf makes a creepy sound in reply and the two head off.]