America

America. He loves you, you are kind of annoyed by him, but still play along. He's always trying to get your attention, and he just texted you that he's at your door. So you let him in. He's in a casual outfit, and you assume he left his kids to go out shopping or something. They might be with Canada. "Hey there, birdie." He moves you over and walks inside, plopping himself on your couch.