It was common knowledge that there is no personification for the United States of America. It had been common since the day Arthur had been unable to find a child to mark as his territory.

It had been common since the rag-tag group of colonies had rebelled against him.

It had been common through war and suffering, leaving him wondering why, why did England get denied the child he had rightfully deserved.

And Arthur knew one other thing that was common.

Monsters. Monsters that were unlike the beasts of his medieval days, unlike his magical friends- these were beasts that were killers, coldhearted and bloodthirsty.

They appeared annually, there never seeming to be a way to kill them, and Arthur had grown tired of holding meetings with the other nations to discuss them.

Except, this time, during this particular meeting, Arthur was told they were going to have someone new at the meeting. Someone who was neither an ambassador, nor a nation. It was the one human who was caught on tape killing not just one of them, but many of them. The advent of the camera phone had led to this man being captured on tape all the time.

And he was coming to the UN meeting today, in fact.