I have gone through and revised my profile. I hope that it is up to your standard now, but I would be more than willing to revise further. Though if that were the case, I'd ask for a little elaboration. I think I've done what you asked though, we'll see~
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Personality: Alfred F. Jones is one of the younger nations, representative of the United States of America. He is young and boisterous, prone to overexcitement and giving enthusiastic reactions. Alfred also thinks of himself to be extremely smart, and thinks that everyone should follow him. As a result, he is the unofficial “leader” of the meetings, and has a habit of telling everyone to “back him up” in battle, or whatever the problem tends to be. Unfortunately, to most of his fellow nations, he comes across as a bit of -a dimwit who can’t sense the mood in a room. He’s content to let them think that for the most part, since insults to his person tend to either roll off his back, or become easily forgiven—or at least forgotten—within a day to a week’s time. Alfred is honestly a sweet individual and really only means well by his actions. But…he’s also extremely nosy and tends to put himself in other’s business, thinking himself to be an awesome mediator. While at times he can be, this is not generally the case and just gets on the nerves of most other nations.
Alfred is sentimental, which may be caused by, or effects, his sweet disposition. Despite his fight with England and barely ever speaking about the Revolution, he finds himself unable to clear out his storage room of things like the toy soldiers Arthur made him, the dressy clothes he was given when he was younger, nor the gun which protected him during the final parts of the war. In truth, Alfred is smarter than he appears, he just doesn’t display it because he sees no point. As well, he has a very laid back, almost lazy disposition that effectively saps his effort out of things he doesn’t want to do. Perhaps this can be attributed to his relatively young age, but Alfred, like his people, is a true child at heart who doesn’t like to take things seriously, again why he doesn’t see a need to read the atmosphere. He’d rather play videogames, read comics, watch movies, and eat fast food. On the other hand, as he’s confided to Finland once, he is jealous of younger children for having both parents, and normal childhoods. He matured fast, physically, and he was robbed of the opportunity to live out his full childhood. As well, given that he doesn’t consider Arthur a parent…he technically doesn’t have one. It’s a bit of a tender point for him. As far as fast food, he’s fond of all sorts! McDonald’s is his true favorite, but he loves anything, from Burger King to Wendy’s. Alfred’s crazy over ice cream, and even went so far as to injure himself over a cup of it. He has a bad habit of overeating, which gives him awful stomachaches on the worst days, but it’s just a part of his nature. Alfred is part of a consumer nation, and it shows. He loves using up electricity, he overeats, he drinks recreationally—he’s not an alcoholic of course, he just likes the buzz sometimes, and Jack Daniels is his favorite—and he has been known to use recreational drugs every once in a while. Despite being a bit of a fatty though, he’s very self-conscious about his weight, and exercises a great deal, as referenced by the manga. Most importantly, perhaps, is Alfred’s hero complex. He will always be the hero. Always and forever. Therefore he’s very dedicated and protective of his friends, and usually bends over backwards to make things work for them. This sometimes mistranslates into him putting his nose in where it doesn’t belong, and rightly so; sometimes he has no business interfering. He personally has mellowed back on things since September 11th, 2001, and his government doesn’t always do what he’d like them to. On that note…he has an office job, but usually works from home. On the rare occasion, he’ll travel to the Pentagon. Alfred has the rather unfortunate trait of being slightly squeamish. This is somewhat selective. He won’t be grossed out by something like seeing a cut, or even a bullet wound or a severe laceration. However, he would, for example, be disgusted at the sight of someone being ill, or extreme gore, not the least of which would be seeing someone’s still-beating heart fall out of their chest—Russia—or something to do with eyes. They’re…so fluid. It squicks him out. This leads to a silly quirk. He’s afraid of Marmite. More specifically, he’s developed an intolerant nature to it. He can’t eat it, the texture and flavor nauseates him. Why? As a child, he ate some when he wasn’t feeling well and became sick. Pretty self-explanatory. Another fear of his is thunderstorms. He hates them almost as much as he hates scary movies, and he is completely unable to sleep through a storm or after a horror flick. He will have nightmares, and Japan got to see first-hand how badly he freaks out at even the most ridiculous of scary shows and movies. Interestingly enough, horror games don’t scare him quite as bad. Or maybe it was only the game Japan had lent him. That much is unclear, as he also once questioned his alien companion Tony about playing scary games in the dark (Tony, by the way, would be what is generally assumed as the Roswell alien. He lives with America, and is pretty much the only supernatural thing he believes in. God knows he doesn’t buy into Arthur’s magic).
As he once told Japan, America specializes in “quick-draw, archeology, and adventures.” The quick-draw aspect matches the country’s love for guns. It is, after all, included in the Bill of Rights. So Alfred is good with a gun, not all, but in general he is. As far as archeology goes, that remains to be seen, but given his personality, it is more than obvious that Alfred likes a good adventure. Even when the Allies joined the Axis on the island presumed to be Seychelles, he came prepared with plenty of candy, and didn’t panic in the least. For him, it’s all a bit of fun!
My Revision
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Personality: Alfred F. Jones is one of the younger nations, representative of the United States of America. He is young and boisterous, prone to overexcitement and giving enthusiastic reactions. Alfred also thinks of himself to be extremely smart, and thinks that everyone should follow him. As a result, he is the unofficial “leader” of the meetings, and has a habit of telling everyone to “back him up” in battle, or whatever the problem tends to be. Unfortunately, to most of his fellow nations, he comes across as a bit of -a dimwit who can’t sense the mood in a room. He’s content to let them think that for the most part, since insults to his person tend to either roll off his back, or become easily forgiven—or at least forgotten—within a day to a week’s time. Alfred is honestly a sweet individual and really only means well by his actions. But…he’s also extremely nosy and tends to put himself in other’s business, thinking himself to be an awesome mediator. While at times he can be, this is not generally the case and just gets on the nerves of most other nations.
Alfred is sentimental, which may be caused by, or effects, his sweet disposition. Despite his fight with England and barely ever speaking about the Revolution, he finds himself unable to clear out his storage room of things like the toy soldiers Arthur made him, the dressy clothes he was given when he was younger, nor the gun which protected him during the final parts of the war.
In truth, Alfred is smarter than he appears, he just doesn’t display it because he sees no point. As well, he has a very laid back, almost lazy disposition that effectively saps his effort out of things he doesn’t want to do. Perhaps this can be attributed to his relatively young age, but Alfred, like his people, is a true child at heart who doesn’t like to take things seriously, again why he doesn’t see a need to read the atmosphere. He’d rather play videogames, read comics, watch movies, and eat fast food. On the other hand, as he’s confided to Finland once, he is jealous of younger children for having both parents, and normal childhoods. He matured fast, physically, and he was robbed of the opportunity to live out his full childhood. As well, given that he doesn’t consider Arthur a parent…he technically doesn’t have one. It’s a bit of a tender point for him.
As far as fast food, he’s fond of all sorts! McDonald’s is his true favorite, but he loves anything, from Burger King to Wendy’s. Alfred’s crazy over ice cream, and even went so far as to injure himself over a cup of it. He has a bad habit of overeating, which gives him awful stomachaches on the worst days, but it’s just a part of his nature. Alfred is part of a consumer nation, and it shows. He loves using up electricity, he overeats, he drinks recreationally—he’s not an alcoholic of course, he just likes the buzz sometimes, and Jack Daniels is his favorite—and he has been known to use recreational drugs every once in a while. Despite being a bit of a fatty though, he’s very self-conscious about his weight, and exercises a great deal, as referenced by the manga.
Most importantly, perhaps, is Alfred’s hero complex. He will always be the hero. Always and forever. Therefore he’s very dedicated and protective of his friends, and usually bends over backwards to make things work for them. This sometimes mistranslates into him putting his nose in where it doesn’t belong, and rightly so; sometimes he has no business interfering. He personally has mellowed back on things since September 11th, 2001, and his government doesn’t always do what he’d like them to. On that note…he has an office job, but usually works from home. On the rare occasion, he’ll travel to the Pentagon.
Alfred has the rather unfortunate trait of being slightly squeamish. This is somewhat selective. He won’t be grossed out by something like seeing a cut, or even a bullet wound or a severe laceration. However, he would, for example, be disgusted at the sight of someone being ill, or extreme gore, not the least of which would be seeing someone’s still-beating heart fall out of their chest—Russia—or something to do with eyes. They’re…so fluid. It squicks him out. This leads to a silly quirk. He’s afraid of Marmite. More specifically, he’s developed an intolerant nature to it. He can’t eat it, the texture and flavor nauseates him. Why? As a child, he ate some when he wasn’t feeling well and became sick. Pretty self-explanatory.
Another fear of his is thunderstorms. He hates them almost as much as he hates scary movies, and he is completely unable to sleep through a storm or after a horror flick. He will have nightmares, and Japan got to see first-hand how badly he freaks out at even the most ridiculous of scary shows and movies. Interestingly enough, horror games don’t scare him quite as bad. Or maybe it was only the game Japan had lent him. That much is unclear, as he also once questioned his alien companion Tony about playing scary games in the dark (Tony, by the way, would be what is generally assumed as the Roswell alien. He lives with America, and is pretty much the only supernatural thing he believes in. God knows he doesn’t buy into Arthur’s magic).
As he once told Japan, America specializes in “quick-draw, archeology, and adventures.” The quick-draw aspect matches the country’s love for guns. It is, after all, included in the Bill of Rights. So Alfred is good with a gun, not all, but in general he is. As far as archeology goes, that remains to be seen, but given his personality, it is more than obvious that Alfred likes a good adventure. Even when the Allies joined the Axis on the island presumed to be Seychelles, he came prepared with plenty of candy, and didn’t panic in the least. For him, it’s all a bit of fun!