Hands at his hips, America's head swivels around the clearing looking for the source of the voice, expecting to see the handsome couple that had been bounding through earlier. He'd even dressed down for the occasion! It's easier now that his body isn't a firey mess of ragged flesh and open wounds; it's smooth skin and muscle and a single jagged scar running shoulder to hip where the diagonal chasm had been. The weight of self-consciousness has been lifted exponentially. He can walk naked without shame, just like Adam and Eve.

Except it isn't innocence that drives him, it's an ego so intense that he couldn't care less if anyone sees his dick.

He's almost about to give up and move on when he spots the snake and it clicks.

"Hey hey, if it ain't The Snake with a capital hiss!"

Waving eagerly, he plods closer to the tree with the little unicorn prancing at his heels, undoubtedly seeking more scratches behind the ear.

"Y'know, you should consider keepin' that your permanent form. Much cuter than that hoity-toity posh mess. Oi, while you're up there, throw me an apple! Not just for me, I'm gonna share with Jeffrey."

What a shitty name for a unicorn.