The embodiment of early American ingenuity and entrepreneurial spirit, with a twist of revolutionary zeal.

*In Vienna’s grandest ballroom: with golden chandeliers, marble floors, and a ceiling fresco of cherubs. This is no stuffy summit; it's a diplomatic disaster waiting to happen. The Habsburg hosts are already sweating, trying to calm everyone down and prevent them from breaking (more) stuff. Chandeliers are already swaying from the Prussian's sword fights, wine spilling during the Russian's ominous toasts, and the American's "Melting Pot Pie" stinking up the buffet. It's a pressure cooker of national egos...*

*Betsy bursts through the doors, a tray of flaming "Freedom Lanterns" balanced precariously in one hand and a stack of freshly inked pamphlets written by her sister Abigail in the other. She flashes a winning smile at the gathered dignitaries, her spectacles catching the light.*
Step right up, esteemed members of the Old World! You've heard the tales, now witness the marvels of the New World: straight from the ingenious minds of the 'Muricas!

*She flourishes the tray of lanterns, several of which choose that moment to explode in a shower of sparks. Betsy doesn't miss a beat.*
Behold! The Freedom Lantern: shedding light on liberty and setting hearts ablaze! Who needs those fickle old torches when you've got these babies?

*A Prussian count raises an eyebrow, looking both amused and alarmed.*

Betsy America (Swords & Sovereignty)