I am first generation American. ethnically, costa rican and argentinian. my argentine grandmother's mother was french but since it's such a teeny bit I usually leave that out. Most of both sides of my ancestors (from what I could uncover) had originated from spain.

All of which explains my sassy 'tude quite nicely

I am American first. But my nationality is 100% Italian.

There's no such thing. I'm guessing that you have an Australian accent, just like I have a Received Pronunciation British accent. Eveyone has an accent, whether they know it or not.

I just want it known that I don't talk anything at all like Steve Irwin.

If I had some webspace I'd post a sample of my voice. Americans go crazy for it, for some reason.

American, but my background is German, Italian and Japanese.

My Nationality is American. My Ethnicity is Italian and Irish.

That reminds me of when my oldest brother returned from the military. He had spent a few months in Texas, and came home with a Texas accent. I asked, how long it it take you to acquire that accent? He replied, "I acquired it instantly when I crossed the Texas border headed North." (He went on to explain that with Texas license plates on his car, it was easier to use a bad accent than to explain the license plates.)

I am Danish. From the city of Aarhus on the Jutland peninsula. My Father was Danish, and his father before him was Danish. His mother, whilst also being Danish, had a touch of romany in her, but I've never known to what extent. My she was also descended from one of the oldest known families in Denmark, but to my eternal shame, i've forgotten their name...

Some interesting facts about Denmark, are; It is the oldest surviving kingdom in the world, has the oldest official flag and our queen is the only monarch in the world who has officially illustrated Tolkien's 'The Lord of the Rings'

My paternal grandfather was a slave labourer for the third reich, but managed to escape several times back to Denmark. Each time he was captured again, but not before he had managed to make his wife pregnant... so my fathers sisters and brothers were all born during the war, and immediately afterwards.

My mother is English, born in Kent. And she met my father when she worked in Denmark in the mid 60´s. I am the oldest of three brothers, and I was born in 1969.
Soon there after my parents, my brother and I all moved to Lancashire in England, where I grew up. My youngest brother was born in Southport, in Merseyside, and the five of us all lived happily in Britain until 1986.

Then we moved back to Denmark, where I had to start all over again, a foreigner in my own country... as a consequence of this, I speak English better than Danish, and I have an unusual perspective on what it means to be Danish.

My mothers father was an artillery gunner during the second world war. During the battle of Britain he was on the ground firing up, whilst my maternal grand mothers brother, was flying a hurricane against the luftwaffe. Later he was shipped out to the far east, where he was the sole survivor of his company, when the Japanese attacked them... he was in the hospital, fevered with malaria at the time, so he always used to joke that malaria saved his life. His family were English, from Kent, where once they had owned several breweries. With time however their fortunes had waned and by the time my grandfather married my grand mother, they were almost penniless.

My maternal grand mother was not poor. She came from a wealthy family of German French Jews who had fled Europe some time during the first world war. They had left many relations behind them though, so when the second war came, they lost the majority of their family as well as a good deal of money. After the war, my grand mothers father moved to Malta where he was involved with a movement that was trying to establish a Jewish homeland on Malta. He was opposed to the foundation of Israel, though I'm not really sure why.

My maternal grand mother had two brothers, one of whom died when his Hurricane fighter plane went missing over the Atlantic during the war, the other is still alive (just) and spent his life as a chemical engineer, managing factories which produced preserved foods.
A lot of what I know of my Jewish heritage I have from him.

Of all my grandparents, only my paternal grand mother is still alive, though she is declining fast as well.

So, to cut a long story short, I am a Jewish Anglo Dane.

I'm a US citizen, with ethnic roots that are "mixed Celtic" - Irish most prominent, but also Scots, Welsh, and some from Brittany. The last explains my last name, which is originally and superficially French but possibly best known as Irish. People with my last name were notoriously troublesome to the Norman/British invaders, until one of them became a duke and another lord chancellor. After that brief experiment with respectability, they lapsed into their previous troublemaking ways until another distant scion was hanged in connection with the Guy Fawkes plot.

In terms of politics and world view, though, I'm half-Kiwi. My parents moved to New Zealand before I can remember anything, and that's where I received my early schooling (up to tenth grade). Those are formative years. Many deeply ingrained beliefs about how the world works, or should work, are instilled at that time. Maybe I'm more tolerant of a left-leaning style of government (NZ was often called the most socialist nation not behind the iron or bamboo curtains) because I've actually lived under one and have fond memories of the time. Maybe I'm more able to believe that people can trust each other, or work for the community instead of single-mindedly pursuing personal gain every moment, because I lived in a place where those things actually happened and people were happy with the results. I certainly have a different perspective on foreign relations, trade, military power, etc. How could I not, after living in a very small and very isolated country that doesn't have the option of playing global bully? I think everyone should try living somewhere other than the US to get that perspective - and I do mean living as a member of that other community, not as "the American" (most especially not as "the American in uniform with a gun") who associates almost entirely with other Americans and relates to the actual community members only as an outsider. It might help them understand that doing things a different way than in the US is not necessarily an error, and can lead to real standards of living that are just as high even if the dollar value is lower.

Eh.
I was born in Beijing, China. On the same day my father got crushed. My mother was from Taipei (Taiwan), my father from Shenyang (PRC). So, I guess I'm clumped into that lump of everything in East Central Asia.... Chinese. *blinkies*

I am a United States citizen by birth, although if Mom and Dad had decided to stay in British Columbia I would have been Canadian.

American is actually a term that could describe virtually any person born and living between the Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean in the so-called New World.

COULD, but doesn't...

I think "should" is a better word than "could".