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America paced outside the door to the most high-up office in the building, getting even more anxious by the second.
A woman walked out and motioned for him to go inside.
"You wanted to-"
She couldn't finish her sentence because as soon as the door had opened, America had rushed in.
The woman sighed.
"Such a hasty man today..."
Alfred slammed his hands on the old wooden desk.
"Mr. President, pull everyone out."
The addressee looked shocked. Alfred continued without pause.
"Pull all troops out of any place they are. Everyone, everywhere. No exception- at all. Pull them all out."
The president cleared his throat with a cough.
"Look, Alfred, I can't just-"
"Pull them all out."
"I can't just bring everyone back without consulting Congress first-"
"Pull. Them. All. Out. Now."
The man put his arms up in a defense position.
"Alfred- America- please understand that before I can pull anyone out, I have to talk to Congress first to see if the agr-"
"NOW!"
The nation screamed, slamming his fist into the table.
"You want to talk to Congress? Oh, that's all fine and dandy! Just don't expect them to agree! But I'll tell you this: you are pulling them out, whether Congress approves or not. Got it?"
Putting his hands down slowly, he replied in a shaky voice,
"Mmhm..."
"Also, a few more things: no citizen is to leave the country, and no one is allowed in. All borders with other nations will be under lock-down, and security will be tight on all coasts- east, west, Alaska and Hawaii too."
America took a deep breath, and crossed his arms.
"Now send as many planes and helicopters as you can to pick up troops."
He turned and strode towards the office's door.
"I'll be back tomorrow, 'kay?"
"Yes, s-sir." The president nodded, and quickly got on the phone.
The door shut with a loud band.
[ World Conference ; 9:16 AM ; February 19 ]
"Aiya, when is America going to get here, aru? We've been waiting for a while now." China complained.
"Well, it's not like he hasn't been late before."
England responded.
"What if he doesn't show up?"
Vietnam pitched the idea.
"Should we just start the conference?"
"Non, it would be rude. He eventually arrives, mon ami. He just..." France paused momentarily.
"...likes to be 'fashionably late'."
As in on cue, the room's large French doors swung open almost silently.
Heads turned to face the interruption.
"I know, I know. I'm late, again. I had an... important meeting with Mr. Prez."
America hurried to his seat near the head of the table.
"Very important..."
"Aiya! You are late for everything! Why can't you be on time for once, aru?"
The wheat-blonde's eyes narrowed at the Asian.
"Well, Wang, you won't have to worry about that next time."
"Aru?"
America shook his head abruptly, his usual look of carelessness settling back onto his face.
"Ah, mm, sorry 'bout that. But seriously, I wouldn't worry anymore if I were you."
"Okay..."
America spent the rest of the meeting thinking, and answering the occasion question or statement directed towards him.