EVERYONE READ THE BLOODY AUTHOR'S NOTE. Okay, now that I have your attention, I have a few things to say. I sooo should not be doing this -facepalm- I have three other stories to work on, and here I am creating another one. So updates might be a bit sketchy. For those people out there that can't figure it out, Chase (the main character) is a boy. So that means its not going to be one of those Country x OC stories -shudder- Nope, this is just general silliness. Please enjoy!

(I don't own Hetalia.)

"Hey Chase, there's someone I want you to meet!"

That line seriously was the beginning of my troubles. What I should have done is just ignored it, and locked myself in a closet someone. Mostly made out of medal so that idiot couldn't get me out. If only I wasn't so eager and stupid to have been moving into the white house. Then maybe I would have been more guarded, surer of what I was doing. In the end though, I followed my dad's voice, and before I knew it, my life was fully surrounded by the United States of America. Let me tell you how it went down.

I got up eagerly, wondering if I was about to meet the president of Italy or something like that. Ever since my dad became president of the USA, I've met tons of ambassadors, and important figures. Each one was very polite, and it was definitely a huge highlight of my life. It even made me like my father a tiny bit more.

When I rounded the corner though, I found Dad talking to a young man with golden blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, an ahoge, glasses, and a smile that could challenge the sun. The man was well built, and I could clearly see muscles under his shirt. The moment I saw him, I knew I really did not like him. The smile was real, but it wasn't quite reaching his eyes. He looked tired, but I knew he was still very happy to be here; meeting the new president.

"Uh, hello." I said awkwardly, reaching out my hand to shake his own hand. If it was even possible, his grin got even bigger. I noticed that he was really tall, and I found myself intimidated. I'm not a short guy, but damn was he tall. What shocked me even more though, was when my dad announced proudly,

"Son, this is the United States himself."

Okay, I knew my dad was crazy, but this won the medal of craziness. The man didn't look fazed at all though. Maybe he was used to mental people? My sister Alice was the same way, and she looked at me like she was asking, "What the hell happened to dad?" I shrugged in response, and instead faced 'America'.

"So what's your real name?" I asked, shifting my feet. He laughed, clapping me on the back.

"You don't believe I'm actually America?" he asked teasingly, ruffling my chestnut brown hair. I frowned, brushing his hand away. I was starting to get sick of all of this. Maybe he was crazy too?

"That's impossible." I sniped back, starting to get annoyed. Did he seriously think I would believe that he was the US? His grin only got larger, making me feel like hitting something.

"I told you he wouldn't believe without evidence." Dad sighed, shooting me a look. I glared right back at him, wondering when this whole joke was going to end. 'America' whipped out a huge book with the title, NPs of the World. He handed it to Alice, who in turn looked curiously at the large book. Her eyes widened, and suddenly she got a huge grin on her face. She closed it shut, reaching out a hand to 'America.'

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. America."

Seriously? Okay, what was in that book that had everyone so convinced? Alice handed it to me, flipping to the first page.

The United States of America

Name(s): America, USA, the United States of America, North America

Human (cover-up) name: Alfred F. Jones

Description: Blonde hair, blue eyes, strong build, glasses

Family: Canada (Matthew; brother) Tsenacommacah (Mother; disbanded)

Birth: July 4th

Gender: Male

Age Appearance: 19-22

I looked up slowly at the supposed Alfred, wondering if this was some sort of joke. What I didn't understand though, was the title. What in the world is an NP? I flipped to the very first page, and started reading.

National Personifications

National Personifications (or NPs) exist for each country. Countries that are split up by religion, culture, beliefs, and governments might have two NPs. It is unknown where NPs come from, and when the country is disbanded, where they go.

NPs are directly influenced by various elements of their representative nation. Lifestyle, politics, environment, and warfare have been shown to have repercussion on a NP's demeanor, mood, and physical wellbeing. However, this does not seem to be in effect in reverse. What physically affects the NP does not affect their representative nation.

NPs look like regular humans, but are actually immortal (unless country is disbanded); each one of them has a human codename given by their government. This codename is what to be used when in the presence civilians so as not to arise suspicion of the NP's true identity. This allows the NP to live a relatively normal life when not involved in government affairs.

I slowly looked up, not believing my eyes. This man, was the USA? I stuttered a bit, feeling embarrassed.

"It's uh, nice to meet you Mr. America." I grumbled, refusing to look at anyone. I heard 'Alfred' laugh again, and before I knew it, I was being crushed into a huge hug.

"I already know we're going to be great buds." He smiled, releasing me. I turned bright red, not sure what to say.

"Y-yeah."

And that's how I first met the most annoying man on earth. Well, one of them.

Yes, yes, first chapter always sucks. I should hope to be updating soon though :) Remember to be a dear and review/comment!

(I don't own Hetalia.)