"Mr. Jones, the President is ready to see you."
Alfred F. Jones, know by some as the United States of America, followed the middle-aged woman through hallways and around corners with concealed apprehension. After a meeting with the other higher-ups in the government, the President had sent him a message saying they had "come to a decision that could change the way the world saw America." Alfred wasn't sure if he meant the country itself or him, but either way, the message called for a private meeting of utmost importance the next day at noon, and he wasn't stupid enough to miss a meeting with his boss. In fact, he wasn't stupid at all. Not that his so-called-allies would even consider the hamburger-loving idiot having a brain and knowing how to use it, anyway.
As they came upon large mahogany doors, the woman glanced back at him before stopping. "And please, keep your voice down. I've heard of your tendencies, Mr. Hero, and there are other meetings taking place in the area."
America rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Can do, ma'am," he said with a slight chuckle. She gave a small smile and opened the door. "Mr. President, Mr. Jones is here to see you."
The leader of the United States of America looked up from the paper he was signing. "Thank you, Mrs. Davis. Come in, Alfred." She nodded and turned on her heel, closing the door behind her with a click. Alfred took a seat in front of the desk as the President clasped his hands together and looked his country's personification dead in the eye. "America," he said, "I'm sure you've noticed the tensions between the nations." He continued after he received a nod, "Well, yesterday the others and I came to the decision that…you should reveal yourself at the next meeting."
Silence.
Alfred stared at his boss. He…he couldn't have heard that right. They both knew the reason why he had a mask in the first place; to keep this country safe. If they found out about the real him, the world would most likely gang up on him and attack out of fear.
"Can you run that by me again? I think I might have heard you wrong." America attempted a wide grin, but it came out as a small, nervous smile, and his lips twitched trying to keep it up.
"I know you heard me right, America," the President said sternly. "What I am saying is not a joke. It's an order. Now, will you listen to orders?"
"Yes, sir," America said, his face blank and eyes an icy blue.
The President fought the urge to shiver. Instead, he nodded stiffly. "Good. You can do whatever you want until the next meeting in D.C. Dismissed."
America stood and left without another word. As he walked to his home in the capital, he thought about what he could do at the world meeting in two weeks. Should he let them figure it out on their own or should he tell them straight up that is IQ is 210? What would happen if he revealed to them that every time they gossiped about him in their native language, he could understand it perfectly? What if they came to the realization that they had been badmouthing a country with power and the knowledge to use it? America smirked.
This should be fun.
What do you think? Should I continue?
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