Heracles looked down at the account summary of his assets. He had panicked when he had first seen the complicated forms, before one of the government officials of his country had simplified it for him. Simply put, Greece was so close to bankruptcy that they might as well be. Heracles had gotten a call from his boss earlier that day, informing him that though they were going to do their best to get out of bankruptcy at home with new laws and measures and programs, he was going to do a little something too. Oh, it was nothing harmful to any part of Heracles, except maybe his pride, no, but his pride had taken such a beating lately that it was sure to have bruises or something on it by now, if it was tangible. He was going to have to beg. Well, as he liked to put it, "Ask nicely" for money from the other nations.
First up was America, who he did not really know that well, but who was on his list all the same. Pausing hesitantly, Heracles sucked up his pride and knocked on the door of America's house. For a few moments there was nothing except the vague pounding of a beat in the background before a younger girl opened the door. Sound poured out from behind her, and Heracles said that he wanted to speak to Alfred. She nodded, and shut the door quietly, the deafening racket slightly muted. Heracles wondered why so much noise was coming from America's house, until he remembered just how many people lived in his house. As he was counting them, Alfred opened the door. Again bass beats poured out of the door, and Heracles craned his neck to see where it was coming from. Were those… Strobe lights? Noticing Greece's questioning look, America quickly shut the door and grinned at him. "Yeah, what is it, Greece?" He asked.
Heracles cleared his throat and absentmindedly stroked one of the cats who were currently trailing him. "Well, actually…" He trailed off, ashamed. At Alfred's impatient look, Greece continued, "Can I borrow some money?" He finally said. This was shameful, he shouldn't have been the first Euro country to go down. It should have been, well, he didn't know who, but it shouldn't have been him!
America was frantically dialing at his cell phone, making calls until he finally got to his boss. He murmured some unintelligible words to him, then snapped the phone shut triumphantly. "All right Greece! My boss says it's fine as long as you're making sufficient cutbacks at your place, so here's yo-" America's phone rang again, startling him as he was reaching for his wallet. He glanced apologetically at Greece, and Heracles shrugged, it did not matter to him whether or not Alfred took a call right now. America turned around again after a few minutes, with a frown on his face this time. "Sorry Greece." He said, "But I just got a call from my boss, and some of the other nations don't think you need it, and so we're not sure what we're gonna do. Could you come back later?" Heracles knew what that meant. No money for him right now.
Ahh well, it was to be expected, America had his own looming deficit to worry about. Heracles picked up his cats and continued down the street. Maybe some of the European countries could give him a loan or something.