The time was WW2, it seemed like that was the time everything took place. Alfred F. Jones, the personification of America, sighed. He shoved the newspaper he held aside, who reads newspapers, anyway? But it's contents summarized Germany's current position beside Hitler, the bad guy, and his and Italy and Japan's alliance. America hadn't realized the consequences of his and the Allies' actions.
Too bad it was too late...
America rose from his seat in one of the White House's many sitting rooms. His people decided it would be best for him to stay on the sidelines, to remain neutral. But Alfred knew better than they, that this wasn't going to work out. For only a couple of weeks ago the Allies meeting was held in Washington D.C., where he, Yao Wang (China), Ivan Braginsky (Russia), Francis Bonnefoy, and Arthur Kirkland (England) discussed the strategy of the Axis and how they were to end this.
That was when he announced the conclusion of his people, their neutrality, he abruptly stood and walked out the Allies meeting. America remember the looks he received, mostly disappointment and humorous, but the one England sent him was surprising. It was a look that plead. One that actually asked for help, instead of demanding it like tsundere person he was. The look of help soon fled and was replaced with coldness.
"Um...excuse me sir," a voice said politely. Interrupting the American from his thoughts.
America jumped and stood up, acting very guilty. He replied
"Uh, yeah?"
"It's almost midnight, and your still up, are you feeling okay sir?" the maid asked.
Alfred suppressed a snicker, silly of him to lose track of the time, but then again...
"OH CRAP!" he exclaimed quickly collecting his things quickly and running out of the room.
For he had promised Tony that he'd stay up with him to watch the new season of Supernatural, and if he was late...there was no telling what kind of alien pay back was in store for him...he'd just have to put this neutral world war thing off till tomorrow and hopefully he'd still be alive tomorrow.