January
Washington D.C.
America - Alfred F. Jones
To say America was tired would be an understatement. Alfred F. Jones, the representation of the United States of America, made his way down the streets of Washington D.C. He hadn't had a good night sleep in weeks. The nation yawned before taking a hand out of his jacket pocket to move the scarf he wore up to cover his nose. A bag of McDonalds in his other hand. As he walked, he watched his breath fog up his glasses and let his mind wander back to the past few weeks.
First, America thought back to the days leading up to Christmas. For once, he hadn't been bombarded by paperwork brought upon him by his boss. He didn't have to wear those stiff business suits and could actually relax. He got to be with family. It was nice for once. Canada had offered to host the annual christmas get-together at his secluded house in Quebec. Everything was perfect. No bosses nor businessman. No paperwork. No cameras.
The morning of 22nd had been a blur to America. One moment, he was sitting in the kitchen while Canada made the two of them breakfast. The next moment, America had woken up on the couch with Canada sitting on the floor beside him, flipping through tv channels frantically trying to find an American news station. A headline flashed suddenly on the screen as Canada stopped on CNN. Another American government shutdown. Thank goodness England and France hadn't been there to see him.
For the rest of the holiday break, the golden boy struggled to keep up his charm and blinding smile. Alfred's bright blue eyes were dull and his cowlick seemed to droop. The only one who saw through him was Canada. France and England didn't seem to notice when they did arrive at Canada's house. Instead, the holidays were spent listening to the two older nations complain about their problems in europe and about each other.
Even now, as America took a seat on the cold marble steps leading up to the Lincoln Memorial, his head was pounding. He couldn't think straight. He just wasn't himself and he knew that. It wasn't just from the shutdown. As Alfred or America, he has always tried not to let the politicians and the politics get to him. It was becoming harder and harder for him to stay neutral. He was constantly passing out from the government shutdown and his boss didn't help at all. All the fighting between his congressmen, between the parties and other political leaders - they were all getting to him. Anything out of his Presidents mouth could lead to a civil war. He didn't know how much more he could take before he burst and started making decisions himself.
Grumbling to himself as the headache pressed on, Alfred reached into his McDonalds bag and pulled out his lunch. A burger and fries distracted the country for a moment. I wish I had brought gloves, he thought shivering slightly. It was cold and his bomber jacket did nothing to block out this January wind. The wind scrapped his cheeks. Winter was making itself know and it made sense that not alot of people would be out in 30 degree weather. America just sat there. It was calm and for a moment, he got a chance to clear his head of debates.
Crumpling the burger wrapper and throwing it back into the paper bag, Alfred looked over the Reflecting Pool and out to the Washington Monument. Past that lied the State Capital building. America checked his watch. He hadn't realized how far he had walked just to get McDonalds. From the Lincoln Memorial to the United States Capital was a good 50 minute walk. I can get there in 30 he thought. America gave himself a moment to compose himself and stand up, shoving the trash he had in his pocket and making his way back to the Capital building. He was tired. With another yawn, America prepared himself for the paperwork and the fighting. What he wasn't ready for, was his boss's out-of-the-blue Oval Office address.
Authors note:
I've read enough fanfiction, I guess it's time for me to make my own. This is my first fanfiction ever. Hetalia will always hold a spot in my heart.
I will be covering current events and politics. Certain names will not be used and other political figures will be changed. Some cursing will be used in later chapters because of Romano mostly and there are no true pairings. There are hinted pairings such as GerIta, SuFin, and FACE family.