America for President 1
Alfred sniffled then blew his nose, as he lay huddled in his blankets in bed watching the news. The President was going to be announcing that he was going to run for a second term soon. He felt his stomach lurch as he read the ticker at the bottom of the screen announcing that the other party had chosen their candidate, as well.
He couldn't take much more of this. He was tired of being in a constant state of illness. He was fairly certain he had developed immunities to most over the counter medications by now.
He was tired of other nations holding him responsible for the whims of his bosses. He was tired of doing whatever his bosses and the media wanted. They weren't a true representation of the will of his people! They were just the lesser of two evils for that given term.
He glanced up at the wall, where his own copies of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were framed on his wall. This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't what the people wanted. And as their nation, it was time he did something about it.
With the decision firmly in mind, he jumped out of bed and ran to his closet. If he hurried, he could probably get his boss to let him have a few minutes of press time.
As he pulled on the suit, he wondered about how he would present himself? Should he go with Alfred F. Jones, a regular American citizen? No. No one would care about some guy they never heard of before. He'd have to reveal himself for who he was if he was going to get the attention he wanted.
The other nations would flay him alive, sure, but it was a small price to pay. He was tired of being sick, and he knew they were too! He had to do this. It was his duty as the hero!
He smoothed out his hair and hurried out the door, calling his boss. While confused, his boss agreed easily enough to let him have the floor when he finished speaking. Of course he would. He had no idea what Alfred was planning on saying. Curiosity alone would dictate that he had to be allowed to speak.
Some time later, Alfred stood to the side, listening as the President finished his speech.
"Before you leave today, there is someone else who would like to have a little of your time. I think you'll find that you know him without needing an introduction." The President looked to him and nodded, stepping aside as Alfred walked up to the podium and slapped him on the back heartily.
"Thanks a bunch." Alfred turned to the news reporters, ignoring the flashing lights of the cameras.
"I won't waste your time. I'll just get right to the point. I am Alfred F. Jones, better known as the United States of America. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired, and I'm going to do something about it. As of today, I am establishing my own party, the Independence Party, and announcing that I am running for President in this election. That is all, thank you."
As the reporters clamored to try to get him to answer questions, Alfred stepped down from the platform, smirking a bit as he passed by his absolutely shocked boss.
He didn't have time for his questions right now. He had a campaign to run.