Hey guys! How's life? Mine has been…busy. That is why I am giving this to you so late in the month...at least I got it out right? I have important notes at the bottom that I would appreciate if you read those! They are notes about this story, thoughts about America's Gloves and stuff.
Now on to the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my imagination!
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Alfred F. Jones, the representation of the US of A had a secret. Don't be surprised, all nations have secrets that they don't tell anyone. Nations are masters of keeping secrets, intentional or not, it comes with being a nation.
Now, Alfred's secret is a little more unique than usual, at least he hoped his was unique, no one should have to deal with this kind of secret.
It started after the Revolution, America was expanding West and South, finding more land to claim. Alfred, along with his people, wanted…more. More land, more power so that he could prove to the world that he wasn't a weak colony that needed someone else's protection because of a dumb streak of luck. He was not weak, he was not just lucky and he was not going to roll over just because he was a baby in the other nation's eyes!
So he found out about Mexico trying to gain more land from him. They had a whole war on it! It was hard but Alfred managed to get Texas. He felt some accomplishment about that. What Mexico gave as "Texas" though, shocked him a bit. He just expected to grow a little taller like when his people moved West. Instead something entirely different happened.
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Alfred sighed and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. He only had three hours of sleep last night because his paperwork was piling up, the movie marathon was still worth it! He really didn't want to go to a meeting, his eyes couldn't focus and a headache was starting to form. He could practically feel the exhaustion coming on and knew that he wasn't going to be able to stop himself from falling asleep.
He put his hands on the doors ready to push them open—
"Al! Where are your glasses!?"
Alfred froze in shock then spun around. He felt a scream build in his throat when he didn't find anyone there.
"Show yourself!"
"You idiot! We don't have time for that! We need to grab you glasses!"
Alfred let out a sigh of relief when his brother appeared out-of-no-where and grabbed his hand.
"What are you talking about Mattie? I have Texas right here—"
Alfred froze when his fingers didn't make contact with the familiar metal frame.
Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He looked at his brother in horror. Matthew sighed in exasperation and worry.
"Really Al? You forgot to grab Texas? Do you even know where Texas is?"
"Ummmm…"
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I hate those moments too Allie! (Alfred)
Now the IMPORTANT NOTES I promised!
I was wondering if you guys wanted this to as long as America's Gloves or shorter with longer chapters?
I had someone ask about the story behind America's Gloves-like how he got the marks and stuff-I was wondering if you all wanted to know that story or if I should leave it a mystery?
If you could PLEASE vote on my profile about the next story I should write, after this one and three of my currently ongoing stories are finished.
I think that about sums it up! Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!