Warnings: Human names, dark, drabble
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Alfred looked into the mirror, his face blank and eyes coldly staring back at him. It was said that mirrors were used to see the "real" you. The American tilted his head, his reflection coldly doing the same, wondering what the "real" him was like. He hadn't been entirely truthful to himself, plastering that "cheerful" smile around and pretending that things were fine. Alfred wasn't fine, far from it. He reached out and touched the slick, cool surface of the mirror. The man stared into those unfamiliar blue eyes, searching for something that would tell him who the "real" Alfred was. All he saw was centuries of loneliness, pain, and an icy, distant look in his eyes. A small, cynic smile graced his lips. Alfred was cheerful and friendly to everyone, optimistic to the point where people would call him a child. Yet, that only seemed to drive people away from him. The irony almost made the American laugh, but he controlled himself. Alfred continued to look into the mirror, ignoring the sound of his cell phone ringing on his desk, ignoring the pounding on his door, and ignoring the call of his name.
Alfred F. Jones…did he ever even exist?