Claire McKinnon has just been elected as the United States of America's first female president. However, nothing could prepare her for a certain hamburger-loving man waiting for her at the White House, ready to inform her just what being the President of the U.S.A. really means. Follow Claire and her family as they meet America and the countries of the world, while trying to deal with all the problems that being the Presidential family brings. With all the danger and chaos, will the McKinnon family make it through their first term of Presidency?
Rated T for possible violence and romance in the future. There will be pairings (Ameripan, FRUK, Gerita, Canada/Prussia for instance), but nothing too racy... probably 3 This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle~ Rate and Review! :D 3
Chapter 1: The Mystery Man
Claire McKinnon was completely and utterly exhausted. It had been a long and grueling campaign, but tonight had proved that it had all been worth it. She had just been elected as the 45th President of the United States of America. If she wasn't so drained, she might have done a victory dance in the limo she was now slumped in. Instead, she had a 15 year old boy snoozing on her shoulder, and a 5 year old girl snoring lightly in her lap. Alexander and Molly, her pride and joy. Her children have been so supportive of her through it all, and when Claire was announced as the winning candidate, they were screaming and hugging the life out of her. Now they were out cold with exhaustion. Even their golden retriever, Argon, was out for the count, head lolling in Alex's lap.
"Ms. McKinnon, we will be arriving at the White House shortly." said a CIA agent in the shotgun seat of the limo. "I know you must be exhausted, but there is one appointment that you must keep when we arrive." "That's alright, Harold." said Claire. She was fully prepared to be up and about at a moment's notice. "Who will I be meeting?" Harold was silent for a moment, before saying carefully, "He would rather introduce himself to you, Ms. McKinnon. But I will say this; he is the most important man that you will ever meet." Claire raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That's rather dramatic." Harold laughed, "Yes, I suppose it is. But then again, he is a very dramatic man." Claire noted the fondness in the agent's voice as he talked about this mystery man. "This man must be something if you speak so fondly of him, Harold." Harold smiled again, the limo now turning into the White House driveway. "Trust me, Ms. McKinnon. When you meet him, it will be impossible for you to dislike him." Interesting.
The limo stopped. Harold got out of the limo, opening Claire's door moments later. "If it is alright with you, I will escort the children to bed. It is imperative that you go to this appointment at once. He will be waiting for you in the Oval Office." Full of curiosity, Claire hesitated a moment, looking at her sleeping children, before turning and walking up the stairs to the magnificent White House, another CIA agent escorting her to the Oval Office.
Ten minutes later, they were finally outside the grand doors of the Oval Office. Claire turned to the agent, and she must have looked a bit nervous, because the agent smiled at her reassuringly before opening the door. Claire took a deep breath, before walking inside to meet the person who was apparently the most important man she would ever meet. The door closed behind her. Claire's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. Not of the room, no, but of the man. He was on the balcony, his back was towards her as he watched the celebratory fireworks boom and flash in the sky. He was blond, with one piece of hair sticking up in the front. He was muscular and tall. Judging from his excitement and laugh as he watched the fireworks, Claire could tell he was quite young. "Excuse me?" said Claire, walking forward. The man turned, and Claire felt something inside of her connect. Bright azure eyes glinted from behind glasses, the dazzling smile glinting in the light. This face, this person, so young, yet with such old eyes…. Something about this person was so endearing and familiar to Claire, yet she had never met this man in her life. Before she could say anything else, the man walked toward her in springing steps, thrust his hand forward, and said, "Hello, Ms. President. I'm the United States of America."