Hey guys! This is my first fanfic! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Oh, and if anyone can guess what movie Alfred watches at the end you will receive a cookie.

Update: I finally got around to updating this! Yay! But since this is on my lap top and not my original computer I have to retype each chapter. Boo! What's worse is that Fan Fiction won't let me copy and paste onto word so I really do have to retype every single word! At least this will let me fix my previous errors more in depth. Well enough talk, I'll let you get to the story now. ~Takuku.

I do not own Hetalia.

Alfred ran into the White House as fast as he could. Obama was going to chew him out this time. Not only was he late, but he also didn't do the paperwork he was assigned. And there was a lot of paperwork. From what Obama had told him, it was about gay rights, but Alfred never gave the stack of papers a second glance. He had recently bought the new Final Fantasy game and was itching to play it. And play it he did, but not without consequences. With his entire week spent playing the game, he had completely forgotten about his job. If there was one thing Alfred didn't like about Obama, it was the fact that he was a complete hard ass when it came to work.

Alfred finally reached Obama's office and stopped outside to catch his breath and think up an excuse. Obama was bound to be pissed beyond belief so it had to be a pretty damn good excuse. Steeling his nerves and finally breathing properly he knocked on the door and heard a stern voice say, "Enter."

He walked in to see Obama at his desk, flipping through papers and looking none too happy. Alfred gulped, feeling the tension he normally felt when around Obama.

"What's up, dude?" He greeted jovially, trying to lighten the mood.

Obama sighed, set the papers down, and glared intently at Alfred. Alfred felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as his boss continued to glare a hole through him. Out of all the presidents he had over the years, Obama was the only one that managed to put him on edge.

"Where's the paperwork?" he asked with an unwavering gaze which didn't help Alfred's nerves at all.

"Uhhh… about that… funny story!"

"It had better be a good excuse."

"Pfft! When have I ever given you a lame excuse?" Alfred nervously laughed.

"Last month you said that Tony ate your paperwork."

Alfred froze and felt all the color leave his face. Crap! I was going to use that excuse today! Better think of something quick!

"Uhhh… well… you see… there were these mutant chickens! Yeah! And they wanted to-"

"Do you think I'm stupid Alfred?!" Obama shouted while standing up, causing Alfred to jump slightly.

"N-No sir." Alfred responded nervously. Mutant chickens? What was I thinking?

Obama stared at him for a few more seconds before sighing, sitting back down, and putting his head in his hands. He didn't make a sound as he appeared to be in deep thought. Alfred just stood there, not really knowing what to do. He didn't know what to expect next and just wished that he would hurry up and yell at him so he could go home and forget that this whole thing ever happened. Just when Alfred thought he would go nuts, Obama looked back up.

"As the personification of the United States of America, it is your responsibility to help take care of your country. I cannot allow you to slack off while the rest of us work double time to make up for your laziness. If I did, what kind of president would I be?" Obama scolded like a mother to a child who ate a cookie before dinner.

"Ummm… not a very good one, I guess."

"Exactly! It's important that you get a say in what's going on. That's why I give you papers that have extended information on the problems of today's society. That way to can determine a proper solution to the many problems at hand."

Obama leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, once again looking to be in deep thought. He wasn't yelling this time, which left Alfred completely floored. Normally he would just yell until his voice was hoarse. His sudden calm behavior served only to make Alfred even more on edge, if that was even possible.

Obama opened his eyes and said, "The scientists in our labs have come up with a new invention, and I need you to take a look at it."

"What does it do?"

"It's supposed to increase the metabolism of a person's body. If this works, it could possibly cure obesity in this country."

Alfred perked up at this. He wasn't obese really. He wasn't even fat. He did have a little plumpness around his midsection which he made sure to hide very well. He would die if Iggy ever found out about the 15lbs he gained over the past few months. If this machine worked, it could not only help him, but it could also help out everyone else with weight problems as well.

"Now go down to the lab and see what Dr. Hamilton has to say about it, and don't forget your paperwork this week."

Previous nervousness forgotten, Alfred saluted Obama and walked out of his office towards the labs. In order to keep the top secret inventions top secret, the government decided to build a high-tech lab in the basement of the White House. Only the most elite knew of this place's existence.

Once he reached the entrance to the lab he typed in the extremely elaborate code to get in. The code was made up of 23 digits and 45 letters, which Alfred initially had a hard time remembering. After several months of mistakes and security guards making sure he was who he said he was, he finally got the hang of it. Once he walked in, he was greeted by a blond man in a white lab coat.

"Ah, you must be Mr. America! I am Dr. Hamilton, and I've been expecting you. Come follow me and I'll show you our latest invention!" he said as he started to lead Alfred deeper into the lab.

As they walked, Alfred decided to look at all the other inventions the scientists have been working on. He spotted the designs of the flying car that had been in development for the past several months. He couldn't wait for it to be finished. Not only was it going to hover, but it was also supposed to go up to 400mph. He couldn't wait to see the looks on the other countries' faces when they found out that his country was the first to build the flying car.

Alfred was so busy staring at the car designs that he didn't realize where he was going until he bumped into another scientists who also wasn't paying attention. They both fell to the ground, and papers, as well as Alfred's glasses, scattered everywhere.

"Sorry about that, dude." Alfred said as he started to search for his glasses.

"You'd better be sorry! It took me all night to organize these papers and now they're everywhere!" snapped a female voice.

Yeesh! What a jerk!

Alfred found his glasses and got a good look at who he bumped into. She was a woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties; she had black hair, green eyes and a mole on her left cheek. She looked to be 200lbs over weight and appeared to have gotten no sleep at all the night before. Alfred mentally cringed at the sight of her.

"What are you gawking at? Pick up my papers you so thoughtlessly scattered!" she barked.

Startled into action by her sharp voice, he started to pick up the papers. She humphed and started to climb off the floor, which she appeared to be having trouble with. Alfred felt a little guilty for bumping into her. He really hoped that the machine helped with the obesity problem. It pained him to see his citizens struggling with such a simple problem. Once he had gathered the papers together, he helped the lady up and handed them back to her before bidding her farewell.

He had to run to catch up with Dr. Hamilton, who didn't even notice that he was gone, and they walked into the room reserved for new inventions. The only invention in there at the moment was a handheld laser gun.

"Is that it?" Alfred sounded disappointed. He had expected some big machine that buzzed and chimed with technology.

"Is that it? Is that IT? My fine lad, this is the top of the line technology! This is the future of AMERICA!" Dr. Hamilton yelled excitedly.

Alfred was still a bit skeptical. This tiny device was supposed to cure obesity? Did it even work? Did they even test it yet?

"Um, did you test this yet?" Alfred asked nervously.

"No, but we're about to." Dr. Hamilton now seemed a lot calmer than he had been a couple of second beforehand. Alfred suddenly felt nervous again. Something was wrong.

"Oh, I actually get to see it tested on someone?" Alfred started edging towards the door when Dr. Hamilton picked up the device. Something was wrong!

"I guess you could say that." Dr. Hamilton hummed almost seductively.

Suddenly, he fired at Alfred who managed to dodge the light blue laser. I knew something seemed off! So that was Obama's aim, he wants me to be his little lab rat! Alfred dodged another laser and grabbed a table to use as a shield. He had to get out of there! Dragging the table with him, he ran towards the door.

Just as he was about to open the door, he felt the laser hit his left hand. He froze as his hand started to tingle and started to inwardly panic. He was no idiot. He knew what different side-effects that could happen, especially with a new invention.

"How do you feel?" Dr. Hamilton set the gun down and grabbed a nearby clipboard and pen. By now the tingling sensation had spread up his arm.

"Tingly, and it's spreading. What does it mean? Am I going to die? Why would you test it on ME out of everyone else you could test it on?" Alfred was very afraid. He had no idea what to expect.

"I'm not sure what it means. No, you're not going to die, and Obama order me to test it on you." He answered Alfred coolly while writing something down before handing it to him.

"This is my cell phone number. Let me know immediately if something happens." Alfred took the paper. The tingling had spread all over his body by now and he was too shocked to argue.

He waved goodbye to Dr. Hamilton and decided to go home. At least he wasn't going to die. That was his biggest concern. By the time he got to his car, the tingling had stopped. Once it did, though, his shock melted away and all that was left was anger. Anger at Obama for making him a guinea pig. Anger at himself for not realizing that it was a trap. Anger that he didn't know what was going to happen to him next. By the time he got home, he was downright furious.

He stormed inside the living room and sulked on the couch. He was so angry at his boss right now that he wasn't going to do paperwork just to frustrate him. Alfred felt a lump in his throat as his anger grew. Wait, why do I suddenly feel like crying? I'm mad aren't I? Yeah, of course I am! So why do I feel tears leaking out all of a sudden? Before he could stop himself, he started to bawl like a little kid who didn't get his way. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop crying. The tears just kept coming. He hated this, but at the same time, he was feeling better. Why was crying making him feel better? What the hell did that laser do to him? After a thirty minute crying session, Alfred felt much better.

Not knowing what else to do, he decided to watch a movie. He settled on a chick-flick since there was nothing better to watch. It was about a snobby, rich woman and a poor carpenter. The carpenter builds the woman a closet, which she did not like and sent him away. She then fell overboard and lost her memory. The carpenter decided to get back at her for the closet thing and made her think she was his wife. She then had to learn how to take care of four rambunctious boys and how to do all the chores around the house. She then gets her memory back and decides to stay with the carpenter she fell in love with. Normally, he wouldn't blink at such a movie, but he was crying again by the end of it.

Ok, first I cry when I got really upset and now I'm crying again at a dumb movie. Maybe I'm just tired. I'll go to bed and when I wake up, I'll be good as new. That stupid laser didn't do anything to me!

Alfred kept telling himself that he was just tired and that this wasn't a side-effect of the laser. He started to brush his teeth before he froze. He never brushed his teeth at night. He would brush them in the mornings, but not at night. He must have been more tired than he thought.

He went to his bed room and started digging through his pajamas. He couldn't decide if he wanted to wear the blue ones or the black ones. He stopped himself once again. Crying, chick-flicks, brushing his teeth at night, and now he couldn't decide what to wear. If he didn't know any better, he'd assume that he was turning into a woman. But that was just nonsense. He was 100% man! He thumped his chest to prove it, and instantly regretted it. His chest was really sensitive for some reason. I'm just tired ok! This will all go away in the morning.

He changed into his blue pajamas and crawled into bed. Yeah, he'd definitely feel like his normal self in the morning. All he needed was a good night sleep.