I rewrote this chapter, and the other ones with the (NEW) in the chapter name

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Ahh.. Alfred just loved Mondays.

No annoying teens clotting up the streets of his capital (not that he minded it, though he could live with out some of what they did.. He always wanted to do it first!)

Leisurely riding his bike to Wally Mart, Alfred chomped on gum.

"Son, aren't you supposed to be in school?" A police officer asked as he approached a teenager, who was currently looking at an action-packed video game in Walmart.

The boy looked up, and blinked at the officer. "Huh? School? I don't go to school."

"How old are you?" The officer's tone suddenly turned serious.

"I'm nineteen." He said, and then smiled up at the officer. "Just graduated school last year; taking this semester off."

"I am going to need to see an ID then to make sure."

America dug into his pocket, and pulled out a thick black wallet. He opened it, and a bunch of Chuck E. Cheese tickets fell out. The country grinned and picked them up, then produced an ID from his wallet, and handed it to the officer. He looked at, and then sighed. "It says you're twenty-three."

"Huh? Shoot, I thought I got rid of that one…." The boy ran a hand through his messy hair, flattening it (except for a stray cowlick that always seemed to stick up.)

"I'm gonna need you to come with me," The officer looked at the ID again, "Alfred."

"Do I get my one phone call?" Alfred asked the police officer when they reached the station.

"Yes, but we need to go in first."

"Okay Officer….?"

"Lawrence."

They stepped into the station, Officer Lawrence lead them into his office.

"Give me your phone."

"Awe! Do I have to give it? I have people to text!"

"Yes. Now take your seat, and be quiet, so I can fill this paper out."

"Why am I here?" Alfred asked Officer Lawrence after three minutes of complete silence.

"Because, you are. Now stop asking questions."

Alfred pouted. "You're mean! Yanno, I have this friend, his name is Artie, and he's such an old grumpy person. But I lo-"

"Enough." Lawrence sighed, and as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, he said, "Here, you can use the phone over there to call your parents, or a legal guardian. Be sure to press nine before you dial the number, though." He pointed to the office phone on his desk.

"Okay!" Alfred scooted over to the phone, and picked it up. He dialed nine, then his number, and waited.

"Hello?" Someone answered.

Alfred smiled as he exclaimed, "Hey Randy! How's the wife and kids?"

"May's doin' good, and the twins are starting to talk."

"Awesome! Tell May I said hey, will ya?"

"Sure, now what did you want? And what number are you calling from?"

"Heh… Um, I'm callin' from the police station…"

"WHAT!?" Randy yelled.

"Look, I can explain-"

"No, I bet you can't. You know I'll have to tell the President."

"Awe! Do you really have to?" Alfred whined. Today wasn't his lucky day. At all.

"Yes."

"But ya don't even know what I'm in for! For all you know, I could be getting the key to the city for being the hero I am or something heroic like that!"

"Whatever Al… Mind telling me what you're in for?"

Alfred paused "I'm apparently too young to be out during school hours..."

"Why didn't you just show them your government ID?"

"I left it in my room."

"Lost is more like it. You can't even see the floor in your room!"

"Yeah you can! You just have to look real hard! Anyway, can you come over here? I want my phone back." England was gunna be arriving today! They were actually gunna do something fun today!

"Yeah, I'll go myself, since I have to pick Mindi and up from school today."

"M'kay! Thanks Randy."

"All finished!" Alfred called as he went back to his chair. He scooted the chair back, and placed his feet up on the table.

"Get your feet down." Lawrence said, as he organized his paper stack, and stood.

"Where ya goin'?" Alfred asked, as Officer Lawrence started towards the door.

"I'm going to get me a coffee."

"Can you get me one? I didn't get to go to Starbucks today."

The officer left the room.

Five minutes later, and Lawrence hadn't come back. Standing up, Alfred went up to the door, and put his hand on the knob. It didn't budge. He went up to the big window that overlooked the inside of the station, and tapped on it. No one heard. Alfred sighed, and moved back into his chair.

The door opened, and in came Lawrence and Randy. Randy had on his black suit, and dark sunglasses, or as Alfred had joked, his Men in Black uniform. Randy wasn't his usual happy self, though. His face was… Disapproving. Angry.

Alfred grinned at Lawrence and Randy, ignoring the angry atmosphere, and said, "Did ya get my coffee?"

He received an icy glare, but that wasn't enough to dampen his mood (after all, compared to England's glares, Lawrence's glares were nothing.) Randy asked Lawrence something; Lawrence left his office, leaving Randy and Alfred in the room.

"Al, you're in big trouble."

"With who?"

"The President. Who else?" Randy said, and Alfred's grin broke, and his eyes widened dramatically.

"I cannot believe you did that!" The President exclaimed, as Alfred walked into the Oval Office.

"It wasn't really that bad…" Alfred said, as the President started a rant, which was unusual of him, for he was very easy-going and pleasant, and being the youngest president at age thirty-one, he was very easy to relate with.

"… And I cannot believe you had a fake ID that said you were twenty-three! Seriously Alfred! Why would you make that? How did you make that? Wait, never mind, I really don't want to know." The rant ended with a huff, and Mr. President sat down.

"Well, me and Artie-"Alfred tried to explain, but was cut-off by a certain English gentleman who decided to enter the room. And wow, he was surely ticked off about something.. Oh. Yeah, Alfred was supposed to pick him up from tha airport. Oops.

"Arthur and I! Seriously Alfred! You really need to properly learn how to speak English!"

"Sorry Arthur..." Alfred pouted, not wanting for Arthur to be mad at him.

Arthur was taken aback by what Alfred said. "You okay, love?"

"Yeah… Anyways, why're you here?"

"Oh, Randy brought me here from my hotel, telling me you did somehing. I figured you were in trouble, like always."

"HEY! I do not always get in trouble!"

"Sure, just like you don't eat McDonald's every day."

"Hey! Mickey D's is like, the awesomest place ever!"

"Whatever, git."

The President chose then to speak, instead of letting them fight til he middle of next week. "That's enough, boys."

"I'm not a boy!" They both said.

"Yeah, I agree! You're an old man!" Alfred started laughing, "Good one, Jimmy!"

"It's Mr. McCormick or Mr. President to you! Now America, I need to speak with you, alone to discuss your punishment."

Both England and America's eyes widened. "Punishment? For what?" England asked.

"I'll have Randy tell you, now, if you can leave?"

"Yes Sir." Jus like the gentleman England was, he stood and left the room, leaving America in the President's office.

"England, we need to talk." America said, unusually serious, as he found England talking to Mindi, the President's daughter, and the First Lady.

"Okay."

"Do you have to go?" Mindi said, pouting in a way that only a thirteen-year old could. She, quite noticeably, was obsessed with the british country.

"Sorry. But I'll be back later, okay?"

"Okay…"

"Bye Sweetie!" The First Lady waved to them, "And bye Al!"

"Where do you want to go?" America asked, as they left the White House, and seated themselves into Alfred's Bumblebee Camaro.

"I don't know.. Anywhere but McDonald's." England said.

"Okay! Mickey D's it is!"

When they sat down to eat, Alfred frowned into his burger. "What's troubling you?" England asked.

"Well, you know how James gave me a punishment?"

"Yeah…"

"Well… Yeah. I hvetogtsool.."

"What? I can't hear you."

"I have to go to an actual high school. Don't make me gooo!" Alfred pouted, and Arthur's eyes widened as Alfred looked down at his half-eaten McDouble.

"Let's go, I'm not hungry anymore."

"Okay."

A/N

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