"Hello, Mr. Jones. It's a pleasure." He said as he leaned over his desk and shook the blondes hand; his grip was cold and formal.

The other man, unusually young, followed suit; he had a serious face as he too leaned over the desk of the President of the United State's desk and shook the limb of the most powerful man in country.

To be more exact, the second most powerful man. Both were in the same room.

Alfred F. Jones slipped his lips into a grin. "Ha ha! " He laughed. "I can't do that for very long! No need to be so formal, man! You're only gonna be here for here for eight years tops, dude! Try your best; work hard! Hey dude, this is touch times we're living in. Good luck, man! " His grip on the other mans hand seemed to warm to that of two friends as he pulled his new boss into a side hug and patted him on the back. "May you have a good presidency, bro! "

The President of the United States gave a shaky grin and patted Alfred F. Jones on the back as well. Releasing the teenager, he fell into his leather chair and cleared his throat. "Shall we get to business?"

"Oh sure, man! I can't wait! So what will be starting out with first? I was thinking of improving the military! The hero always SUPER STRENGTH! " America punched the air repeatedly as if to beat up an invisible enemy. "Or maybe work on our-"

"I was thinking about improving our Justice System."

"I can't be a hero there! " The U.S of A frowned.

"Why yes you can! " His boss said, 'what does he mean 'I?' He's talking like he IS the country, not just an advisor! " He thought. "The Justice System at it's best would save innocent lives and put the real criminals in jail! "

'God, I feel like I'm talking to my 5-year-old son! ' He mentally screamed when he saw the 19-year-old grin widely and his very eyes brighten. He then ran around the room; he leapt as he sprinted around the room, one arm was spread out above his head- mimicking Superman.

The President let out a nervous laugh, "Yes, you can certainly be a hero. Now let's get working."

'This will be a long 4 years,' he sighed inwardly. Alfred had sat down across from him, kicking his legs back and forth impatiently

It was at that time, two men burst in, profusely arguing with each other. One was tall and French looking, his long hair was tied up in a ribbon; the second man was shorter will two caterpillars on his head above his eyes. "How did you get past security? ?" the President asked rather loudly. Without breaking argument, both men flipped open their wallets and whipped out their international badges. The President's eyes bulged. They had higher status than anyone, more than him, the Supreme Court and congress combined! Alfred opened up his wallet as well, showing him that Jones too had higher status.

"Frog! Alfred has a new boss, not a new boyfriend! For the last time, all the states have been in a frenzy about gay rights for decades now! He has no idea about sexuality! We're here to check up on him and congratulate the President! " The shorter man seemed very angry; his British accent cut through the air sharply.

"Mon ami... No... mon chéri. Quiet please, you're going to pop a blood vessel with your old age." Yes the taller of the two was defiantly French. "I think you wanted to see Alfred for something else, perhaps ask him to stop "ruining" your TV shows or give you NETFLIX?" This enraged the Brit even more.

"¡Madre! ¡Padre! ¿Cómo están usted? " Alfred spoke fluently. All the other three men stopped arguing and spectating and stared.