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Alfred's day had certainly taken a turn for the worst, having woken up with ropes binding him to a chair. A blindfold over his eyes prevented him from seeing any of his surroundings, and a gag was shoved into his mouth to prevent him from shouting. But while he couldn't see or speak, he could still hear his surroundings and that was what he decided to focus on; at least until he had a better grasp on his current situation.
It was pretty quiet wherever he was being kept, but also large and empty if the echoes from the footsteps he occasionally heard were anything to go by. So… this person's isolated me. Guess he has some brains on him if he's managed to kidnap me of all people! Alfred huffed silently to himself, trying to wriggle out of the ropes binding him, but to no avail. Clearly this person knew what they were dealing with.
The American nation was pulled out of his thoughts by the hand that suddenly yanked the blindfold off of him and couldn't help the slight jump he gave when his eyes were assaulted by bright light. Squeezing his eyes shut, he realized that the stranger was removing the gag from his mouth and his eyes shot open in surprise, slowly adjusting to the light filtering through the singular window. As his vision focused as best it could without his glasses, Alfred quickly scanned the figure in front of him.
There wasn't much he could see since the person was covered head to toes in clothing, preventing any defining features from being seen, but if he had to wager a guess, he'd say it was a man. But that was all he could really say about the stranger.
"You are awake. Good. Now I can begin." The man muttered quietly, almost inaudible if not for the silence in the building.
Begin? Begin what exactly? Alfred thought before realizing he should probably ask that instead of thinking it, "Begin what exactly?"
"The beginning of a new world order." The man replied, moving from in front of Alfred over to a bunch of bags lying on the floor.
Alfred watched with wary eyes as the man crouched and began to fiddle around with the bags, pulling out cords and a simplistic video camera. "What are those for?"
"You'll see soon enough."
"Thanks for being helpful."
The man didn't give a response to his captive's sarcasm and ignored him in favour of setting up his equipment, plugging the camera into the wall and setting it up in front of the American. Alfred's expression morphed from wariness to confusion as he tried to understand the situation.
He figured he was going to be recorded, but what for? A ransom? To prove something? A film project? Okay, he doubted the last one, but anything was possible when he wasn't being told what was going on.
Alfred let out a sudden yelp as his hair was grabbed and he was yanked forward in the chair as far as he could go with his bindings. The stranger was beside him and he caught a glimpse of something shiny being held in the hand that wasn't embedded into his hair. A needle. Filled with some sort of liquid. Fear began to fill him and he tried his best to wriggle away from the needle that was approaching his neck. He tried twisting his head around, but the man had such a grip that he couldn't twist around.
The needle pricked his neck and he felt the liquid inside be released into his body, the effect rather quick. Alfred's body began to feel heavy and the man let go of his head, letting it fall to the side and rest uncomfortable against his shoulder. His eyes slid to a half open state and slowly followed the man as he shuffled to the camera and flicked it on, also retrieving a gun that Alfred hadn't noticed.
"You are the anthropomorphic personification of the United States of America correct? Alfred F. Jones if I remember correctly." the man had made it sound like a question, but it was clear it was a statement.
"Yes…" Alfred slurred, his mind working double time to bring the words from his brain to his mouth, "and so what… if I am? Whatsit matter to you?"
The man ignored what was asked of him and stepped closer, "Alfred F. Jones, I hereby relieve you of your position as an anthropomorphic personification."
"Wait, what? What do you mean by 'relieving' me? You can't exactly get rid of me ya know! I'm the USA! I'm the land! I can't stop be-" Alfred froze as the man closed the gap between them and grinned.
"Do you really think the world still needs its powerless personifications?" the man smirked, shoving the gun underneath Alfred's chin, forcing the American to look at him, "because I certainly don't think so."
Alfred's eyes were wide as they moved down to glance at the gun that he knew was loaded. He could feel the cold metal pressed harshly against his neck and while he normally wouldn't fear a human pointing a gun at him, the man seemed quite confident in himself and that was what scared Alfred in this situation.
"You can't kill me! We live and die with our land!" Alfred spat, trying to hide his fear beneath a layer of anger, "shoot me and I'll just come right back!"
"Are you sure about that?" the man's smirk grew uncomfortably wider and Alfred gulped before nodding, suddenly finding it hard to breathe with the man's confidence.
The gun left his throat and Alfred took in a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves a little, feeling his body starting to tremble with adrenaline. Looking up, Alfred's breath escaped him again and he froze completely as he stared down the barrel of the gun.
"Let it be known that at 7:23pm… Alfred F. Jones was killed."
Alfred had no time to say anything before the gun went off and everything went black.
This is my first multi-chapter fic in a long time. I hope you enjoy reading it because I enjoy writing it. Now I am at uni and have written ahead, but don't expect regular updates. I do my best to work on the story every day, but things happen sometimes.