Alfred F. Jones slung on the badge that proclaimed his job loudly: secretary for the President of the United States, one of many. He walked through the halls of the White House, trying to reach his boss's office. He'd miss the people and he'd miss the benefits of this job but would he regret quitting? Never. He had reached the door he wanted and knocked.
"Come in," the familiar voice called. He entered. The man at the desk looked up at him and smiled. "Hello, Alfred!"
"Hey, boss. I have some good news for you." He took off his badge and set on the desk. "I'm quitting."
"Why?"
"Remember that missing delegate?"
"Yes."
"I found him and when he goes back, I'm going with him."
"I see. I need to make a phone call. Stay here, I need you around for this and we'll discuss this when I'm done."
Alfred sat down as a phone was picked up and a number was dialed.
"Hello, Dmitry."
Alfred had to hold back laughter.
"You're in a meeting with the French. Yes, of course. I'm sorry."
Alfred pretended to be interested in the ceiling to try to hold back more laughter.
"Yes, that is why I'm calling. One of my secretaries found him. Hold on, I'll ask." A paper was scribbled on and passed to him.
Dead or alive
Alive
"He's alive."
Is he well?
Yes, he's a little homesick but that's it.
"He's homesick but other than that he is well. I don't know, that's a reason why I called. The guy who found him is saying he wants to go with him. Yes, I think that's why. You can't stop… that sounds very French. No wonder it does. Alright, I'll tell him. Thank you. Goodbye, Dmitry." The president hung up. "He says it's fine with him. Now, why were you laughing at the beginning of my conversation?"
"Peter Sellers," Alfred said, as if no other explanation was needed.
"Oh, you. Fine, go move to Russia." The man rubbed his head as Alfred skipped out.
Last thing I need to start another story but here one is. We'll do some time traveling soon to get to the real plot of the story.
If anybody knows why Alfred said Peter Sellers, I'll give them a chocolate cake (or some food of their choice if they can't have the cake). I would also love them forever.
I'm sorry if this offends anybody.
Also, yes, this takes place this year. That's why I couldn't resist the Peter Sellers. All the nations are humans working for their government in some way in this AU. The very French line that was almost quoted was said by Francis, of course.