A/N: I would love for Obama to read the fictions he is in. XD
I hope you enjoy this little ditty. :3

In the Oval Office there is a hidden room to the left of the entrance. Hidden in the wall, the door is only known by two people. It is an escape, one could say. A place to escape the stressful yammering of politics and relax.

And currently, Alfred F. Jones, one personified human of the United States of America, was enjoying that very room.

"This room is the best, Mr. President," Alfred commented. "I knew this place would be handy. Reagan said it was a waste of space though…"

Barack Obama, current President of the United States of America, was sitting in a plush chair next to Alfred as the nation himself played Halo on X-Box Live ("It's to interact with my kids!" he had argued).

The off-handed comment of "Damn Grunts" was heard every now and again as Obama leant back in his chair and closed his eyes to get in some much needed sleep.

That is until there was a knock at the door.

Both men looked to where the door was, shocked.

"I thought you said you never told anyone about this?" Obama asked.

"Open this door, Alfred!"

"Well, I had to tell Mattie."

Alfred unlocked the door and opened it to see his twin, Matthew (or more commonly known as Canada), glaring at him with a frown.

"Hey, buddy~" Alfred cried, swinging an arm around his shoulder.

"Don't buddy me, Alfred." Matthew shrugged the arm off. "I swear to God. You are supposed to be hosting a G8 meeting today. The meeting was supposed to start twenty minutes ago. And unless you want to hear me complain to you every little flaw you have, I would suggest getting to the meeting room now. Or so help me I will get you so good."

Alfred sighed dramatically. "But I'm in the middle of a game!" He waved the controller around for emphasis. "My children need me!"

"Don't give me that crap! You can handle a stupid little meeting for one day." Matthew grabbed Alfred's free arm and dragged him out of the little room. "I'm sorry Mr. President, but Alfred has to leave now."

Obama nodded, having learned not to get in Matthew's way when he was angry. "Behave, Alfred."

"When don't I?"

Even Obama had to face palm at that.