It was a day like any other. Alfred F. Jones, representative of The United States Of America, had just come back home from a meeting with his boss (the president of the United States Of America) and collapsed on the couch after leaving his Bomber Jacket crumpled by the door.
He placed his hands over his face and took a deep breath. Why was everything so damn complicated? His whole day consisted of meetings and thinking about the one person in his life that really mattered to him (besides his country of course). Arthur Kirkland, formally known as The United Kingdom Of Northern Ireland And Great Britain, had been on the for-front of his mind since the day he left (revolutionary war).
No, since before he left.
He was 2/3 of the reason he left. 1/3 was because of the taxes, and the fact that Iggy was a total bastard to him when he warned him that his people were going to revolt. The other 2/3 was because he was IN LOVE with the asshole, though, he wouldn't admit it…. Yet.
Why did he leave if he loved him you ask? Well, other than the fact that it would've been awkward because everyone thought they were brothers, (except for France…) Iggy ALWAYS treated him like a kid. He never listened, and on top of that he would always leave Alfred alone for long periods of time. Another problem was when Alfred wanted to protect him, Iggy laughed and told him he wasn't strong enough. Thus, the idea that he needed to be stronger. Why did he love Arthur so much you ask? Well, he really never figured that one out, that's what made the whole situation confusing.
"I have to tell him….." This is how it went every day. Alfred always chickened out. Today was no exception.
Alfred sighed, putting the phone back in the socket and deciding he needs to have a cheese burger to cool down, he grabbed his keys and jacket, heading out the door.