Depersonification
Chapter 2: Fear and Anger are Proportional
Note about Donald Trump:
I want to make it clear right now that he is not going to be the bad guy of the story. In a sense he's kind of a victim. He's a guy who makes some wrong decisions and was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Simple as that. He's not even the focus of the story tbh, this story is about America, England, and Osthall's development. I could have easily used a different name, but that would ruin the moral of the story. This story is a wake up call to my fellow Americans to get it together xD you'll see why as the story progresses ;)
Dear Guest,
Trump is NOT the devil HAHAHA xD The only time I mentioned the devil was when I said Osthall sold his soul to the devil! No way that made me laugh way too hard! Like I said, Trump is going to be a victim here. This story is going to be a little heavy, it's going to take a lot of effort to bare with me throughout this story. The ending will be worth it for everyone, yes, including Trump. BARE WITH ME PLEASE IT WAS ONLY THE FIRST CHAPTER!
Warning: If you guys don't like Net Neutrality the last part of the chapter may not be for you, jk it's not that bad but there is backlash towards the FCC, I think it's funny.
America was laughing.
"See! I knew the burger bastard wouldn't understand!" Romano exclaimed. "But man if he would've dealt with the black plague and the fear it ignited he sure as hell wouldn't be laughing!"
"No! It's not hahahaha like that!" America said as he wiped a tear off from his eye. "That was a laugh of relief, I was really worried there for a sec thinking Iggy was mad a me for something I said."
"America this is serious! Depersonification is NO joke!" Germany exclaimed.
"He's right," China added. "What we said is something you need to be aware and concerned about."
"How do you guys even know all that baloney is true anyway?" America asked. "I haven't heard of a SINGLE country who's been through that. I've heard of countries that lose their land - like Prussia - but countries that lose the connection to their people? Isn't that what defines us as nations?"
"Exactly Amérique, that's why we are concerned. Because this isn't the first time this has happened..."
America's smile faded, what? He was sure he had a decent knowledge of all the countries that had ever existed... He knew of the once well known Roman Empire, who disappeared without a trace of where he could be. But the Roman Empire had appeared on occasion, so he was out there.
"I don't understand..." America said as he looked over at Canada, who looked equally confused but completely entranced by the conversation. "And wait, you said black plague, what does the black plague have to do with depersonification?"
France scowled, "Well if you would have let me continue talking instead of 'charming' us with your boisterous laughter then maybe you wouldn't be having those questions!"
America silenced himself and France sighed, "You see, there has been a country out there who's been through depersonification. The reason no one but us nations know about him is because we wiped him out of history. His entire population was killed, so no one born on his nation exists anymore, they've gone extinct. He killed his own people for fun, and his population grew smaller and smaller, all because of Depersonification."
"Wait but hold on," America said. "You said depersonification occurs when a country's regime hurts its people so much that the personification grows numb to the pain and then detaches from its people, did this nation have that kind of regime?"
"Yes Amérique, this nation had a tyrannical leader obsessed with wealth and power. Who did everything in his power to devalue its intellectuals and take away human rights. There was even a period where their King ordered all literature that was not written by their regime to be burnt into flames. Censorship."
America gulped, this sounded all too familiar...
"But doesn't North Korea do that?" Canada asked as America turned towards him.
Yeah! North Korea does that and he was still okay!
France shook his head, "Ah but North Korea is okay with it. Depersonification only happens when the nation disagrees with its regime to the point of utter hatred. This nation hated his King so much that he took it upon himself to killing him."
America widened his eyes, "HE KILLED HIS OWN BOSS!? THAT'S UNHEARD OF!"
France slowly nodded, "He grew mad. Depersonification emptied his heart. He had nothing to fight for anymore, he became his own boss, his own regime. He wanted to take over the world. He started the black plague Amérique... The Roman Empire was so fed up with him that he invaded his country. His people were killed, but he didn't die. Countries are supposed to die when their entire population is killed and there is no one to represent. So we eliminated him from history, we figured that if nobody remembered him, he would disappear for good. And he did."
"But you guys remember him, that doesn't make sense!" America exclaimed.
"We're nations America," China added. "We don't write the history books, we don't keep this world going, our people do. We shouldn't exist either. But people remember us, they know a Spain or an Italy or an America exist. As long as our people know of our existence, we will live, but if this entire planet and their ancestors forgets about one of us, we're done."
"That's why my awesomeness hasn't vanished," Prussia added. "People know I exist, my name is written all over the history books. Not to mention there are still individuals out there of Prussian descent who are walking around the planet."
America blinked, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, "And what does this have to do with England?"
France grabbed at his golden locks, "Because America... this nation happened to be Angleterre's FIRST colony."
America stood up abruptly, "But I thought I was..."
"No Mr. America, you were Britain's SECOND colony. Everyone just pretends that you were the first," Japan noted, receiving a nod in agreement from all the other nations.
America couldn't believe his ears, he had a predecessor? He couldn't help but be curious as to how close he and England were...
Was this nation England's favorite colony? Did he love him more than he once loved America?
"What was his name?" America asked.
"Charles Kirkland," France responded. "That was what Angleterre named him."
"Did he have to fight England to gain his independence too?" America asked. "I mean I would assume since he turned all evil and everything."
France shook his head, "No Amérique, Angleterre made the unfortunate mistake of giving young Charles his independence a little too early AND teaching him dark magic. Charles turned evil AFTER he was given his independence. He was such a nice kid before then."
"Dark magic? Psh, not even England can do dark magic!"
"This was a rare case Amérique, that boy's country became the home of witchcraft. Angleterre loved him so much, he thought he was ready, so he was given independence."
America fumed. Okay, he was jealous before, but now he was OVERLY jealous.
Iggy GAVE him his independence!? VOLUNTARILY!?
THE FOUNDING FATHERS WOULD HAVE SAVED THEMSELVES TONS OF TIME AND ENERGY IF IGGY WOULD HAVE BEEN EQUALLY AS LENIENT WITH HIM!
What did this 'Charles' guy have that Alfred didn't?
"I know what you are thinking, but I want you to know that Charles was the reason why Angleterre didn't want to give you your independence. He was worried you'd end up like him. That's why he left the room running, you were showing symptoms of depersonification and he must've felt a wave of unwelcome deja vu."
America shook his head as he held his hands up, "Look, I may disagree with a lot of the things Trump does but I don't hate the guy! Truly! Hero's promise!"
"That's because it's only been a year America," Germany stated. "It took Charles years to finally snap."
"HA! Jokes on you cause the next election is in 2020, and even if he does win he'll only be in office until 2024! After that he's outta there!"
"Eight years is a long time for Trump's decisions to emotionally pick at your sanity America," Germany warned. "Imagine all the things he could do to your people in that amount of time, he's already devaluing the media by calling them 'fake news.' That's similar to what King Gratton did to Charles when he ordered all intellectual literature to be set into flames."
"By the time Trump is out of office, you run the risk of being completely depersonified," France nodded.
America gulped, now he was worried.
"We're only warning you America!" China said as he shook his hands, noticing that America was growing nervous. "Don't let fear or anger overcome you America, you mustn't do either of those things or you will awaken him!"
"What?"
"Before dying, Charles placed a curse upon all of us, stating that he'll come back and swap spots with a country who demonstrates symptoms of depersonification. Fear and anger while undergoing depersonification is the key to unleashing him, be careful America!"
"SO YOU'RE SAYING THAT LUNATIC CAN COME AND TAKE MY COUNTRY IF I'M NOT CAREFUL!?" America yelled with widened eyes.
"DO NOT FEAR AMERICA! It will be okay!" Germany exclaimed.
"I told you it wasn't a good idea to tell him I CALLED IT!" Romano exclaimed.
"We all need to remain calm," Japan added.
Germany took a deep breathe, "Yes I think it is best that we all remain calm. Maybe America is right and Trump will be thrown out of office in 2020. I think we're all overthinking this."
"Yeah, and people are thinking of impeaching him, right America?" Canada asked.
"Yeah! Some Congress members want him impeached, and although the likeliness of that happening is slim. It's still a possibility."
"Good. So we're all okay, there is no way the personification of Osthall is coming back," Germany said.
As if on cue, there was a gust of wind in the room and the windows flew open, causing the lights to start flickering. But it all only lasted for five seconds.
"AH, HE'S COMING!" Italy exclaimed. "WE WERE STUPID TO THINK THAT HE WOULDN'T COME BACK, HE'S COMING AND HE'S COMING QUICK! GERMANY HELP ME!"
"Eh... sorry to interrupt," a German janitor said as he stepped into the room. "A storm is forming outside and the lights are malfunctioning, we'll have them fixed in a bit. Sorry about that!"
The nations all breathed a sigh of relief.
"I think we should all head home and get some rest," Austria stated.
America couldn't sleep.
He and Canada decide to check in at a hotel to avoid the storm, and it was not going well.
"Ugh, I'm going to get a glass of water."
It didn't make sense, why HIS country? Why HIM!?
America washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror.
The room was lit by the moonlight, peaceful.
He felt the room get darker and figured that clouds were covering the moon.
America put on his glasses and looked at himself in the mirror, only to come face to face with a dark figure standing beside him.
The figure had thick, straight black hair that was done up. His skin was pale and he had piercing grey eyes.
He wore a black long sleeved shirt and black pants that he topped off with a long leather trench coat, and black boots.
America jumped and turned abruptly, finding nobody there.
Had he imagined that?
The phone rang, causing America to jump yet again.
"Oh hell nah! I've seen WAY too many movies to fall for THAT old gag. YO JASON! I KNOW YOU'RE THE ONE CALLING ME! YOU BETTER STOP!"
The phone continued ringing as America finally gave in and checked the receiver.
"Oh," America stated as he answered the phone. "What do you want California!? I was sleeping!"
"Yeah, right. I'm pretty sure you thought I was Jason before answering this, my movies tend to have that effect on people."
America pouted and crossed his arms, "DID NOT! And why aren't you in bed!? It's two in the morning!"
"Um no it's 5 pm over here, I'm getting ready to watch the UCLA vs USC game."
Oh yeah, damn time zones.
"Is that why you called me? To tell me about the game?"
"I think UCLA may actually take the win this year! It's been years since they've had the Victory Bell and I think they're finally going to take it! And although I would love to rant about them and their rivalry, that's not why I called."
America rolled his eyes, "Please don't tell me you called to snitch on one of your brothers and sisters because I'm not in the mood."
"ALABAMA IS BEING A TOTAL BUTTHEAD THOUGH! You know what he said? He called me just to say I was a damn libtard for supporting Gender X! What even is a libtard? It's not even in the dictionary! Sheesh and I thought New York was annoying; at least New York is pretty woke when it comes to politics."
America rubbed his temples, he was NOT in the mood to be dealing with this, "How many times do I have to tell the fifty of you to NEVER speak of the unspeakable around each other, and by unspeakable I mean politics."
"Hey! Alabama started it! And Georgia was backing him up!"
America sighed and placed his phone on speaker while checking his messages.
"Are you sure? Because I just got a text from Alabama saying that you and Oregon were calling him a racist and a... conehead curtain?"
"Yeah and?"
"What the hell is a conehead curtain?"
"Um that's what the KKK wears, coneheads made out of white curtains."
America resisted the urge to laugh, okay, that was pretty good. No. He shouldn't be laughing, this was no laughing matter.
"California! Stop affiliating your southern siblings with the KKK!"
"I will once my southern siblings stop calling their West and East Coast siblings freaken libtards!"
"I'll talk to Alabama," America started. "But if I hear you affiliating them with the KKK again you AND Oregon are going to be in big trouble."
"Dang it see that's what I get for trying to call yo... OMG the game is starting! Gotta blast!"
America heard a beep and released a breathe he was holding. Why couldn't liberals and conservatives just get along? Oh yeah... they couldn't agree on ANYTHING!
Ever since the elections there had been a lot of hostility in America's house within not only the states but his people too.
It's exhausting to deal with, especially since America represented both political parties.
There were things he agreed with liberals in, but also things he disagreed with them in. Same for conservatives.
Like the idiot they put in office.
"Alfred?"
America turned and noticed someone knocking on his hotel door.
"Who could it... oh, hey Matt!" America exclaimed as Canada rubbed his eyes and held onto Kumajiro.
"What are you doing up? I can hear you from my hotel room."
"Oh, sorry I was talking to Cali. States were fighting again."
"Right... well I just came to see how you were doing. Oh! And this was taped onto your door, I don't have my glasses so I can't read it."
America grabbed the paper and widened his eyes, it was a riddle written in perfect cursive on a scroll? Who even uses scroll paper anymore?
Your nation is divided
Seems you're being misguided
Don't be blindsided
Your leader will be delighted
To see your country harmed and blinded
America dropped the paper with a screech, causing Canada to widen his eyes in alarm.
"What's wrong!?"
"OSTHALL IS AFTER ME!"
"WHAT!? HOW DO YOU KNOW!"
America read the letter to Canada causing Canada to shake his head, "T-That means nothing! It must have been a sick prank!"
"WE'RE IN A FOREIGN HOTEL MATT! NOBODY KNOWS I'M A NATION EXCEPT FOR YOU!"
Canada was at loss for words, he didn't know what to say, what could he say?
"America, we NEED to talk to England. He's the only one who can confirm this."
"Man... Iggy's place looks trashed," America said as he and Canada walked into the Englishman's house.
"How'd you manage to unlock the door?"
"Oh, France taught me a trick to get in, the old limey should really get a new door."
"Figures..."
"England!" America yelled. "YO ENGLAND!"
Nothing.
"He's probably talking to his fairies again," America muttered as he opened the door to England's room.
There were bottles of rum lying everywhere and England was sleeping on the floor with an empty bottle in his hand.
Canada flinched at the sight and America shook his head in disappointment, "If I were you, I'd start making some bomb ass hangover pancakes right about now, he's not going to be very happy when he wakes up."
Canada sighed, "I'll make him some Quinoa and some fresh orange juice."
As Canada departed America tilted his head at his former caretaker, had his speech really affected him this much?
America sighed as he picked up the bottles and put them in a trash bag, once in a while taking a sad glance at England.
Did England care about this Osthall guy more than he cared about America?
Was America THAT bad of a child for England to not trust him with his independence?
America walked into the kitchen and put the bottles in the trash can. He then stashed away the rest of his alcohol, there's no doubt England is going to want to drink again, and he didn't want the old limey to get intoxicated or anything.
"It's going to be okay Alfred. Don't worry."
America turned towards his brother who was offering him a warm smile, darn that Canada, always knew how to read straight through Alfred.
"PSH! Me? Worry? Heroes don't get worried!"
Matthew frowned, causing Alfred's smile to fade, "I'll be okay Matt, this is all sort of sudden you know."
"What's sort of sudden? And why do I feel like I fell off a lift?" England questioned as he came into the room, groping onto his head in pain.
"Iggy! You're up!"
England winced, "Don't yell you git! Your voice irks me! What are you even doing here? How did you get in?"
"Here England, I made you some Quinoa and some orange juice," Canada said as he laid the products on the table.
America grabbed some pills from the cupboard and passed them over to England.
"Why thank you Canada that's awfully nice of you," England said as he opened the capsule. "I don't know what got into me last ni..." England stopped as memories from the night prior flooded into his mind again.
America... depersonification...
England swiftly turned towards America, "AMERICA! You're in danger!"
America held his hand up to stop him, "I know, the entire planet already made that pretty clear to me. Why didn't you ever tell me about him England? About Osthall."
England coughed out blood, blasted memories.
America quickly gave him a napkin, slightly frowning, he thought Iggy only did this with him...
England shook his head, "Blast all. That boy was my pride and joy, why did he have to go and become a monster?"
"You really cared about him didn't you?" America asked as he sheepishly put his hands on his pockets.
Canada raised an eyebrow at this behavior, it almost looked like America was a bit... jealous.
"More than my life..." England said as he stared straight at the wall. "He was my first colony, he was my son, I loved him with every inch of my being."
America shifted uncomfortably in his weight and swung his foot, hoping it would serve as a distraction.
"Was it hard to let him go?"
"Very. There were times where I even used this spell scroll I had given him when he was younger to bring him back, it never worked though. He was always more experienced in magic than I was."
America froze.
"Wait, did you say spell scroll?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
America widened his eyes, "Oh, no reason... where is it now if I may ask?"
"Oh I haven't seen that scroll for a long time. I must've lost it before the rev... rev... your inde... your hissy fit."
America was stunned, it couldn't be the same scroll could it? He remembered taking away a scroll with spells from England back when he was a colony because he was seeing things like unicorns and fairies and Young Alfred figured the spell scroll had something to do with it. America hadn't seen that thing in ages.
"That spell scroll is important though," England said as his face grew serious. "If it falls in the wrong hands bad things could happen."
"I have it."
England and Canada turned towards America with stunned gazes.
"YOU WERE SEEING THING IGGY! Y'know, back in the old days. So I figured that taking the spell scroll away from you and hiding it would make things better somehow. Guess I was wrong since sometimes I still hear you talk to your supposed fairies."
"THOSE FAIRIES ARE REAL!"
America rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right."
"Does that spell scroll hold JUST dark magic?" Canada asked. "Because seeing fairies doesn't sound dark to me."
"No it holds good and dark magic, the dark magic is more interesting though, CLEARLY Charles realized that as well. America, you HAVE to bring me that scroll. Maybe we can find some way to reverse the curse."
"Do you remember where it is?" Canada asked.
America nodded, he knew EXACTLY where to look.
"You again!?" Trump exclaimed as America opened the door to the Oval Office and indifferently looked around the room.
"I'm calling security," Donald threatened but to no avail. He really didn't understand why this strange man barged into HIS office without permission, acting like he owned the place. It's not like he did anything bad, in fact, it seemed like this strange man knew perfectly well what he was doing, but why? And why did the Secret Service never do anything about it? At first he had thought he was a tourist who was lost, and then he had thought he was a terrorist, but now he doesn't have a clue.
Donald wasn't stupid, far from it, he could tell this strange men held some sort of importance and that the Secret Service was simply hiding his identity from him. Which was completely unfair, he was the President, shouldn't he know everything?
America opened an old safe George Washington had gotten him ages ago, he always kept it in one of the closets in the Oval Office because he knew no tourists were allowed inside thus no one would steal it. That safe was sacred to him, it was old and broken down but still kept things locked safe and sound. It was made of a fine metal by one of the best carpenters in the 18th century.
Donald raised an eyebrow and eyed America in amusement, he had given up on calling the Secret Service anyway. Where in the world did he get the key to open up that closet? He had tried opening it when he first arrived but nobody knew where the key was.
America smiled as he held up the oldest American flag known to existence - the original - sewed by Betsy Ross herself. With the thirteen stars proudly embroided on the upper left. He had promised George and the founding fathers to never let anything happen to it.
He had also promised George to never slap a President, which was a promise he was VERY tempted to break.
"You're not an ordinary citizen are you?" Trump asked as he laid his eyes on the flag in his hands. "Are you a spy?"
America rolled his eyes, "Yes, I'm one of Hillary Clinton's confidants."
Trump narrowed his eyes, "Lies. Who are you!? NO LYING!"
"The hero of World War II," America smugly stated as he put the American flag back into the safe. It was true after all, he wasn't necessarily lying. He WAS the hero of World War II whether Iggy liked admitting it or not.
Donald Trump didn't seem to buy it though - despite the irony of it actually being true - as he glared at America.
America ignored his gaze as he looked deeper into the safe.
Federalist Papers, drafts of the Constitution, the Articles of Confederation... America snorted as he looked at the Articles with amusement. MAN those were such a failure, good thing they amended them.
"This document is weak Patrick," Alexander Hamilton bluntly stated his he threw the Articles onto the table.
Alfred, being new to this country business, said nothing as Patrick Henry shook his head.
"Well this Constitution you speak of isn't going to make things better I assure you. The Articles are fine."
"They are weak."
"No, Alexander, they aren't."
America shook his head at the memory as he placed the Articles back into the safe, he digged a little deeper until he came across exactly what he was looking for.
The Scroll.
America blew on it and widened his eyes, the scroll! He still had the scroll!
A shiver ran down his spine as he looked at the cover, a spell ritual of some sort. He had snatched this from England when he was merely a child, hoping it would stop England from seeing things, like those fairies he claims are his best friends. He remembered sometimes hearing England chanting some of these words in the basement of their colonial home, it would always frighten him, so he resorted to stealing the scroll when England was sleeping one night. Little did he know that this same scroll once was in the hands of the infamous Osthall.
It was also astonishing that England would use this scroll to try to bring him back, it wasn't surprising though, England sucked when it came to letting go. Heck, the man's nose still bled whenever the American Revolution was mentioned.
America ran his fingers on the dusty scroll, the ritual bleeding through the paper, he didn't dare read it though. He's seen way too many movies.
America turned and noticed Trump, who was now standing close to him, freeze in his spot with widened eyes.
"What?" America asked, not getting a response from Trump.
It was then that America realized that Trump wasn't looking at him, he was looking BEHIND him.
"Do you see that man? Or is it just me?" Trump asked shakily as he pointed behind America.
Osthall!
America swiftly turned, only to realize that there was nothing there.
"Um, I don't see anything."
Trump rubbed his temples, "I could have sworn..."
"Was he wearing a black trench coat?" Alfred asked nervously.
Trump shook his head, "No, he was wearing a cape, like the ones kings would wear. He wore a crown, but he had no eyes..."
Alfred's eyes widened, Did Trump just see King Gratton!?
"Mr. President."
Alfred and Donald turned and noticed Ajit Pai slightly opening the door with a welcoming but very creepy smile - in Alfred's opinion.
"May I come in?"
America groaned, this was the guy that wanted to get rid of Net Neutrality. To this day he STILL scolds Obama for ever appointing him to the FCC.
Donald, seeming to have forgotten all about his paranormal crises, smiled, "Of course Ajit! I'm assuming you have news for me. Good news I presume? You've been doing a great job so far I tell ya."
America snorted, receiving a dark look from Ajit.
It wasn't a mystery to anyone that Alfred F. Jones and Ajit Pai did not like each other, since DAY ONE!
Obama even stopped taking America to the FCC meetings at some point because he couldn't get Alfred to stop sending snarky comments towards Ajit.
Michelle Obama even took away America's supply of Dunkin' Donuts for a whole week as a punishment for placing a whoopee cushion wrapped with melted Reese's chocolate on Ajit's seat during one of the meetings. It was totally worth it though since Ajit's black fancy pants were forever ruined and damped with melted chocolate and his seat was squeaking throughout the whole meeting. Hey! It was HIS fault for always boasting about his stupid oversized Reese's mug!
Ooo he should try that prank on Iggy some day! He'll get France and Prussia in on it too!
"I do have good news actually, but I would like to inform you in private," Ajit said as he glanced at America.
America snorted as he placed the scroll in his pocket, "As a very SPECIAL American citizen I'm sure that I have as much of a right to hear what you have to say than he does and YOU KNOW IT Ajit," America smugly stated as he leaned on the wall.
Ajit glared at America, "Why do you always have to be so complicated?"
"Why do you always have to be so annoying?"
Donald blinked, "You two know each other?"
Ajit nodded, "Yes sir, from the Obama administration."
"Then surely you can tell me who he is!" Donald exclaimed. "He refuses to tell me for some reason!"
"You haven't told him?" Ajit asked as America shrugged.
"He needs to work for it."
"Work for what? I AM THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES! PEOPLE WORK FOR ME!"
America smiled smugly, "Sorry to break it to ya buddy, but in this neighborhood, you work for ME!"
Donald stared at him as if he had gone mad, and America savored every bit of it.
"And that goes for you too Reese's Boy, know your place."
Ajit rolled his eyes but said nothing. He hated it because he knew he couldn't retaliate. When Obama had told him that Alfred was no normal human but the literal PERSONIFICATION of the country he was born in, Ajit had to take a step back. There was NO WAY he could ever win a fight against a NATION! He had seen Alfred lift a tree to save a cat before, the guy was strong, it was the strength of the most powerful country on Earth compressed into ONE PERSON.
"Fine." Ajit said as he turned back towards Donald. "The FCC voted to revoke Net Neutrality, it was a majority vote of 3 versus 2."
America's heart dropped, "WHAT!?"
"That's good news! Good news I tell ya Ajit I knew I could count on you Ajit! Good news indeed!"
"NO! BAD NEWS!"
Ajit and Donald turned towards America, who was fuming with anger.
America touched his chest, it felt like it was burning for some reason.
"Have you informed the media?" America muttered as he gripped on his shirt tightly.
Ajit smiled tauntingly, "I have. I'm sure the entire country knows by now."
That's why.
America coughed as he gripped on the wall, trying to suppress punching something. It was clear. His people were OVERWHELMINGLY angry, and their anger was pulsating through America's veins.
Ajit's smile faded, "Hey, what's gotten into you?"
"WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO ME!?" America snapped as he turned towards the chairman and the commander in chief, causing them to take a few steps back.
"HOW COULD YOU IGNORE THE PLEAS OF 83% OF AMERICANS!? HOW!? ALL OF US WANTED NET NEUTRALITY, WHY WOULD YOU TAKE IT AWAY! Don't you see! The entire country is angry!"
Ajit gulped, Obama had warned him about Alfred's potential mood swings. Everything that happened to his people came right back to Alfred, whether they were deaths or overpowering emotions of happiness or anger. And now, anger was the dominant force.
Donald on the other hand was convinced that this strange man was absolutely mad. He did not sign up for this.
America put two hands to his head, he could hear his people, the distant voices in his head cursing the FCC for their horrible decision.
Yes... anger... let anger consume you and your thoughts. HE did this to you. He WANTS to see you distraught.
That voice sounded different, it was a dark and raspy British accent, a strange British accent that he's never heard before.
America looked toward Trump, who was glaring at him with a tint of fear but utter defiance and disgust.
"Why are you approving this!" America yelled. "They are your people! They chose you to be their leader!"
"Bah they'll get over it, it's business. With business comes money, with money comes economy, with economy comes happy consumers and citizens."
"You are giving internet service providers the power to favorite certain companies! We'll be limited from accessing certain websites because they'll either load really slowly, or we'll have to pay to access them! It's wrong! You are taking away free internet! Don't you care!?" America's head was starting to hurt, this was the FIRST time he had ever had to argue with a President about the policies that they make.
"Relax will you? It's not even that big of a deal. Fake news just makes it seem like it is. We're just removing Title II," Donald retorted as America clenched his fists.
"But here's the thing, the MAJORITY of America LITERALLY doesn't want Title II to be taken away! This is a democracy, a land built on public opinion! Why are you ignoring them!?"
"I'm pretty sure a large portion of that 83% doesn't even know what Net Neutrality is," Donald argued, receiving a nod from Ajit. "I mean, look at the kind of letters they sent to the FCC, the majority of them were written inappropriately and with fake identities."
"I DID NOT GET A MUSKET POINTED AT MY FACE BY SOMEONE I CONSIDERED MY CARETAKER AND RISK MY LIFE AGAINST THE DAMNED REDCOATS FOR THIS COUNTRY TO NOT ABIDE BY THE RULES IT WAS CONSTRUCTED BY!" America felt like he wanted to rip his hair out, little by little his people were growing angrier, and it was becoming unbearable.
Donald froze, "Redcoats? Muskets? You really are mad! You need help! I am the President of the United States of America whether you like it or not, and there's nothing you can do about my decisions!"
"I AM THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!" America fumed. "ALFRED F. JONES, PERSONIFICATION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! I AM THIS COUNTRY! MY SKIN IS THREADED ONTO THIS LAND, I BLEED THE SAME BLOOD AS MY PEOPLE!" Alfred grabbed Donald's desk and lifted it with ease, causing the President and Ajit to widen their eyes.
"You. Serve. Me." Alfred growled with a low voice as he flung the desk to the left side of the room.
With that said America stormed towards his closet and locked the door, and with a last glance at the stunned President, he opened the door to the Oval Office and slammed it behind him, oblivious to the scroll that was heating up in his pocket.
The Middle of No Where, Africa
Untouched. Unscathed since the 14th century.
It seemed as if the Earth itself had forgotten of this land's existence, as geologic activity lacked immensely.
Because of this, the land was no more, there was no room for development or growth.
It had truly disappeared.
The only thing left were thorns and vines, which covered the ground like a flower bed.
In the midst of these thorns, there seemed to be a flickering. A light was flashing, on and off, on and off, on and off at the speed of sound. A creature was brewing.
After the flickering had stopped, the creature swiftly opened its menacing grey eyes, a sadistic smile plasted onto its face.
It had awaken.
This is probably the last time you'll hear from Trump in awhile hehe, but what did you think?
California and Alabama are going to be important in this story so that's why I introduced them, you'll see why eventually. California is supposed to represent the far left and Alabama the far right, I'm using them to poke fun at conservatives and liberals because WHY NOT xD It adds humor to the story and there is a purpose behind it. I was originally going to make Texas the far right state but that wouldn't be accurate since there are many liberals that live in some parts of Texas too, so they aren't necessarily the "far right."
I went on google images so that I can give you guys a link to how I feel like Osthall's hair and outfit would look if you guys were interested since I'm not good at explaining.
TRENCH COAT:
Go to blackleatherjacket. com and look up Mens Long Black Leather Trench Coat, it should be the only result.
HAIRSTYLE:
Go to nextoneleather. co . uk (it all goes together) and look up Men's Military Leather Trench Coat in Black and it should be the first result, that guy's hairstyle is JUST as I imagined!
Just imagine him wearing that with the black hair, grey eyes, black long sleeved shirt, black jeans, and black boots and your imaginations will be set ;)
REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!