Chapter 1: Alfred F. Jones, his brother

Each country had their own personification, but due to security matters, no one knows who the personifications are, except for the bosses who attend the annual meetings. Even the personifications themselves don't know who the other embodiments are.

Matthew Williams is the personification of Canada, and here he was, currently running across the border of Canada and America, desperately trying to find America's embodiment.

At this point, over fifty percent of the world's population was already infected and manifested by parasites. It all began when the 'W. D.' Company, also known as World Development (but Matthew believes it's World Destruction), 'created' a treatment that could kill all kinds of bacteria and viruses including HPV, malaria, HIV and all kinds of cancer. Fortunately, some of the Canadian government were smart enough to not trust it. Although, only some were, others were already infected.

After the cure had been approved by many famous scientists, although Matthew didn't know how, it was immediately mass-produced and sent all over the world. Soon, most of the world had taken the remedy. It was by some miracle that the personifications weren't affected by it, or so Matthew has been told. It was probably so that the W.D. Company could identify them or something but either way, Matthew was grateful he wasn't affected.

Now the only reason why Matthew was trying to find America was because most of the humans, who were infected, couldn't control themselves. The parasites have power over the person's action. Matthew knew it sounded crazy, but that was what he found out after he asked one of the non-parasite-infested Canadian scientists to check it out. However, there was one worse part that you haven't heard yet, those 'people' were hunting after him. Possibly, it was not only him, but every other country's personifications as well.

It was noon. Alfred didn't have any food. And that USUALLY didn't add up to be something good. Alfred Jones was currently running on an empty stomach and hiding in a closet in his office. That doesn't sound very good, does it? But why is he doing that? Because most of the staff in the government was already infected! Why else?

He was… shall we say hungry? Well, he was extremely starving.

"I'm hungry," Alfred pouted while hiding in the office. His stomach growled in complaint. "The whole hero country is going to starve to death if I don't eat something!"

As it were, he wasn't the only one in the closet, hiding. To be exact, it was a closet of unsigned paperwork. Boy, was he going to in trouble when he and his fellow staff that escaped got out of this mess.

"Sheesh, America! Shut up for once, will you?" One of the employees hissed quietly. "Those mutant parasites are going to find us!"

America sulked at this. "But… I'm hungry!"

"Shut up!" The other three people that was in the closet whispered frantically to the country.

America frowned. "I don't see why we can't just go and get a few dozen Big Macs at McDonalds."

"First of all, we have to get past those parasites before we can get to the ground, seeing that we're in the EMPIRE STATE BUILDING." A worker explained before taking a breath. "Second, there are creepy parasitic people EVERYWHERE."

The personification grouched. Then, at the others' confusion (and almost fear), he lit up almost immediately. "I'll go text Mattie to bring me some McDonalds then!"

Without another word, he pulled out his phone and texted, 'I'M THE HERO.'

"Why the hell did you do that?!" A worker screeched in alarm. "Your twin brother could've been infected with the parasite for all we know!"

Ignoring the protests, America read the text that arrived soon after. 'Alfred? You're still alive?'

"HA! You see? Any relative of the hero can't be infected!" Seconds later, another message was exchanged.

'Hell yeah! How can the hero not be alive?!' Alfred clicked send.

After a few moments of silence, another reply was seen. 'No comment, Alfred. Where are you right now?'

Alfred started to write but paused and deleted it. He slightly panicked at the thought of telling Matthew he was the personification of America but dismissed it a second later. He thought, Aww, who am I kidding? Mattie can't be caught! He's the brother of a hero after all!

'Empire State Building.'

'WHAT?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE, AL?'

'No particular reason… where r u, Mattie?'

'Er… I'm currently in America. Aren't you stuck in the Empire State Building or something like that?'

'If u count the aliens, then yes.'

Canada groaned. Why, oh, why did he have such an oblivious brother?! He bit his lip; why would Alfred be at the Empire State Building? He couldn't even imagine his brother there, without causing some kind of disaster. He thought deeply, 'Alfred couldn't even stay still at the Canadian-US border and got dragged away by some American officials! Then why was he there?!'

Matthew responded slowly whilst shaking his head, 'Do you think you can meet me at the bottom of the Empire State Building?'

'I'll meet u at the border!'

His eyes widened. How? Did Alfred even know how to tell the difference between regular humans and parasitic humans? 'Al… do you even know how to tell the difference between a human and a parasitic human?'

'Sure, I do!'

Matthew grimaced. The last time Alfred said he knew something, he set Matthew's pancakes on fire. Matthew shuddered. His fingers brushed over the keys again. 'Are you sure…?'

'Totally!'

'… Are you really sure, Al?'

'*Gasp* My own brother is doubting me! Mattie, you can NEVER EVER doubt a hero.'

'…Seriously Al! ARE YOU SURE?'

After two seconds, he received another text. 'YES! The weirdo aliens (unlike Tony) don't text back when you try to text them!'

'Al… do I even want to know how you know that?'

'I just amazingly, in hero style, texted the staff of my government that were missing and they didn't reply back!'

Matthew face-palmed. 'Al… you know that the most common way is to look at their eyes- their eyes are completely black! Even their sclera's are black!'

'Well, that's a commoner's way! Heroes do it the heroic way! BTW, I got out of the Empire State Building. I'm coming your way.'

A few seconds later… 'P.S. What's a sclera?'

Matthew sighed, with his brother this enthusiastic, he would never be able to change his mind. Then all of sudden, he stiffened as he remembered something that Alfred typed. '…texted the staff of my government that were missing and they didn't reply back…'

'HIS GOVERNMENT? ALFRED'S GOVERNMENT? Please, oh please, don't let it be what I think it is. Please just tell me this is a typo or an auto correct or something like that…' Matthew shivered at the sight.

But fate didn't seem to like Matthew.

Eh, this story includes FACE family, just so you know. And also, if it wasn't indicated well, Matthew is trying to gather all of the world's personifications… not only America.

Well, please review and enjoy! ^_^