Okay here is the next chapter.

Hope you enjoy it.

I'm sorry for any mistakes.

America could see what was happening all over the country because he was the country. It was both a blessing and a curse for he could see all the good like the changing of seasons, communities coming together to celebrate a local holiday, or even those life changing moments where a couple became a new parent. He didn't have to be there personally or 'physically' but he got a perfect picture in his head of what was going on somewhere in America. Of course it was a curse as well for he saw terrible things happen like crime, sorrow, and death. America had learned long ago that he could block it out and over time it was very easy, but he could recall things even if he didn't pay attention to them while they happened. That was what he was trying to do now, remember Dawn's life, mainly her childhood.

What he saw was a little girl with messy blond hair sitting alone on the floor playing with her Barbie. "Dawn," He said mainly to himself but to his surprise she turned her head to the sound of his voice.

"Hm?"

January 21st, 20XX

A hand clutched onto America's arm and he looked down to see Dawn standing there in front of him. "Alfred…?" She said not sure he would answer. "That's right, Miss. Vogel." He said trying to be humorous but she seemed confused. "What?" Now he was confused.

"What?" He replied.

"No, you said 'That's right'."

"Yeah?"

"What's right then?"

"I was trying to be funny."

Dawn gave him a look that meant that she didn't find it funny; actually he got that look quite often, so she crossed her arms over her chest with a frown on her face. "I was going to ask you for help. Alexander is taking his kids to the monuments in D.C. then latter the Museums and I was hoping that you would go with them?" The way he asked the question seemed like she was asking a big favor. "Why?" America asked. A camera was then put in his face. "To take pictures for Alexander of course." She stated, "Also because it is a nice day though cold day. You can go with them if you please, I personally would like you to join them." America sighed dramatically. "You just had to make it personal." He smiled when he spoke the words.

Dawn Vogel stood outside of the one of the rooms in the White House. This room held the Generals of all the security of the country and she had called them here for such business. They were already inside the room but she wanted to wait a bit before going in. She wasn't late it's just she was one minute early and she wanted to be on time… Okay now she could enter. Dawn entered the meeting room wearing all black clothing while still wearing her signature multiple crosses around her neck and gold ring. "Gentlemen," Dawn started going over to an empty seat to sit down. "I'm glad you could all make it." The men all nodded staying silent.

"Now then I called you all here because I need your insight of the world." Dawn said, "As I'm sure some of you know that I don't know much about the world. Surely you all could tell about stuff that the media doesn't tell me?"

"Well, problems are still happening in Europe and Middle East. We still have problems with the economy, our military is still affected from the past presidents before you, and there are problems with the country itself as well."

"The borders?"

"Not only the borders Madam President but inside the country." Dawn thought onto the man's words. Action would have to happen.

"Who are we dealing with a drug cartel that has entered into America?" She asked.

"Actually Madam President they started in the U.S. They are a new cartel; our sources say that they started in Arizona but have formed a close relationship with the drug cartels from Mexico." Dawn's heart quickened at the news. "They have been helping the Mexico cartels along the border."

A pure hatred coursed through Dawn's veins at the thought. Drugs, in the right hands they were good and helped people, but when the people become addicted to the drugs it would all go downhill. She hated drugs that were used to one's own pleasure and how ignorant a person could become and thoughtless they acted. She grew up with smoking and alcoholic parents and being in that environment made her dislike the stuff as a child. She never drank beer but she thought it smelled weird and made things stinky if it was spilled. Then there was smoking, which she never had done herself, only exposed to it by second hand smoking. In her teenage years her father, who both drank and smoked, did it all the time. She often felt sick in the morning waking up to the smell of smoke at five in the morning. When he was drunk he always acted and talked stupidly making Dawn resent the stuff. Over time she had grown to hate it all together.

When she got out of high school she studied to be a Nurse and seen the aftermath of drug abuse. It terrified her that one could waste their life on the drugs trying to get them by any cost.

"I want a crackdown on all illegal substances. I also don't want this Cartel disease to grow. We are going to wipe them all out." Dawn declared. One of the men coughed. "Madam President isn't that extreme? As well, you can't stop all illegal substances from being made in and sent into the country." It was true. People would smuggle in drugs anyway they could how. As the criminals of the world became more threatening and dangerous that didn't mean that one should let them get stronger and bully even the government. "Also it would hurt your standing Madam President." What was the point of worrying about how people thought of you if people were hurting themselves? "You don't want to make mistakes like the last presidents." Dawn slammed down her fist. "I understand how you would see things and I hope this is the last time we bring up what other presidents have done in the past good or wrong. We will talk about any process or setbacks during my presidency." The older man frowned. "Oh, I see. Don't you mean how I feel?" Dawn shook her head. "I meant exactly what I said. The position that I'm in is responsible for the safety and leadership for the America people. A leader does not give into the whims of the people if it acts against the people's health and good fortune. I have seen that the people have forgotten the real meaning of what a President is."

Dawn stands and moves to a window with the drapes closed. The drapes were a navy blue with a golden pattern on the ends. She grabs the drapes in her fist and pulls it away to reveal the light of day. The snow reflected the light from the sun making the landscape bright with light. It was blinding. Dawn smiles looking outside the window and says in a gentle voice. "I wish that I at least help the people remember what was sacrificed and gained in building this country, and I believe that no other country can ever been like this country for the land was so different from the start." She touches the crosses on her neck.

"Okay," America said in a cheery tone. "Say strawberries!"

"Strawberries!" The McCree children yelled standing in front of the Lincoln statue as America pushed the button and took the picture. The little girl rushed over to America pulling his pant leg. "Let me see!" She said excitedly. Alexander was standing back with a smile on his face. America knelt down to let the child see. The boys also came over and stood behind the two to see the picture.

As the group left and walked down the path of the snow covered cherry blossom trees, Alexander pulled out his phone and started to text someone. America noticed this and tried to see what he was doing. Alexander only moved away. The McCree boys ran ahead racing each other, but the little girl stayed close to America himself almost like a shadow. Alexander then let out a large sigh. "Well, I guess we can take the car and head over to Smithsonian look around and grab a bite there." He says, and then notices how far his two boys ran ahead. "Shot, boys get back here!" America smiles as he watched Alexander run after the boys. He looks down at the little girl and picks her up and picks up the pace as he follows after.

The Smithsonian Museum of History always had people flocking from all around the country to see the artifacts of America's past. The children didn't really pay attention to what was said on the sign but Alexander read it out loud for them. The children were enjoying themselves but often both men would lose tract of one of them in the crowd. Luckily, the children would return right back into view. Of course there was the secret serves around as well in the crowd.

America checked the time on his catch. It was creeping onto four and he was hoping to get back soon for he wanted to see how Dawn was doing. He looked to Alexander and his kids. The man was holding his little girl on his shoulders to see better while the two boys had to lift themselves on the reels for a better at the exhibit. America went over to the man and tapped him on the shoulder. "Mr. McCree, I think we should leave now and head back to the White House." He suggested. Alexander looked like he had to think about it then nodded. "Alright boys come on." Alexander told the boys. His daughter tapped his head. "Daddy, can we get ice cream?" Alexander laughed and answered. "We'll have ice cream later tonight."

D.C. was waiting outside of the meeting room when Dawn came out and nearly ran into him. She pushed past him when he didn't get out of her way. He soon followed after her keeping a good distance to speak with her but not too close if she decided to slash out at him. It didn't look like she had a newspaper on her person but he wouldn't test that theory. "Miss. Vogel, how did the meeting go?" He asked putting on a fake smile that won thousands of hearts. Dawn didn't speak or lessen her pace. She honestly didn't like D.C. for she didn't trust him, but he kept talking. "I wish to apologize for our misunderstanding yesterday. We have gotten off the wrong foot so why not try again? Miss. Vogel, please don't give me that attitude for its not really fair. I am this city and I know a thing or two about politics that I would be a very good friend to you." Then D.C. slipped when he said, "Being on my bad side wouldn't be good for you."

Dawn grabbed the closest object in her reached which happened to be a vase. She lifted it up like she was going to throw it at him. D.C. stumbled backwards falling on his butt looking up at the woman scared, but he really wanted this to happen actually. If she hurt him it would affect her political standing, but she didn't bring the vase down against him. No, Dawn caught herself and lowered the vase breathing heavily. Dawn shook her head smiling. "Nah, you're too good for this." She said putting back the vase where she got it. Dawn looked over to where D.C. had fallen on himself to see him getting up glaring at her. "Do you have a human name?" Dawn asked pushing back her hair behind her ears. D.C. nodded and answered. "John Jones." She nodded crossing her arms. "Well, John listen up because it is only fair I at least tell you. I don't need to be on your good side, nor do I care. You are not a state only a city to which belongs to Virginia. I know of your history and as I'm sure you can already tell I don't trust you.

"Don't you ever threaten me again for I will not tolerate your behavior. I've never really been one to let things slip by for stupidity. Actually in fact I can't stand it so don't think that just because your D.C. that means you're the most feared." Dawn finished and walked over to him. D.C. was still on the floor looking up at her not sure what she would do next. She held out her hand to him. "Take my hand." D.C. was shocked by her gesture but did comply too her demand. Dawn pulled him up but didn't release his hand. She then put painful pressure into her hold of his hands making him flinch digging her nails into his skin. Dawn then let go and turned to head back to the Presidential office. D.C. was rubbing his hand and listened to the sound of the clicking of Dawn's heels as she walked away. He was use to this kind of treatment for every woman he interacted with always walked away from him not before leaving a bruise to his person and his heart.

A knock on the bed startled Dawn making her drop the shay for her dress. She was wearing a light soft green dress that looked like it was tight but really wasn't for Dawn which she was surprised. It flowed out so it would be easy for her to move around and if she spun it would raise up which she liked most about it. Dawn had been in s spinning moment when someone had knocked on the door. Embarrassed with a light blush on her face she opened the door to the bedroom which she was staying in. America stood outside of the room in a nice suit looking up beat. "Madam President?" He asked smiling brightly holding out his hand. Dawn had only opened her door slightly to look out but then opened the door all the way and stepped out. Serious face on and ready, Dawn took his hand and walked with him a bit down the halls of the white house.

"You look very beautiful Madam President. I'm happy that the first woman president could be so lovely." America complicated looking down at Dawn. She only nodded seemingly lost in thought again. When they neared the end of the hall, Dawn stopped in her tracts and let go of his hand. "Go on ahead, Alfred. I will follow right after." She looked worried and nervous. America took her hand in his again and gave it a light squeeze. "You'll do alright." He whispered having said this before to past leaders, his children, and allies. She looked up at him but she didn't look like she was so sure of herself. "Just go."

The guests were starting to pour in from the main entrance of the White House. Ambassador where all here and companying them where the countries themselves. What surprised America the most was how many countries had arrived. England came right up to him with a smug smile on his face. He laughed darkly then said. "I couldn't believe the news when I heard you finally got a female for a President! HAH! You are in for one hell of four years." America frowned, granted Dawn was difficult, confusing, and mostly cold but she wasn't that bad. Then again it had only been two days. England snorted still talking. "-just wait till she starts having all these problems, and don't get me started on the monthly curse. Never trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die. By the way what is her name? I can't remember." America sighed. "Dawn Vogel."

England gave him a shocked look. "Vogel? Isn't that German?" America shrugged not really sure. He didn't really know or pay attention where many surnames originated from. "I don't really know, you can ask Germany." France came up behind him putting a hand on his shoulder. "So where is the President, America?" He asked with a smile that reminded America of a Chester Cat. "She is coming." France laughed then said. "Oho ho ho, wanting to make an entrance?" America gave a weak smile wondering what was taking Dawn so long.

Then Dawn finally walked into the main entrance from the hall. She looked mad with her hard glare on again, but she still was attractive. Alexander then appeared at her side coming from somewhere America didn't see, with his wife right next to him as well. Dawn walked to stand before the crowd with Alexander and Faith nearby catching their attention. Her frowned deepen then her eyes lighten up and a big smile followed. "Welcome everyone but I believe the main dining room is far better for socializing." The people seemed to lighten up and started to crowd her greeting, complimenting, and congratulating her. Dawn shook hands and talked but it was clear to America that she felt overwhelmed, but Alexander helped take attention off her along with Faith.

Later, the crowd was moved to a ballroom in the White House and America soon was back at dawn's side. He introduced her to England and France which went well. England was a bit stand offish at first but grow more comfortable to Dawn (America had to pull him aside to explain that Dawn's glare was actually her natural stare) and France was a gentlemen hinting things to Dawn which she brushed off. America then introduced her to Canada which went nicely in his outlook. She later after they went to meet other people told him that she thought Canada seemed very sweet. The meeting with Japan, N. Italy, Prussia and Germany was… he wasn't very sure about if he thought it was good or bad. It went more like this…

"It's nice to meet you Ludwig." Dawn greeted.

"It is very nice for me as well." Germany greeted seriously. He stepped aside and motioned to his brother, Prussia. "This is Gilbert. He is my brother."

"Brother?" Dawn looked to America confused. "Countries can be related?"

"Yes, Matthew and I are brothers." America explained.

"Oh, so what country do you represent, Gilbert?" Dawn asked.

"Prussia." Prussia said through clenched teeth.

"Where is that?"

"It is not on the map, Madam President." Japan put in as Prussia started to get depressed and made his way to the bar. "At least not anymore."

Dawn covered her mouth with her hand sadness filled her eyes. "Oh dear, I am sorry… but he is still here?"

"Gilbert is slowly fading away." Germany said sad.

Thankfully Italy brighten things up saying that even with his country gone, Prussia is amazingly still here meaning that he is very strong and still be around long after. This cheered Dawn up a little bit bring a smile on her face. Italy then went on asking her what she liked.

"Oh, movies, reading, spending time with my dog, bossing this guy around- Dawn poked America's shoulder- warm food, chocolate, and Christmas." She answered.

"Christmas? Why is that?" Italy asked his curl turning into a heart at the end.

"Because it reminds me of my childhood." Dawn said smiling brightly.

Yeah, the encounter was alright America guessed and Dawn seemed to enjoy meeting other countries. He looked down at the woman next to him as she talked to an ambassador. Media was put in a corner and taking pictures but America put himself right in front of their vision to block Dawn since she commented earlier that the flashing was hurting her eyes. Then a tall figure pushed Him out of the way and was holding Dawn in a tight embrace. Dawn was caught off guard and struggling to be free of the woman who was hugging her. "Mrs. Rousseau, please let me go."

End of this chapter!

Elisabeth Rousseau has some history with Dawn and well be a source of problems for our Madam President emotionally.