American Daddy 3
Author Notes
This has been a de-anon of another story I wrote for the kink meme based on a prompt. However, from here I am diverging and rewriting the story, because of what the story itself is. This is America using reality TV methods to find the next father of his state. And what better way to properly reflect the American Idol that this story parodies its name from than to have the readers decide who does the best each round? Rules for voting will be posted with each round.
Since I have been asked twice, the new state in question is New Columbia, which would replace the current District of Columbia. For those unfamiliar with United States geography, Washington, D.C. is the District of Columbia. It is federal land that was donated by Virginia and Maryland for the nation's capital. As it is not a state, there are no elected representatives. All of D.C.'s laws are created by Congress. This is a sore point for residents of D.C., who argue they are being taxed without representation, much like our forefathers. There is a movement for a state to be made to address this concern, called New Columbia.
Do not hesitate to ask me questions if you have them, I'll do my best to PM a response or make a note in the next part.
Alfred called the other nations back into the room and walked over to the blackboard, picking up the eraser. He waited until everyone was seated before he began speaking.
"I just wanted to let all you know before I begin, that this was a difficult decision. You all had great applications, which is why you're here now, and you all had great answers to my questions. However, you can't all be the father of my new state, and I have chosen some of you to move on to the next round." He thumbed through his applications, then started erasing a number from the board.
"I know none of us knows who 16 was, because he didn't show up. It's too bad. He had the best application out of everyone. I didn't think anyone knew me that well."
No one noticed Matthew rolling his eyes as he left the room. Alfred continued erasing numbers.
"Francis, I'm sorry. We all know how good you are in bed, but that's just not enough. If I were just looking to get laid, I wouldn't be doing this. I just can't rely on you to be a father." He looked at Francis with an apologetic shrug as Francis stood, silently leaving the room.
"Antonio, as appealing as a threesome sounds, I have to be completely sure of who the father is. If you're still interested after the state is born, though, give me a call." He grinned and gave Antonio a thumbs up. Antonio laughed as he headed for the door, returning the gesture.
"Will do! I'll let Lovi know!" Alfred grinned then turned back to the board to erase Roderich's number.
"Sorry. But you didn't seem comfortable doing this, and I wouldn't be comfortable having an audience for the whole thing. Not that there's anything wrong with Elizabeta! She's a very lovely lady when she doesn't have a camera in her hand. It was a little obvious she put you up to this though."
Roderich nodded, and looked a little relieved, as he hurried out of the room. Alfred looked at the rest of them. As for the rest of you, congratulations! You made it to the next round!"
Everyone else let out the breaths they had been holding. Alfred walked over and sat back down at the head of the table again.
"The next competition will take a week to do. Starting tomorrow, you're each going to have the day to spend with me. We'll do whatever you pick for us. Keep me interested, and I'll keep you in the next round. Yao, you can kick us off tomorrow. Pick me up at noon. The rest of you will find a schedule on your doors in the morning."
Everyone started getting up and leaving, talking amongst themselves. Alfred grinned to himself. This was going great. He flipped one of the old applications over and started making a schedule.
AN: The dates will be China, England, Russia, Germany, Prussia and Switzerland
