Disclouse: I do not own any of the Hetalia characters they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya *Original characters and concepts are mine.
Mirrors
This one is not based on humor but on a little internal drama that America faces. I will be returning back to the laugh soon
Alfred F Jones has seen many presidential elections, hell he was was the United States of America he seen them all. But only 2 has caused him so much discomfort. One lead to a war that drove him insane, he hopes this latest one will not cause the same.
To the world he seemed the same. The same happy go lucky Goof that most dismiss as an idiot. Well that is but three, one felt the full destruction of what his scientists where capable of. The second he went head to head in a war he wasn't sure had ever really ended. Sure he beat the bastard to the moon and most of the weapons have been put away, but no victory was ever declared. The last well he was his brother and they shared some of their armed forces so he knew well what Alfred was capable of. Outside those three all the others thought he was an airhead and he liked it that way.
Inside his own home, you wouldn't recognize it for his. His personal history was sealed away so no one could see it most of all him, he needed no reminders of what he already knows. He rarely changed much of his home decor, he liked it simple. Sure he kept his electronics up to date, he was America after all.
He has made a recent change. Every mirror in his home was now covered. This was done not because of luck or vanity, no this was to prevent history repeating or at least he hoped.
The people were divided, instead of accepting the latest election results people were protesting, fighting refusing to meet any kind of agreement. The last time this had happened was after the 16th election and he nearly lost part of himself to it. So the mirrors had to be covered he did not want to see HIM again.
The Confederacy, that is what he called himself or myself no himself. Alfred was sure he was never the Confederacy he remained the Union, but the reflection in those mirrors and the voice that echoed out. No he was someone else, some one who wanted to destroy what America had built. Now he covered those mirrors, he didn't think the Confederacy of the America would be what the other would call himself, but he didn't want to find out.
He kept his secrets, not even his brother new of Alfred's other half, his reflection. He will continue to make the world think him a fool. Letting them hate him, better him then each other. He was to strong so they would never directly attack him or his people. Only twice did someone dare to attack him, and he made them pay for it.
Sure they made fun of him, thinking he didn't understand. How easy they forgot he had all their people residing in him, there was not a language he could not speak or understand. Let them think he couldn't detect the mood, when he can read it as easily as the written word. It was easier that way they would never be guarded around him, never guess that he played the fool to protect them from each other.
Now sitting alone in his kitchen, his homemade roasted chicken and spiced potatoes sitting in front of him. A far cry from the fast food they thought he lived off of. But alone with no mask on and no mirrors reflecting back, Alfred F Jones the embodiment of the United States of America can feel the fighting going on across his land. From sea to sea they just won't agree and his new boss was only making it worse. America had to wonder who will save him from him.
Thank you ElricGurl I have to agree greatly in Justin's cases.