A/N: Hey guys! Red here. So I wrote the next chapter! This one's pretty short too. I'm not too sure about this one. xD I like it and I don't all at the same time. Thoughts? Feel free to drop me a message/review and let me know what you think about the story so far and anything I could work on.

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"I..." The room spun violently. How would this all play out? Would dozens of armed Secret Service men burst in from the tons of secret passageways, guns trained on her? The White House was a fortress in itself. While all the employees were made aware of several escape routes that led outside in case of fire, attack, etc., there were many more that only the President, the Secret Service, and most likely Alfred were privy to.

She looked around frantically. There they'd be standing, trigger fingers itching to remove the threat to national security. She would be no match for them, she knew. She saw herself being thrown to the ground, restrained despite her constant cries. It didn't matter what she said; no one would listen. Her struggles were a futile attempt to escape as it took little to no effort to keep her in control. And Alfred, Alfred couldn't help her either...

Everything was closing around her; she couldn't breathe. "Al..." The blonde's eyes widened. It didn't take him long at all to realize that Callie was in trouble. She threw an unsteady hand out to latch onto something…anything. She came up just short of the chair, and she could feel the ground racing up to meet her. Alfred raced to her side, steadying her. He exchanged a quick glance with the President. Maybe this had gone too far.

"Callie? Callie! Are you okay?" Alfred kicked himself mentally. Mattie had always told him he was bad at "reading the atmosphere," but he never believed him until it was too late. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Alfred was a blur of gold and brown, his features hardly discernible to Callie despite their close proximity.

"Callie, relax." Reynolds chuckled gently. She took a deep breath, looking at the blurred figure that she assumed was the President. She blinked several times, trying to bring the world before her back into focus. "I know what happened. Alfred told me everything. He told me he was the one who wanted to clue you in to the secret. If it was Alfred's wish, then I will honor it. As the Nation itself, Alfred is able to make his own decisions. But that doesn't change the fact that he had a lot of good things to say about you." Once Alfred was sure Callie was okay to stand on her own, he stood in-between her and the President.

"He did?" Both men nodded. Callie felt her face heat up and she knew she was blushing. She nervously brushed stray auburn strands behind her ear, hoping to divert the attention away from her face.

"I'm sorry, Callie!" He refused to meet her eyes as he said it. "I just wanted to play a joke on you! I had to convince the President to go along with it. It took a little bit, 'cause he didn't want to at first, but he finally agreed. But I didn't think it would go that far..."

"It's okay, Alfred. I-I'm not mad at you." You scared me out of my mind, though, she thought, still able to hear the blood pounding in her head. "But are you really okay with this?" It couldn't have been that simple. Even though Alfred was America, the President was still an important figure. They had to work together to keep things working smoothly, right? What about things they disagreed on?

"As I said, it was Alfred's decision. I stand by him one hundred percent. If he trusts you, then I will do the same." He took a seat at his desk, interlocking his fingers. A chill ran down Callie's spine. Even though he didn't say it, she could feel there was more to that message.

Because if you don't, I can easily have you taken care of.

"Look out for Alfred, Callie." She nodded, shaking off the thought. There was no way she would do anything like that. Alfred was too good of a person for that. Alfred held back his comment. The Hero didn't need to be protected; if anything, he'd look out for her. He was the Nation, after all. It was his job!

"Thank you sir," Alfred said instead, grinning wildly. "Callie and I are going to go have fun."

"Wait, Alfred." He stopped, halfway out the door. "Have you forgotten the World Summit meeting is being held here in a few days?" Alfred rubbed his head sheepishly. He had forgotten. Even though Mattie had said something about that just last night. "There's a lot of work to be done. One hundred plus countries are going to be coming to the White House and we have to make the arrangements and set up the room. There's no time to be fooling around." Callie blinked. It was the Nations who set all that up? She, like everyone else, assumed that the Presidents/Leaders of the respective countries collaborated together. Or maybe it was a joint effort between Nation and President.

"I'm sorry, sir. I forgot. But you can count on me! I'll make sure everyone gets here on time!" Alfred smiled.

"Ms. Johnson, since you've already met some of the Nations, you'll be working with Alfred. Keep him on track and make sure the meeting goes smoothly. I don't think I have to remind you that this is all top-secret, so tell no one."

"Yes, sir." Callie would make sure of it. The last thing she wanted was to see those terrifying scenes played out in real life.

"You may go. Get it done, you two."

"No worries, sir! You have my word. And Alfred F. Jones never breaks a promise!" He threw a gloved fist to the air, laughing.

Callie breathed another sigh of relief once the doors clicked shut behind her. She could finally relax. "That was so scary, Alfred! My heart is still racing." Alfred put his hand on her shoulder.

"I didn't mean for it to happen like that. And he can seem scary sometimes, but he's a nice guy." Callie sighed. Nice wasn't quite the word she would use. "But this is so awesome! You get to help with the World Summit!"

"Ah, but what am I supposed to do?" The thought of being in a room with so many Nations was both fascinating and intimidating all at once. What if they were all like England? She wouldn't be able to take so many cold eyes staring at her.

Alfred blinked. He could feel Callie's body tense even through his thick gloves. He grabbed her other shoulder and whirled her around to face him. She was looking right into his brilliant blue eyes. "Calm down. The other Nations are going to love you. And if not, tough, because I say you can come and they'll have to deal with it! I'll protect you if they try anything, okay? No one will mess with you while I'm around!" Callie nodded. "Okay, so we're going to call everyone and tell them what time they have to be here and remind them that it's at my place!"

He took her arm and pulled her down the hall. Callie was beginning to feel more and more like a rag doll. She focused on Alfred's golden wheat hair as he pulled her any which way, wondering just how a superpower like himself could be so childish.