Alfred's chest puffed out proudly as he sat in his super soft, comfy chair and looked around the presidential office. His office. His grin was wide as he looked around. Suddenly, his grin wasn't so wide. He blinked. Wait a second... This sounded like a lot of work. "What, you git?" His best friend, Arthur, huffed, staring at him from the other side of the desk.

"Dude... This seems like a lot of work. I don't think I'm ready for this." Alfred solemnly informed his best friend. "You... You... YOU IDIOTIC GIT, I TOLD YOU THIS WHEN YOU WERE RUNNING FOR ELECTION!" Arthur tackled him off of his seat. "Ack! Artieeeeeeeee!" Alfred wailed, trying to get a hold on his friend.

"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to get your hands off the president!" Two men dressed in suits sternly stood beside the two struggling men. "You stupid, stupid git!" Arthur snarled, ignoring the men. Alfred had given all the men explicit orders to never, ever pull a gun or anything of that sort on his best friend. "It's fine, guys, this happens all the time! All's good." Alfred assured them as he finally got a hold on his smaller, less muscular friend.

The men frowned, but nodded, ignoring as Alfred sat on Arthur and Arthur spewed out curses left and right, then left to their station outside the door.

...

"So, you want my help to get you impeached...?" Arthur asked slowly. "Yeah." Alfred nodded. "After all that work I put in to your campaign and getting you elected?" Arthur growled. Alfred nodded slowly before Arthur burst into laughter.

Alfred's eyes widened and he stared awkwardly as his friend spiraled into insanity. After Arthur was done with his inane cackling, he wiped away tears of mirth. "Oh..." Arthur exhaled shakily as he fought to get his breath back, "Okay."

"Okay?" Alfred blinked.

"Okay." Arthur agreed.

"... Perhaps okay can be our always." Alfred couldn't resist putting a hand on Arthur's and staring sensually into his green orbs. Arthur huffed and pulled away, flushing slightly.

"Idiot." He grumbled.

...

"We need to launch an attack against Canada!" Alfred stated firmly, slapping a hand down on the table as Arthur flinched beside him. No need to over sell it...

"Wh-What?" His Canadian-American younger brother blinked at him owlishly. The rest of the council members stared at him much the same. "... Canada?" One asked slowly. "Canada." Alfred agreed. "... How'd you know their plan?" One asked, awed. "... What?" Alfred's brow furrowed. "I've had my agents looking into it, and Canada has been planning a terrorist attack on us." He explained to the rest of the council.

Slowly, the other councilmen began to clap. "What a smart president we have!" One chirped happily as Arthur and Alfred stared at them in disbelief. "I knew I made the right choice in voting for you. Such a smart, observant lad. How'd you know?" An older councilman asked with a smile.

"I'm, uh... psychic?" Alfred cocked his head slightly as Arthur mouthed it. Maybe they'd impeach him for mental instability. The councilmen erupted into chuckles. "Such a humorous man." They shook their heads fondly.

"..." Alfred and Arthur stared at them blankly.

"... You've gotta be kidding me." Alfred whispered.

...

Four Months and About 4 Attempts Later

"I demand we stop trade with China!" Alfred declared as he jumped on top of the table. Arthur didn't flinch this time. To Hell with being subtle. "Why?" Someone asked, bewildered. "Because... Because I'm president and I say so! Look, I'm calling Yao the ambassador or whatever the heck he is now!" Alfred declared before dialing.

"Yes, Mr. President of United States?" Yao asked politely as he answered. "We, the United States, are stopping trade with you!" Alfred declared as he received many wide eyes and gasps.

"... It appears we have a mole in our country, don't we, Mr. President?" Yao asked coldly. Arthur slammed his head on the table, already having a feel of what was coming. Alfred stayed silent in confusion. "So you know of our plan to take over your country, then the world with our technological products?" Yao asked coldly.

Instantly, any whispers of doubt and outrage at the president silenced. "I suppose our plan had failed then. Good day." Yao said before hanging up.

Alfred stared at his phone in bewilderment before the council erupted into applause. "Once again, your insight has saved this country! Someone, quick, tell the media! Mr. President, the two four year term law may just be uplifted for you." Someone stared at him fondly

Alfred resisted the urge to scream in frustration. Arthur sat with his head in his hands, murmuring incomprehensibly.

Seven More Months and And Approximately 20 Attempts Later

"Now, remember, this is our last ditch effort. We attempted black magic, we attempted bribery, we attempted idiocy at its best. If this doesn't work, nothing will and you'll just have to wait until your four years are over." Arthur whispered to him, trying not to be nervous in front of a thousand people, plus the people at home watching.

Alfred nodded solemnly. "Mr. President, you're on." One of his men whispered as Alfred stepped forward, Arthur beside him.

"Hello, citizens." He flashed a smile as happy cheers and screams erupted. Many signs were displayed everywhere. 'To the best president yet!' 'To the man who has saved us more times than we can count on our fingers!' 'Jones should be president until the day he dies!' 'We love our best president!'

Alfred took a deep breath. "So I've been asked about my views on homosexuals," He began, everyone going respectfully silent, "and my views are quite simple. There is nothing to support, because being homosexual is just another fact of life. It's the same as being straight, and we don't need to support straight couples, do we? And as this topic is ventured, I have a confession to make. I... am homosexual." Gasps rang out. He had them now. Never underestimate the power of homophobic Americans.

"This is my partner, Arthur." He reached out a hand for Arthur for all to see. Arthur's face flushed as everyone turned to stare at him, but he took Alfred's hand nonetheless. All was silent for a long moment. "I think we've got them." Alfred whispered after he turned off the mic. "I think so, too." Arthur nodded.

Cheers burst out instead. Arthur simply stared at the crowd blanky. Alfred blinked away frustrated tears. "You've gotta be kidding me." Alfred shouted, throwing his arms up angrily, though the cheers drowned it out.

"I think I'm going to have a nice cuppa now." Arthur deadpanned. "Of what?" Alfred asked. "Straight vodka and rum." Arthur grimaced. "I'll join you."

...

"The struggles... of being impeached are so real." Alfred hiccuped, swaying where he stood. Arthur giggled from where he laid on the floor. "Indeed."

Alfred looked around the office with red, hazy eyes. "... Actually," Alfred blinked, "I just think I haven't given it a chance. I think I'll stop trying to get impeached now and even run for next term." Alfred smiled to himself.

Arthur's giggling stopped abruptly. Arthur slowly looked up at the American, glowering at him through his blonde bangs. Alfred shivered. What was that? Felt like someone was planning to kill him and dance on his grave...

"YOU BLEEDING, SODDING GIT!"

"AHHHHH!"


Uh. I dunno, actually. I saw the prompt and Tumblr and just started writing. I personally don't like it too much. I tried. Review, please.