The other nations sat in the meeting room, chatting quietly. Although they looked calm, there was a very tense feeling in the room. It was almost the end of the year, which usually would have made them, (especially Finland), excited for the holidays. However, every four years there was the dreaded campaigns for America's next boss. This year, America didn't seem to have any good candidates, and with Donald Trump, America's mood had not been the best to say the least. It didn't help that America wasn't present yet. Although there was still a half an hour before the meeting started, the others were rather nervous.

"How do you think he's going to act this time?" France asked Canada, looking rather worried.

Canada shrugged. "He's barley talked to me since the campaigns started. And these aren't even the main candidates. If I had to guess, he's probably going to be very moody."

"Moody doesn't even to begin to describe him this time around." Mexico said with a sour look on his face. "He's only talked to me to apologize about what Trump said about my people, then he ran off looking like a mad man on a mission."

"He's just stressed out." England said. "It's hard for him to get a new boss every four years."

"It's not like we don't know the stress of a campaign, but he's acting out of character more than usual." Canada said with a concerned look.

Just then, the door swung open, and America stumbled in, holding a huge tower of papers in his hands. Just as he was about to step into the room, he lost his balance, and fell flat on his face. As a result, papers flew all over the place.

"Are you alright?" Italy asked, helping America to his feet.

"I've been better." America mumbled. He gathered up the papers, and placed the on the table. Sighing, he looked around, and smiled at them.

"Yeah, so I had so much work to do that I had to bring some of it here. So, sorry about that." America said, gesturing to the stack on the table.

"Some of it?" Japan asked, staring at his friend in disbelief. "What are all those forms?"

"Oh, just the usual campaign ads, the polls, the designated voting areas, the citizens who need to be need to be taken off the voting list, those who are applying to vote, and all of the rest of the work I need to do." America said off handedly. "This is nothing. I have to twice as much during the final campaign."

"Do we need to force you to take another vacation?" Russia asked.

"I swear, if I took a vacation every time I was stressed out, I would never work again." America huffed. "Look, that's how things are done at my place. Oh, by the way Mexico, I need you help me make some pictures of Trump in a sombrero and eating a taco. I want to have about one hundred copies so I can send them to him through the mail."

"No problem." Mexico said, flashing America a thumbs up.

"Thanks." America said, sitting down.

"Al, won't you get in trouble for doing that?" Canada asked, looking rather amused.

"No, because the president was the one who asked me to do it." America said, grinning widely at his brother."

A/N: Ah yes, it is finally that time in America where the candidates for the next presidential race are beginning. The political ads, the name calling, the media with their lies, the lack of good candidates this time around, and Donald Trump. In other words, most Americans are planning to move to Canada if we get Trump as president. PLEASE HELP US!