Confessions and Confidence

4th July,2021 - 06:40,Fessenden House,Washington DC

The Summer has risen in America. It's Sunday and some people were unaware enough to wake up and go to work this early,despite today being the Independence Day. The rest of them were preparing for their yearly celebration,from organizing a picnic or BBQ to setting up fireworks for midnight. The dawn showed its bright face to this land,slowly letting its rays fall onto the sea,streets,fields and mountains.

On the lone residential neighborhood called Forest Hills,the young,tired and blonde earthling called Alfred Frederick Jones slept in his bedroom next to his office room. The alarm clock beeped abruptly by Alfred's side standing on a small table. It made him,after exactly one minute of resisting,turn to the right without opening his eyes and slamming the button,shutting it down violently. Frustration couldn't be more visible than in any other display.

Alfred groaned in irritation and anger,refusing to get out of his bedsheets and start his birthday. He wasn't lazy,he was just too unwilling to get up right now. He didn't even bother to lift his body up. Especially when he put a total effort to decorate his mansion from inside and outside,yesterday and the day prior.

Alfred blinked a couple of times slowly,to refresh his incredibly baggy eyes. When they did,he only saw a pitch black background,with every part of his room standing invisible. That's because he can't see anything without his glasses on,as he had damaged his eyesight greatly for decades ever since he took them from his unlucky neighbor earthling of Mexico,Edu Diaz,after the Mexican-American War ended under his victory.

The reason why he's so pissed off nowadays is because he's sick to death with the course of events of this year and the one it preceded it. Sick of the charades and ridicule against him around the World. Whether his enemies,to him at least,ruined April Fools by dumping and captioning him with crude oil in the Syrian Desert by Anisah and Arisha (he'll never forgive them),or Christmas and New Years Eve when they established an International Party event in Syria called Aintisar,where he got forced to attend under the UN's backing which they pushed him over the edge after his Apache Helicopter was destroyed while escaping them at midnight. And let's not get into Trump and Biden's current presidency which made Alfred even more cynical,unstable and stressful than ever before. His blood boiled each time he thought about any of them.

Not to mention his last UNSC meeting six days ago on 29th June over Moussa Keita's situation and war condition. He fucking LOATHES attending the UN.

ANTIFA,BLM,failed missions,Trump's Coup d'Etat,pranks,Biden,Covid,etc...All of these things have worsened his overall mood about basically everything in life (except the Junetheenth. Elijah Pupin was glad his and his black pals' holiday got official by Biden. So was Alfred). He didn't care anymore. He was reduced to doubt his own birthday if it can be celebrated at all. His paranoia suggested that SOMEONE would be bold enough to ruin it,out of hatred and revenge against him.

After wasting fifteen minutes of laying under bed,he finally,but barely,managed to rise up and,instead of yawning,growled. Before that,he glanced at the table and tapped his left hand to find,pick his glasses and put them back on. Sitting on his bed,he closed his eyes,placed his hand on his head,sunk it beneath his messy hair and let out a frustrated sigh,mumbling:

"These motherfuckers...When will they learn to just leave me in peace and quiet?!"

Alfred let his hand fall down and took the Ziprasidone and Benzodiazepine medicine boxes,and grabbed a glass of water to swallow the pills.

08:30

In the end,he began his day by doing his usual routine. Alfred firstly worked out for an hour in his private gym,took a cold,soapy shower,changed his clothes,checked Griff,and then decided to make a celebratory breakfast. Despite being an early morning and him opening some windows to air up the mansion cool,his bad mood remained unchanged.

He chose to make the American Pancakes for his birthday meal. A bit confident,he cracked his knuckles and opened the fridge to pick up the ingredients. Cooking things relaxes him.

55 minutes later,his pancakes' completion was done. The delicious and sweet smell lingered around the Kitchen and spread itself into other rooms. As the breakfast was served for him alone,he suddenly heard someone's voice coming out of the kitchen near its entrance.

"Do I smell food?"

Alfred turned around to see who spoke out. He was surprised at what he saw. Those moustaches,aging face at late 50s,half-bald hair,black eyes... It was his employee Mick Jefferson,who just woke up and was wondering where could his boss be. Mick wore the summer shirt in a form of the American flag.

"Mick,how come you're here?" Alfred asked,curious.

"What do you mean,Mr. Jones? I was wondering where were you." Mick replied,smiling and approaching him "How did you slept?"

Alfred was kinda inconsistent for asking that question. He forgot that Mick slept in the assigned room he had picked for him since the latter's first day of work in 1998. Mick goes to Alfred's mansion to work there every other week.

"Solidly." Alfred lied,covering his true feelings with a smile "You?"

"Same." Mick replied,then said "Happy Birthday,Alfred!"

Normally,Alfred would reply kindly and enjoy the main holiday together,with fireworks at the end. But now,the describable condition prevented him to genuinely be happy. Not as critical as during last Christmas,but still problematic.

Alfred's eyebrows got droppy and he rubbed his nape,moaning weakly in discomfort.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"Can I eat with you?"

"Sure." Alfred said,moving the chair backwards with his hand "Sit down."

He did. Mick and Alfred ate their shared American pancakes,sitting next to one another. They were astounded by the taste of chocolate and vanilla oozing on pancakes' corners. Breakfast reminded them of numerous past moments where they visited many national parks for holidays or mishaps whenever Mick got caught and punched hard by Alfred after the latter had a bad day or more.

They looked at one another and chuckled. Their relationship were more than a mere connection between a boss to a worker,but akin to close friends,if not a small family of sorts.

When they finished,Alfred and Mick got up from their chairs to insert their used plates into the kitchen sink. While both of them washed their hands on the sink,Alfred,during breakfast,contemplated about many things,feeling that he should seriously reveal some things to Mick.

Now was the time.

"Hey,Mick!"

"Yes?"

"Shall we go outside?" Alfred suggested "I have something important to discuss with you."

"Like what?"

"You'll see." he said "Wait for me at the terrace near the private pool. I'll arrive shortly after I pick up few things from my room before we do."

"Ok."

Alfred and Mick went on their separate paths,Alfred to his room and Mick where Alfred told him to go. Mick caressed and looked at his hand,thinking about what would his boss talk about during the Independence Day. A bigger raise? Its probable,given the fact that,every 4th of July,Mick earns an extra salary bonus. Or is it just an excuse to deliver him a blow. Who knows.

On the other hand,Alfred went back to his room to pick a medication box,an armband and a small picture. Alfred was about to exit his room,but he stopped his moves when he realized that he forgot to do one last thing before meeting with Mick.

He looked at a menacing flag hung onto his wall above his bed for thirty seconds. That flag had a dark blue background color with a black circle,and the two white circles encircling twelve zig-zag lines clockwise was the symbol called Black Sun. Alfred to this day didn't knew its origins,but it appeared out of nowhere after Vietnam War. It was the banner of National Capitalism,which is his upheld ideology. Whenever he gets a mental breakdown,a defeat or a major humiliation,he gets haunted and tormented by its whispers and presence.

This flag is always covered by his actual flag,but taken off whenever he gets home livid. Thus he covered the Black Sun flag with his own,and headed towards Mick.


09:05

Mick was sitting on a sofa waiting for Alfred to arrive. His arms stretched on the back of the sofa,feeling the warm Summer wind flying through his face. The sky was blue filled with white could. The only color left missing was red,so as to represent America and its Patriotism. In fact,the American flag can be seen waving at the top of mansion's rooftop.

He misses his family,his wife and his two children. He couldn't wait for him and his family to travel to a new vacation soon. Yellowstone Park,US' beaches and the Mediterranean were his favorites.

"I'm here!"

Mick turned and placed his hands on his legs. Alfred made an appearance after shouting,cuttting off his meditation. His steps were casual,but his face was full of sadness and bitterness. He brought those three things and placed them on a small desk.

Alfred then went to sit in front of Mick.

"What I'm about to say will reveal my confessions I've hidden for decades,to no one but between you and me." Alfred said while clasping his hands,watching the sky "I want you to bear my words in your mind as if it was a major lecture. Stick with me,Mick."

Mick nodded and started listening.

"As you may know,you were always been my friend and my sole employee in my life." Alfred started confessing,in a same tone as his current emotion "But alas,by itself,life is short. Today we exist,tomorrow we're no more."

"You tell me."

Alfred gave him a reproachful look,frowning at the paved floor.

"Mick,don't interrupt me while I'm speaking." he warned him.

"Whoops,I forgot,sir!...Sorry!"

"Good."

He continued. Mick lit a cigarette.

"We work,fight,stress ourselves,borrow,pay taxes...and then what? Death will come for you. Everything you've accomplished fades away into the void."

"You're lucky you're an immortal,unlike me." Mick said,jealous "As a part of humanity,I and our people have to endure and work for the living,and live life according to its lifespan. You're privileged in that regard."

"Oh,immortality isn't a great privilege one might get after one's birth. It can also be a curse." Alfred explained "I,like every other earthling for each existing political entity,age differently. An earthling may remain a five year old in twenty years,or ten in two. Imagine a man living for half millennia,and yet having to suffer eternal torture after someone shot him in the head. He'll live,but his head will forever have one empty hole,waiting for it to regenerate into normalcy for the next century or so."

Pause.

"You,Mick,could've been an astronaut..."

"Me?!"

"Yes,you."

"An astronaut didn't came to my mind when I studied in high school,Alfred." Mick argued,putting his cigarette onto the ashtray "Job-searching was quite difficult."

"I know it is,and you chose to work for the literal nation in a human body,i.e. Earthling. THAT...is the privilege."

"It's like a citizen working for a Monarch."

"Yes. If you were careless enough to tell the truth behind your allegiance,news from the treasonous MSM would spread the word and Americans would see you as the most privileged person in America,especially if you're 'white',despite your earnings being lesser compared to the likes of Bezos or Soros the Capitalist Judas!"

Mick acknowledges this already. Still today,he sees it as his own personal miracle. And the trouble behind that miracle is that his pay increases and decreases depending on Alfred's monthly mood. Sometimes it becomes 20000 Dollars,other times its zero,like after Alfred came back from Aintisar livid,where he punished him (before beating him up until blood dropped) by banning to give him salary until April,only to end the ban by late February when he finally gotten over it.

"You're right,and I'm happy about it." Mick replied.

Another pause.

"The destiny wanted something you didn't want: You were born under the time of political decadence and turmoil. Your generation,since the end of Bush Sr.'s term,and its successors are completely fucked! The generation which Reagan and Patton defined are now gone! All it now has is pure and simple degeneracy. Like I've told you before,it was unleashed and corrupted by those inbred Leftists and irredeemable Drumpf-worshippers,letting out those BLM niggers,ANTIFA monkeys,OWS spoiled brats,Neo-'Nazis',SJW savages and their two new 'gifts': Postmodernism and Critical Race Theory. In short,they brought chaos."

Mick didn't had anything to say,though his boss' speech is getting psychotic. Those fucking swear words to describe groups the latter hates...

"Over the last thirty years,we didn't had five human beings as presidents of the no-longer greatest country on Earth,but animals from political zoo. These were the Arkansawyer Hyena,Donkey of Mass Incompetence,Ape from Hawaii,Orange Pig and the Sniffing Rat we've elected as our new 'president'. All of five have reversed our human evolution from advancing as humans into reverting towards becoming the reborn Australopithecus'. America has gone to Hell..."

Alfred slowly got up from the sofa.

"I can't stand watching my people succumb to absolute defeatism any longer,Mick!" he shouted,then kept on going with more pity "This entire country,which we've been unfortunate enough to still enjoy its soil,is same as other nations: 99% of us are shepple,politicians are wolves and only you,me and at least one million consist of the sane,hard-working,free,brave and true Americans. Everything what was once great in America has either been exploited by our enemies from all stripes or fled to Poland or Japan!"

"In a way,yes. It does hold some water." Mick answered "Our politicians from both parties have strengthened their capacity for lying while 64 million of us live in poverty,5 million of them live in Third World conditions! It's so SAD,if you ask me..."

It made Alfred to blush and giggle.

"Are you trying to make me feel better,Mickey?"

Mick shrugged his shoulders.

"I was only stating my opinion,Alfie." he said,smiling.

Alfred's face reverted from happy to sad one. He walked towards the seat located on Mick's left side,and sat there.

"In my whole life,from my birth in 1607,I yearned to just be a loyal participant to myself,my people and,yes,my government,back when the last thing DID served America and stayed true to their principals. Back in 50s,for us,Americans,America itself used to be our actual deity to be worshipped and not some 'divine' ghost called God that our Founding Fathers foolishly believed in. Do you know how Americans used to value respect,law and order,back in 80s?

"How?"

"I remember the time when a soldier,high-ranking one or a veteran,or an entrepreneur,say 'I'm an American!'. That was a display of pride." Alfred smiled at Mick "There was no American who hadn't told me 'And I,too,am proud!'...When you came back from a victorious war or present an invention to the populace,be it in New York,Seattle,Washington DC,Boston,etc...the people would act towards you like to an Emperor,to a Hero!"

Yet another silence from Mick. Alfred nodded and was still smiling over those memories.

"History remembered such brave,free and defiant people it used to be. America was once known as the land of opportunity,and our society also valued bravery,merit,strength and pride over cowardice,entitlement,weakness and shame! And look at us now,the society embraced the latter out of guilt of being an America,willing to 'atone' for our 'crimes' against our sworn enemies. All under U-fucking-N's blessing,Anti-War Pacifism and willingness to apologize constantly,together with Leftist fucks who hate us more than they hate their exiting gender! I may tolerate apologies if one has disrespected one's parents or made a mistake,but apologizing over what you are,believe and for your own accomplishments,is THE American cardinal sin!"

At this point,Mick was impatient. Exactly one hour has passed from Alfred's confessional speech.

"Do you know why does today my soul hurt?"

Mick shook his head.

"No answer?" he raised his eyebrow "Its due to the fact that my...I mean our,people are associated with arrogance,corruption,crime,Racism,low intelligence,poverty,vandalism,etc...and because I get little to no respect. I nowadays hear "Fuck you!" all the time whenever I do something right,rather than one simple,grateful "Thank you!"

Alfred thumped his chest for a few times.

"This! This is why my heart hurts..."

"I see..." Mick dismissed "And so,what do you mean by all of this?"

"Two things." he replied "One,life is struggle. Live your life,no matter the difficulties and bad moments,until it expires. And two,I...I..."

Mick turned to Alfred,concerned over his stuttering.

"You,what?"

"I don't feel like celebrating my birthday today,Mick..."

"Why?"

"I've just explained why,idiot." Alfred retorted,also turning "These things demotivate me into doubting my day. Enemies like Arishit,Anislut,Genocidal Brat,Liew,Malik,Dastan,the UN and others,are shoving their middle fingers down my throat in mockery and triumph as they chant "Death to America!",abuse my flag by either standing or burning and by harassing my people and diplomats in their land,all because of how I became great in spite of their envy,wishing that I fall into their 'equal' level."

"Isn't it because you harassed them and destroyed their li- No,no,no. Don't say it,Mick thought. He knows that he'll retaliate and make him say hello to hospital.

"And sadly,they're right. They are winning. Even I would embrace my downfall with open arms,thanks to what I've said one hour ago. I mean," he grabbed the medication box from the desk "why do I use this? To keep my fragile mental health in check amidst the destruction and chaos occurring in America,since my defeat in Vietnam War."

"And the armband?" Mick asked,pointing at it.

"That thing?" he showed the armband "It's the armband of my ideal America,from which it'll solve all of our problems under its glory and freedom. To make the long story short,cancers like Multiculturalism,Diversity,Leftism,Anti-American Education,Elections and Democracy would cease to exist. The UN would start packing to Geneva."

"Into becoming a Dictatorship?"

"Yes. America desperately needs a Dictator to put this long-lasting mess in its place."

His boss is advocating an unironic dictatorship? That's scary enough.

"Do you have any regrets in your actions?"

"Yes I do,but I won't get specific." Alfred told him "Its too late to fix the past no matter the tools we have."

Silence. The morning has reached its peak. Mick was intrigued by this long conversation he had with Alfred. It was perhaps the longest of them all.

Mick looked and picked the last thing on the table. It was a picture showing Alfred and a blondelong-haired girl with a blue street cap,all with happy faces and the American flag behind them. On the starry background,a drawn heart was located.

"Who's that girl?"

Alfred leaned at Mick.

"Carly." he answered "I almost forgot the picture. Silly me."

"Carly? That girl doesn't look like your sibling."

"No,not that Carly. The other one."

"Oh,ok." Mick said,then asked "When was this captioned?"

"On July 4th 2004 at Seattle University,in a saner and less stressful time." Alfred replied "I have a flashback of it."

4th July,2004 - 23:20,Seattle University,Washington State

I was taking a long adventurous walk in the middle of Seattle,a Leftist but private Jesuit university. It was forty minutes before the fireworks will be launched. My reason behind the walk is because I was finding my sibling Sean Russell. He told me that he'll be with me at this university which I stand,after he finishes his fourth milkshake with friends inside a Starbucks cafeteria nearby.

Ugh,Starbucks...Why does it even exist?...

Anyway,I was there walking around the isolated university. Darkness enveloped this place and no one was to be seen there.

Except that one girl.

She was watching the rising fireworks,sitting on a clean grass at the campus. It's as though she was watching stars. I kind of felt sorry for her,seeing her so lonely. Why did she choose to stay alone without her parents' consent is beyond me.

"Hey!" I shouted.

She turned and got up.

"Who's calling?"

I made an appearance and casually walked towards her,smiling with my hands on my pockets.

"I did!"

Carly was shocked seeing my presence. She was trembling in fear.

"W-who are you?" she asked,fearing for her life "Are you about to arrest me? I know it's illegal to be alone at late hou-"

"I'm Alfred Jones,and I don't bite." I answered her "You?"

"I-I...I'm Carlota Zaubery. You can call me 'Carly',if you wish." she replied,shyly.

"Cool name. I have a sister named after your nickname."

"Really? That's nice!" Carly said. Then asked "Do you want to be by my side and watch the fireworks? It's so melancholic."

"Sure!" I said,sitting next to her "Do your parents know you're here?"

"Yes. They allowed me to enjoy the Independence Day. It's also my birthday,believe it or not."

I couldn't believe what I've just heard. Her birthday is also on my own? My dear,this is one huge coincidence,isn't it?

"Same." I replied,joyful.

Carly didn't had a reply,only to give me a compliment of astonishment. We got along easily and,before the midnight hit,we spend that holiday by talking about many topics,telling me that she's studying to become a journalist. I lied that I was studying to become a writer (which I still am,in private).

On the political topic,she told me that she's working on possible solutions to many problems with our country. Her mention of the word 'Welfare' took the account that she's a Leftist,predictably enough. It didn't matter,since we didn't built any problems.

I on the other hand,silly as I had been,ignored her words and just talked about other things. When the midnight reached,a juggernaut explosion of red,white and blue fireworks arrived,to which we jumped abruptly and screamed in joy.

After ten minutes,we said goodbye to one other. She was such a friend for my briefest period of time. Sean was still nowhere to be seen,and I got annoyed and went to the Starbucks cafeteria. It turned out that he got back to his home,long before I assumed he was there.

I've met her again in 2005,2006 (the year when I revealed to her that I was an earthling and not an ordinary human being) and 2007,now with Sean as my company. I introduced him to her on the first year and the episode of 2004 repeated on a similar fashion,having fun. It was sad its only been a yearly meeting. In 2008,however,she disappeared. I spent an entire week searching for her in that city,but she left without notifying me or leaving me a reason why.

"And the last time I saw her was four years later on that same date,this time in Boston,when she returned to celebrate her birthday with her brother Julius." Alfred concluded "I haven't seen her since."

"Touching. Losing a friend in a snap of fingers." Mick said "Do you still have friends?"

"Other than my family,siblings and the very little allies I have,none." Alfred replied,feeling the need to cry "You could argue about Anna,but she's no longer an ally of mine now that she cheats on me more frequently with her low-life neighbors. She cheered when her last true leader was defeated by the treasonous coalition led by Naftali Bennett and his pack of savages. She doesn't deserve to be on our celebration in 2021."

Both Alfred and Mick were about to get up,but the former realized that a tear slipped down his cheek. Emotions have finally hit him.

"If there's one exception to my rule that I'll never establish positive relations with Leftists,it's Carly." he cleaned the tear from his face "Such affection we both had,like an unofficial marriage. I miss her so much..."

Mick spotted the tear and felt sorry for him.

"There,there,Mr. Jones." he told Alfred,trying to comfort him by tapping his shoulder "You'll one day find a friend."

"I hope so."

They exited the terrace at 12:00. Mick thought about cheering his boss up and had an idea. He suggested if he could visit his family,the Jeffersons,in Annapolis for the first time ever. Alfred agreed and asked which vehicle should they use to drive there,car or helicopter. Mick said "car",arguing that he hadn't been inside it for a long time. Alfred accepted the offer.


13:00

By the time they got to the suburb in Annapolis,they got out of the car and Mick pointed out which of these houses was his. They reached the house,rang on the door and someone opened it.

They saw Mick's wife. Alfred was utterly surprised her wife was black.

"Michael,you're finally returned! How was y-" she cut herself,spotting Alfred "Who's that kid over here?"

"That's my boss,honey." Mick introduced him "His name is Alfred Jones."

"Hi." he waved his hand.

"That young man is yo boss?!" she exclaimed "Impossible!"

"It's a really long story,Leah." he explained "Alfred prefers to keep me in privacy for security reasons. I'll explain everything to you after he leaves."

"I see." Leah said,then turned back to call her and Mick's children "Skylar,Blake! There's a new guest wanting to see you!"

Mick and Alfred entered the house and those two children rushed downstairs. The first one was a white female around the same age as Alfred,while the second one was black and ten years younger than her older sister. They asked their parents who's he,and Alfred told them. Alfred ruffled their hair and they were excited over their new guest.

All of them have had fun inside. They ate lunch,played lots of broad games,watched two movies together,and even had Alfred take his glasses off when Skylar requested to see him with his glasses off. Luckily for her,he used concealer before Mick drove him there.

"You're so cute!"

"Thanks!"

Alfred sticked to Mick's warnings that he should behave well and not to resort into using the "N-word" as he sometimes does in his mansion. He also made sure he doesn't go political,but there was a moment of this when Blake asked about the police brutality and who should he vote to solve the problem by the time he reaches 18.

"Don't ever vote,Blake." Alfred advised him "Especially if it's a Democrat like Bernie Sandturds. Never vote for a Democrat."

The turnout went perfectly for all of them,and Alfred's confidence was restored,as well as happiness.

After dinner,Alfred asked them if he could return them a favor.

"All of you!" he called them "Can you join the party in my mansion? It's not that far away."

"Sure,why not!"

23:57

The Jeffersons and Alfred reached his mansion. They were surprised seeing it displayed with colorful party lights peeking from windows. When they opened the door,they saw a horde of people partying at the main hall and elsewhere. A loud music was played,many of them danced,ate,drank and his pet eagle Griff flew around some guests whom he was played with. The birthday cake was partially eaten by them,and a leftover banjo leaned at the Griff's stand,where one of his favorite siblings Bill left it over after getting bored playing with his instrument.

Alfred cleared his throat,making the crowd stop. They turned and sheered loudly,rushing to get the first hug. They were waiting for Alfred to arrive,and were saddened that he wasn't there to party with them. Alfred didn't knew his mansion would get this pilled up,either.

Those guests were all of his siblings,plus Emily,Matthew,Zoey and Jack,the four non-sibling guests.

"Howdy,y'all!" Bill approached them,joyful,hugging Alfred "Welcome to the party! Where were you?"

"I meet with my employee's family,my Bill." Alfred told him,in a natural tone,hugging him back "They're in front of you."

They said "hi" to Bill. Predictably,wherever Bill goes,Carly follows.

"Sup,Al!" Carly called him,also hugging "Happy Birthday!"

"What were you doing while I was gone."

"Well,we've..."

"We've caused the mess in some of your rooms when we had pillow fights,Al." Sean said,entering beneath Bill and Carly's way "I hope you don't get angry."

This was his final unexpectancy. The brown-ginger teen wearing glasses,brown jacket and a green shirt,was the same sibling he told Mick through his flashback.

"Why would I,Sean!" Alfred said "In my birthday,you could do whatever you want...with certain exceptions."

At the last minute,Carly and Bill got upstairs and brought a giant UN flag,hunging over the upper floor fence.

"The fuck?!" Alfred objected,getting angry "What does the UN flag doing here?!"

"You'll like it." Carly assured him,winking.

Bill and Carly kept the UN flag intact as the other two siblings,Lorena Flora and Elijah held two gasoline containers and spilled the fuel onto the flag. The guests and the Jeffersons chanting the countdown to midnight. At the same time,Alfred ordered Mick to press the button.

He did,and the roofs opened wide. The squared rocket launcher came out of the roof and on the final second,it launched fireworks with rapid speed from left to right directions.

Everyone screamed in joy as they burned the UN flag and raised their hands in the air. Alfred fell to his knees,amazed. He had no words to describe such bliss.

His face was frozen,with only stuttering breaths in ecstasy heard.

"Hey!" Bill waved his hand at him "Are you out of the weather?"

"H-h-how did you know my biggest wish?"

"What wish?"

"To permanently leave the UN?"

"Of course it is,Al!" Carly added "You told us all the time!"

A tear slipped through Alfred's eye.

"Best...Birthday...EVER!"

They resumed partying and celebrating. Alfred finally cried in joy. Never before he had seen his sworn enemy's flag being burnt so epically in front of his eyes.

Once the Jeffersons joined in with the guests,Mick and Alfred got upstairs into a terrace,watching the wildness that were the fireworks. The sky was brightly white by their lightening power. The best part? The rocket launcher's fireworks formed the shape of a middle finger,to make the World "go fuck itself" in defiance of everything Alfred's enemies,foreign and domestic,stand for.

He was beyond satisfied.

"A decade more until I retire!" Mick suddenly added,placing his hand on Alfred's shoulder "Right?"

"You have to wait. Until then,enjoy your life." Alfred replied,turning at him "Life gives you challenges and events we'll inevitably grasp each year. One day,we'll witness a new age under the triumph of our will,and cherish its coming for the brighter future ahead of us."

"Perhaps. My biggest gratitude,Al,is to work for you as a proud American,despite the flaws. Thank you."

Alfred held Mick's hand,chuckling.

"You're welcome,my friend."


Here's the fourth Non-SW fanfic. I made this in tribute to Fourth of July - slytherinroja/art/NV-Happy-birthday-America-884632305

Thanks for reading.