Hello lovelies! Sorry about any updates I missed! I decided the next chapter should be longer than those rubbish ones I wrote in school, so here we are! I'm kind of curious about what people think I am like in real life, since we all know your internet self is different than your real self.

Let's get into the story!

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"Good morning, Mr. President,"

Donald Trump nodded to the guard. It was his second day as the President, and he had been told he was going to an orientation of sorts. He walked through the elegant halls, pausing once to look at a painting hanging on the wall. It pictured George Washington, along with some other important looking men. One man stood out. He was younger than the others, with blond hair and bright blue eyes. Trump lingered for a second, before hurrying down the hall after realizing he was going to be late.

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"PUT ME DOWN!"

"NOT UNTIL YOU TAKE IT BACK"

"YOU BIG CHEATER!"

"THAT WAS TWO YEARS AGO, ANKLE-BITER!"

"NEW YORK! GET OFF OF NEW JERSEY!"

"I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!"

"STOP QUOTING BROADWAY!"

Mr. Trump was confused. Was he outside of the wrong meeting room? He checked the slip of paper in his right hand. Yep, this was the right place. Donald pushed the door open and his eyes widened. There were dozens of teenagers in arguments, fights, and… wait. Was that the young man from the painting? Yes, it was! He was standing next to a short woman with red hair, looking extremely tired. She was tired too, but considerably less so. She caught sight of the new President, running a hand through her hair. She closed her eyes like a tired mother, and screamed, "EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Everyone flinched at the volume of her voice. Trump swear he saw some kid fall from the ceiling. They all rushed to their seats, trying to avoid the wrath of the small woman. She smiled sweetly, and nodded towards the man from the painting. He smiled brightly, whipped out some of those radical finger guns, and winked like the model he was. This obviously had no effect on the woman, or the gay af author, for that matter. She just gave him a flat stare, to which he stopped his… flirting? Teasing? Well, whatever he was doing, he stopped, and walked up to the new President.

"Welcome to the White House, dude!"

Trump felt scandalized. Had this man called him, the President of the United States, dude?

"I am the President! You will address me as so!"

"Yeah," said one of the children in a drawn out manner, "Good luck with that."

Trump glared at the child, replying with an edge in his god-awful voice, "And who might you be?"

"Oh! Mon nom est Louisiana!"

"Like the state?"

"Oh my! This one is smart!"

The child was dark skinned and female, with a slight french accent. She was smirking, as if she knew something you didn't. Trump was angry at the child for disrespecting him in this way. He stepped forward, only to be blocked by the young man.

"Okay! Thats enough!", he laughed nervously, "Now, why don't I introduce myself! I'm

Alfred F. Jones, also known as America!"

The man, now dubbed Alfred, struck a hero pose, obviously waiting for a response from the cheeto. Trump gave him an odd look, trying to figure out what he meant.

"I sure I don't know what you mean."

"FORGET YOURSELF!" screamed a boy in a sing-song voice, who looked a lot like Alfred. Maybe they were related?

"SHUT UP, NEW YORK!" yelled a girl who looked about the same age. Some of the other teens saw this as an invitation to continue any fighting that had taken place before Donald had entered.

Alfred sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Maybe we should do this somewhere quieter. They can get pretty crazy…"

Alfred led him into an adjoining room. He was followed by of the younger children, who were looking overwhelmed, which happened often. The reason America had chosen this meeting room was because of the room they occupied now. It gave the more sensitive states a quiet place, away from the chaos.

Trump sat down on one of the chairs in the small room and looked at Alfred expectantly. A little girl, who was about seven or eight, ran up to the blond and was immediately picked up and placed on his hip. The child stared at the new President before declaring, "I don't like him very much."

The other children started to giggle at the blunt comment. Trump swore he saw Alfred hold back a laugh. Who were these people?

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Thanks for reading the first part! I can't wait to show you guys the next part! I'm not going to update every day from now on, because writing was basically all I was doing.

I'm looking for a registered beta to proofread my works, so if you're available, just PM me!

Thanks for reading! Selamat tinggal lovelies!