If I had a chance, only had one chance
To wish a wish and make that wish come true
If you and I could be born once again, then
After all, I- again, I- I'd still want to meet you
Years later after the Revolutionary War…
"Are you sure about this, Mr. America? This is all too sudden; at least that's what I think. I mean, going there without prior notice..." Toris sounded worried, handing Alfred his trademark jacket.
"Nah, don't worry about me dude, I'll be fine. And you can take a day off while I'm gone, or go on a date with Natalya. It's up to you on how you wanna spend your day off." Alfred said, winking at him.
"Well, if you say so, then I'll be taking my leave now. Take care, Mr. America!" Toris said, heading back into his office.
"Am I making the right choices? I wonder if he will still forgive me..." those questions ran through Alfred's mind as he was making his way to the airport, and bid farewell to his capital.
He took a deep breath, and made his way to his designated gate.
Well, here goes nothing.