A flashback.

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Months before the start of the blog.

No one really knows how the secret got out, no, April 7th was like any other day. The family got up and ate breakfast as usual when suddenly Alfred's phone rang. Followed by Ivan's.

The two countries excused themselves, both saying it was their boss. The states weren't unused to it, the states often get called by their boss too. We are gonna follow Alfie because...Reasons.

Alfred answer the phone with his usual mask of stupid fat American "Sup boss dudette, what's up?" 

"Alfred, this is serious. I don't knowhow it happened but the nations were revealed to the public sometime last night." his boss said quickly, the woman seemed frazzled (Let a girl dream that there will one day be a good president that happens to be a woman.)

"Does anyone know my identity?" Alfred says suddenly serious

"No, but the public wants to know. I have set up a public conference to reveal your identity." She says

Alfred runs a hand through his hair "Do they know about the states?"

"No, they don't seem to know" She responds

"Good, okay I'll be at the conference but the states stay out of this. Their protection is my top priority." Alfred says firmly

"Wouldn't have it any other way, but Alfred please don't use that mask." She says

"I'm sorry Mrs. President, I can't do that." He says and she sighs

"I will stand by you, and so will my wife. Even if you torture yourself more with that stupid ass mask." She says

"Thank you." Alfred says before hanging up. He then tears at his hair a bit before heading to the living room and turning on the TV.

"Last night it was revealed that we have been living with beings of power that are personifying the nations themselves. While no one knows the identity of these nations, much less the identity of our own nation, the public wants to know. The U.S president is addressing this now." 

The screen changes to a woman with fluffy black hair on top of chocolate skin, she was wearing a suit and had a pin of the American flag. "I know the public want's to know who America is, but it's up to America to be revealed. I have spoken with our personification and they have agreed to go to a conference I have scheduled for a tomorrow. So, please save any and all questions for tomorrow." 

The press started to yell over each other but she just nodded softly and left the stage she was on. Alfred frowned slightly and started flipping through different news channels. All of them covering the same things, he even went to some international channels. He stopped on the Russian one where they were speaking in quick Russian that Alfred could follow, he feels someone gently brings him to their chest and he knows it's Ivan. 

"It'll be okay Fredka. we'll get through this." Ivan whispers softly and Alfred just nods. 

"The states are safe, I don't care if my own citizens tear me down as long as they're safe," Alfred says softly. Ivan visibly frowned but didn't comment.

Time skip to the next day brought to you by me in my pride outfit.

The next day Alfred dressed in his usual outfit for any world meeting, his bomber jacket was like a safety blanket. It made him feel as if everything was okay when really it wasn't. He was lead to the conference in a black car with tinted windows. He frowned as they passed a group of protesters with signs that were hating on nations. 

He was lead out of the car and smiled when he saw his current boss, she smiled at him encouragingly and immediately came over. "Hey, boss, how you holding up?"

"You know to call me Natalie, I've told you a hundred times. Plus, I should be asking you that!" The president now named Natalie insisted

"I've been doing okay, considering." He said

"Are you getting too much paperwork? I keep telling you to let me help get rid of a lot of it! You have other things to worry about! How are the kids?" She says

"The paperwork sucks regardless, and of course my babies are being the beautiful little sh- Um angels they always are, "Alfred says rubbing his neck previously

"We should get going, they want to meet you!" Natalie says happily

"No, they want to point their hatred  towards America at me."Alfred corrected and Natalie sighs

"It'll be okay," Natalie says and Alfred just nods

Natalie locks arms with Alfred and smiles at him, he smiled back before forcing on his Hollywood smile to show he isn't scared. They are lead out to a table with a cup of water and microphones. Natalie and Alfred sit in their appropriate spots but we all know everyone was looking at Alfred. They were wondering who he was, all the tag in front of him said was Alfred F Jones.

A few more government officials showed up such as the first lady Lauren, who smiled at Alfred gently. Alfred smiled back, his mask slipping for a second to show how he was really feeling. Lauren wanted to dote on him like a mother but she couldn't because it was starting.

"Hello everyone, welcome to those who are here today, and thank you for your time to those at home. I know you are anxious for a proper introduction so, without further delay. The United States of America!" Natalie says and gestures for Alfred to stand.

His reluctance was not shown as he stood, he smiled at the crowd with a huge smile made from fake happiness. They looked at him with large eyes.

"Hey dudes, I'm America and I'm the Hero!" He said loudly, internally cringing at himself.

He could feel the awe in his people turn quickly to bitter disappointment and it hurt, a lot but this is what the other countries expect of him and he's determined to keep them from knowing.

A/N- Heylo everyone! I apologize for taking so long to update. I want there to be three interconnected storylines all connected to one blog. The first is the video's taken by the cameras. The second an ask vlog run by the southern queens and finally, a series of flashbacks because I felt like it. But, I felt just publishing one part of a story evertine sucks so I decdided I'm gonna try (keyword here is try) To update them all at the same time.

What is editing?

Au revoir!

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