A/N: TW - Mention of War/War about to happen.
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His fingers anxiously drummed against the sleek wooden table as his foot anxiously tapped against the floor.
President Winsor was waiting for an important call, one that would change his whole country's power in the UN.
It was one call from Cecilia Rockdale that would change the way the world saw his country.
The blue telephone was the only thing out of place in the dark, brown study. Apart from that telephone, the walls were a shade of dark brown, covered with portraits of previous presidents, the book shelves stood high, also made of brown oak wood , and filled with old hardcover books. Apart from the sky blue telephone, everything else was not in his focus.
President Winsor was waiting for the ringing of the telephone, which signalled his country's fate, but there was only the steady tick of the clock and a hum from the AC that was heard.
By now, his tie was loosely hung on his neck, his blazer on the back of his chair and his sleeves rolled back. There was a tiny stain on his shirt, that was barely visible but it meant a lot.
His attention slipped, for maybe a millisecond as he focused on the red dot splattered on the contrasting white, when he was suddenly startled by the ring of the telephone. Nerves kicked in
as he quickly straightened himself, as if the person on the other side of the line could see him, before reaching over with a shake-y hand and lifting the receiver to his ear.
"President Albert Winsor of America speaking." He states, shaking of the nerves and silent quivers that shot through his body.
"Hello, yes, this is Prime Minister Dorothy Seline from Australia," She said hurriedly, "I have important news. Is this a good time?"
"I am expecting a call very soon, so it would be great if you could be quick, but yes, now if just fine." He replied, his hand unconsciously reaching over to a pen which he spun in his hands.
"That's fine," She says, "We recently received a warning from the United kingdom to warm you of incoming-" She was suddenly cut out by another ring from the phone.
"Hang on-" The president says, "I need to get this call, I'm so sorry, we'll get back to this later, or you can send me an email. Have a good day."
He cut the call quickly, waiting for no reply as his nerves and excitement flew through the roof.
"President Albert Winsor from America." He says formally.
"Hello, this is Cecilia Rockdale from the UN." A woman's voice says from the other end of the line, "We have come to a decision that America has permission over the UN until we can find a more- uh.. responsible president to lead us."
"Thank you, so much, America promises to lead by example." He replied, while trying to contain his excitement.
"We hope on it. Do not disappoint us." Cecilia replied, "We will hold the reading of the oath on the 5th of May, at 10 am. We will send you all the details by mail soon."
"Thank you, goodbye." He replied.
"Goodbye, President Winsor, and good luck." She replies before the line cuts off.
Bubbling with excitement, the president quickly gets up and walks over to the door, expecting to make it outside. But he doesn't.
Because in that moment, he remembers the call from Dorothy Seline.
He should call her back, he said he would.
But was it now the time?
Instead, he could go out, get a drink, and spend time with his family.
Do something other than work..
But she had said it was important. Maybe he could call her and hope she'd finish quickly, and if not, then tell her he had to go because he was busy.
With a heavy sigh, Albert walked over and dialled the number that had previously called him.
One ring, two rings, three rings.
Impatience boiled within his chest as he tapped his foot, waiting for the president at the other side to pick up.
Seven rings later, the call forwarded to voicemail and the president's eyebrows furrowed.
If something was so important , then why couldn't she pick up?
Then the phone rang again, and Albert picked it up with an annoyed look on his face.
"President Albert Winsor speaking." He grit out.
"This is Timothy Anderson, one of the private guards for President Seline, she's been assassinated, and Germany has declared war against the Allies. We need all the help we can get." He says as quickly as possible while President Winsor felt his heart sinking, "Our country is going into lockdown but there has been news sent that bombs will be dropped soon over Darling Harbour, and the parliament houses, including yours and the UK's. We need you out of there and in UK as soon as possible. You need to leave now, but be careful. There are traitors."
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A/N: :O
ISK WHAT THIS WAS.
My dad gave me like a stimulus as told me to write about it and I kinda just wrote it here..
It's very- different, from what I usually write..
But meh.
Thoughts?
Love,
Ava!! <333
