Ah, the world is a beautiful place represented by beautiful people.
But there are some special people who just so happen to find you interesting.
I guess sometimes, the world can find you beautiful too.
Cover does not belong to me.
Stray debris littered the surrounding area. The normally endless blue sky was clouded in dust and smoke, the sun nowhere to be found.
You held the calloused, bleeding hand of the once impossibly powerful country that now lay on the rubble of what was once the empire state building.
Most of the people had already evacuated New York after hearing it had a higher threat rate than ever before.
Kneeling down as tears ran down your face was you, staring back into the blue eyes of Alfred Jones.
With World War III in at the peak of it's destruction, Alfred had been getting weakened down by Russian forces.
Ivan was a nice man, but tensions between Ivan and Alfred were high and almost everyone chose a side to bet on.
You were a decently powerful country, and at a point in time, someone to be feared. Not anymore. Times change and you have too. Something you resented.
Alfred took of his glasses, in which the right lens has cracked and the left lens was already completely shattered, and tossed it aside.
"A-Alfred, please hold on, I can help make this better-just wait."
You desperately pressed down on his largest wound with a cloth. But he was bleeding out so quickly.
"Come on Alfred, just a few more minutes!"
Alfred placed a hand on your shoulder.
"You know I love you, right?" He whispered softly.
You nodded slowly, in fear of what was coming next.
"Take care of everyone while I'm gone. I've still got a large population to sustain. It wouldn't be very heroic of me not to leave them to someone I trust."
"N-No I can't-"
"Please."
Through a shaky whisper and tear-filled eyes, you finally uttered, "Ok."
And so America fell.
~TIMESKIP TO YEARS LATER~
You sat in the (C/N) embassy of what used to be America, filling out paperwork.
Although the territory now belonged to you, it didn't feel right to you and you decided to stay on the home soil of the embassy.
The reconstruction of what people now call, "The American Territory of (C/N)" was almost complete.
The empire state building was in the process of being rebuilt to the same height it was before.
It was your territory now, but you wanted to keep it the way Alfred left it.
You glanced at the clock and realized you had somewhere to be. You put down your pen and sighed. Standing up and walking down the hall, your shoes clicked against the marble flooring out into the lobby and out the doors.
~TIMESKIP TO 4 HOURS~
You were in your hotel room in Washington D.C. that you stayed in every year, rearranging your things. You took something out of your bag, slipped it in your pocket and walked out of the hotel room doors.
You walked in a route you've memorized over the years.
Taking a deep breath, you walked through the gates of the cemetery, looking for a certain grave.
It really was a grave Alfred would have wanted. Carved like the American flag, stars, stripes, and all.
R.I.P Alfred F. Jones ??/??/?? - ??/??/?? Always a hero.
You let out a small smile.
"I'm doing it Alfie. I'm taking care of your people. If you could only just come back so you could do it with me."
You took out the item from your pocket and laid it on the dirt. You got it from Arthur. After all, he was the only one you knew to get it from. It was something very special to him you'll never understand.
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