The American Empire: The Plan

Chapter One: Political Fear

A/N: General warning to readers. There may be mentions of, and possibly more, mature content. As I do not know everyone's tolerance levels I will say that content will include, but not be limited to, the following: drugs/alcohol, violence/warfare (of varying sorts), abuse and sexual references.

I do not have everything in this series planned out, so I'm giving a general word of caution now.
I will give a warning at the beginning of each chapter that includes any explicit content.
Other than that, enjoy.

His pen scratched over the paper, the clipboard propped up on his thigh. Voices clashed through the air, sailing through his ears. The individual phrases only vaguely catching in his mind.

Ink raced from the tip of his pen, making connections to names and places; notes for later. It was meticulously worked out. Every action and it's affect, every reaction from another and from his own. In fact, that would be the first step: getting his own people under control. There had been many people before him, many that had failed in their attempts over time. Some that had survived. He knew there was a chance of failure, but he didn't let it stop him. He let the caution encourage him as he thought all of it out.

He let a few papers fall down over his notes and closed the folder that made the clipboard, concealing the papers from sight. Giving the pen a quick click, he hung the utensil on the folder. He quietly placed the clipboard on the dark, polished, wood of the table. His hand rose to his neck, a finger pulling at the stuffy collar of his suit for only a moment.

The meeting was wrapping up, they were just now moving on to the closing subject. "A few voiced they would like to discuss the American presidential elections," Germany informed the room. "America, is there anything you would like to start us off with?"

"I'm not sure there's much to say," he said with a shrug. "Everyone seems to know my politics as well, if not better, than myself."

Austria spoke up, "You know there can't be certain truth to that, America."

"I'm not sure there's much to discuss either way. It looks like either Hilary will be elected, or my president isn't going to be allowed in certain countries and Russia and I'll be good friends."

"I do not see problem with that," Russia said.

"Of course you don't see a problem," Hungary interjected.

"I do agree with America," France said. "It does not seem like we can do much about this election, especially since it will be drawing to a close soon."

America would later make a note in his papers based from France's words. Not now, no. Suddenly deciding to take notes during discussion on a subject he knew so well wouldn't do well in being very discrete.

"Is there really nothing we can do to prevent Trump from being elected?" England asked. All attention was given to America.

"I can't choose the president," America stated. "It's up to the delegates."

"How are you so okay with this? I thought you hated the man!" a voice cried out.

"I cannot persuade the vote in any way, neither can my states. You forget that, like all of you, I am a personification of the United States government and it's people. I don't choose, they do."

"You act as if you have given in," Germany observed.

"There's not exactly very much I can do about it."

"I wish you the best, America, as I'm sure everyone else does." America would make a note later about his words.

"For our own sakes," a voice muttered.