America's Autism [COMPLETE]

Alfred?

Basically America struggling in a World Meeting. Poor baby.
WILL END IN RUSAME XD

"I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't want to!" 

I sigh and do the taller man's tie. "I know you don't, Alfie. Now stay still. I have to tie this." Alfie grumbles, 'I don't want to."

He has a habit of repeating phrases when upset. I poke Alfred's belly, earning a whine and an adorable pout from him. Alfred sure is adorable sometimes. 

"Pancakes are ready, bitches!" Tony yells in alien-speak.
Alfred flies up and tears off down the stairs to the pancakes, nearly side-swiping Estrella, who is whistling and attacking her bed head with a hair brush. I laugh too, sighing. "He's your brother."

"No, he's yours, hermano." Estrella says, laughing as she expertly twists her hair into a bun.

Wow. I always wonder how girls do that. I've tried buns, but all I do is break hair bands. Ah well. According to Prussia, I look kind of like a rocker guy with my hair style. Figures. 

We run downstairs laughing, the giggles intensifying upon seeing Alfred bouncing up and down while Tony fills his plate up. "Patience, jackass. Here."

Tony has been cooking lately, due to him needing something to do while Alfred's gone and a certain incident with an absent-minded American and burnt pancakes.

Alfred squeals and sits down, giggling as he eats them in record speed.
Too soon, it's time for Alfred to go potty, find all his plushies, grab all his snacks, hug Tony and his stuffed bunny, and then we're off.
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Alfie POV
I rock in my seat, grumbling, "I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to." Why should I go to these dumb meetings. We never do anything worthwhile. There's no point!!!!!
My face twists into an angry pout when I see Ivan. Stupid Ivan!!!! He's so annoying!!!
Ivan smiles at me. "Privyet, Alfredka." I make an angry noise. Mattie sees my face going red and snickers. "Sexual tension, huh?"
I punch him in the leg under the table.
"America, ve, time to present! Good luck!!!"

I smile and go up to the podium. Fake smile, because I'm so nervous I can't focus on anything else. Well, except the whole world staring at me. But whatever.

How did Hamilton do this?

Right. Don't throw away my shot. This is my chance to get my point across. Share my opinion.

I truly smile and start talking. At first it's quiet, but then I get excited and do that thing where I shout and wave my arms. When I'm done talking, I open my eyes and dash to my seat. I hear claps, and I smile wide, proud of myself.
~~~~~~~~~~ the meeting is chaos
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I cry and rock in my seat. At first it went ok. I listened to others talk and I was happy so I rocked and ate my snacks. But then Korea and China had to start fighting, and EVERYONE ELSE just had to join in!
A piece of paper lands on my face, and I start screaming, curling in a ball and rocking so hard it makes me dizzy. Then, I hear a smacking sound.
"YOU ASSHOLE HOSER MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!! Come on, Alfred." He scoops me up and grabs our backpack.
The hallway is so nice and cool. My screaming sobs fade to sad little whimpers as he wraps a big thick blanket around me and gives me snacks and my plushies. I rock, my whimpers fading away into happy squeaks and giggles. I happily giggle as he opens a Coke for me. "That's right, buddy. You're ok now."
I hug him. "I love you Mattie!!!!!!"
He chuckles. "Love you too, Alfie."

Lol this chapter should be renamed 'And Canada Kicked Ass'