A Hidden Chapter

A Different Type of Alliance

Inspired by and dedicated to Rory-Kirkland.

Day One

Alfred sat at his desk at the White House completing his paperwork with his headphones on, bobbing his head to some classic Michael Jackson.

"Hmm, maybe after I finish this batch I could go get something to eat?" Alfred thought as he bit his pen cover. "I think there's a McDonalds around here somewhere, or maybe a subway. Ugh I'm so freaking sick of fast food but I don't have time to actually make something."

"Excuse me Mr. Jones," A young secretary interrupted. "The President would like to see you in his office right now."

"Alright," Alfred sighed as he ran a hand through his thick, blond hair. "I'll be right there."

The secretary nodded and quickly left the room wondering why such a young boy was working in the office anyways. Alfred made sure that none of his scars and self harm marks were showing and that he looked presentable before leaving to go to the office.

The Secret Service members who stood at the door nodded and immediately let Alfred through having recognized him from his prior visits.

"Hello Alfred," The President greeted. "Have a seat my boy I have a few things I need to talk to you about."

"You know I'm way older than you right?" Alfred asked as he sat on the offered chair. "Like at least 900 years older."

"But you still look like a child, only 15 or so years. I'm sure you could pass for younger in fact." The president pointed out. "Well anyways, I need to ask you a favor or two."

"What exactly does it involve?" Alfred asked dreading adding something else to his already packed schedule.

"I need you to stay over at China's house for a week to help improve political relations," The President requested. "It's only a week Alfred so stop with that look on your face. You actually look more like 15 with that pout, something I'm sure the Mrs. would call cute."

"I'm not cute," Alfred said with a pout. "I'm manly and tough. And I guess staying for a week wouldn't kill me."

"Excellent!" The President said with a wide smile. "You leave in an hour."

"Wait what? I thought you meant like in a week! I have things to do before I can leave!" Alfred protested.

"Don't worry, I anticipated you would agree. I'll have someone feed your pets and have a few agents on your property at all times," The President waved off. "All you have to do is pack your bags."

Alfred nodded resigned and left to collect his paperwork and get someone to drive him to his home. He packed his suitcases with mostly contained long sleeve shirts, socks, his favorite blanket, eagle stuffed animal, jeans or sweatpants, underwear and toiletries.

Another secret service agent drove him to a private landing strip and helped him put his suitcases in the plane. He sat in his usual chair and pulled out some paperwork to do on the long flight to China.

"...I never did get something to eat," Alfred thought as his stomach rumbled. "And airplane food sucks."

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"Aiyah the stupid American is coming today," China grumbled as he prepared the guest room. "I don't want to deal with him if its not for a meeting. I'm sure he's nothing but a slob and will leave my beautiful house dirty."

The Chinese nation walked down the stairs and went to pick Alfred up from the Chinese airport.

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