America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

His American Wife (France) (Part 1)

"France."

It took a few moments for America to realize what her boss just said, much less even respond.

"Can you repeat that please Mr. President?"

Her boss winced before complying. "It was France who asked for this marriage alliance America."

America stared at her boss for a moment and a half, and when she noticed that the man was shifting uncomfortably, she was quick to compose herself.

"And why would he wish for a marriage alliance with me?" she asked.

"It's been happening for some time now, but as you may have heard, the economy has not being going well, and despite the charity money that's been sent their way, the problem has not improved. France's boss was hoping that through this alliance, the economy would be fixed before riots break out."

"How does he expect us to help?" America asked.

"Do you remember when our population dwindled in the last few years?" asked the President. "Thanks to that, our own economy has increased and pollution has decreased, which may continue to improve for decades to come. France sees this as an opportunity to help his own economy and those who are struggling at the moment."

"Forgive me Mr. President, but if I recall correctly, France's problem is caused from overpopulation itself. Why does he not try to pass a law prohibiting the birth of anymore children until the problem is fixed?"

"Because it could take years for that to take effect, and the economy could grow worse around that time. You know this America."

America did, unfortunately. Still, she supposed she should've seen this coming, as France did look rather ill whenever he came into meetings. Of course, despite many of the countries expressing concern for him (England being among them), America felt nothing. She knew that France was going to bring this up during the meeting and may or may not blame his problems on her, demanding her to fix it like he always had.

And while he did bring it up, he didn't dare to bring America up.

At least he was understanding that his problems were not her concern at that time. She wasn't his mother, and she had made it perfectly clear that she was not going to help them with their problems if it didn't affect her in any way.

She wanted them to know that she was done being their babysitter.

But now...

"Forgive me again for voicing my opinion Mr. President, but how do we know that he doesn't expect something else from this?"

"Why do you say that?" asked the man.

"Mr. Bonnefoy is not exactly a good man Mr. President, and he was not afraid of hurting me whenever he could, all because he couldn't accept his own weaknesses. He also would not hesitate to claim my children for himself if he was aware of their existence centuries ago, and perhaps would've treated me like a whore."

"Watch your language America."

"Forgive me."

The President rested his chin on his fingers. "But I understand your concerns America, France was far from a good man all those years ago, and I don't blame you for feeling afraid for yourself and your children, but remember, times have changed, and the French need assistance. They don't want their children or family members to be in the middle of riots or, god forbid, go hungry. I know you can attest to that."

America clenched her teeth as she remembered the Great Depression and how much pain her people and her children were in during those times.

Damn this.