You ran into a tall blonde man with a brown bomber jacket. He has glasses and bright blue eyes – which you love. ‘’Dude, you can’t run into the hero!!’’ the man exclaimed, ‘’Anyways, what’s your name?’’ You start shaking slightly at the way he had yelled. ‘’Hello? Dude, you ok??’’ He asked. ‘’You yelled at me.’’ You said quietly, a small frown forming on your face. The man began to frown as well. ‘’Dude, I’m sorry..that’s just how I talk. What’s your name?’’ You finally ended up choking it out. ‘’My name is ______.’’ The man smiled and grabbed your hand. ‘’I’m America – the hero!’’ He yelled again. You just chuckled a little. ‘’Very funny.’’ you replied, completely unaware that this man actually was America – the human personification, that is.
You wanted to ask if he could prove it. But..how? How could he prove he was a nation? And, come to think of it, he was probably just another ordinary man. No different than you.
But he wasn't.
It seemed silly to ask him to prove it, seeing as he might flip out if you DID ask. Maybe he made a mistake. Maybe he wasn't allowed to tell anyone. And he'd overreact - he seemed like someone to do so. He'd be going through a 'mid-life crisis', even though you wouldn't tell anyone about his secret if he simply asked you not to.
He was weird. You liked it. Nervously, you choked out words. ''Hey,'' you started. ''Want to hang out? I know a coffee shop nearby we could go to.'' To your surprise, he took your hand and smiled.
This was going to be a long, but amazing day.
