A/N : here we go again with my terrible writing lmao (721 words)
Alfred was just going to go to the world meeting, put up his idiotic act, then go home and do his... paying work :). By that, it means he's a hit man. So basically it is nation by day, hitman by night. So back to how he thought his day was going to go, it didn't exactly turn out that way.
"Yes I know this is important, but I have to go to a work conference! I won't be able to clean myself up before I get there."
'I know, I know. But he's targeting me. If you want your money, you'll do the job.'
Alfred was silent for a moment, then he made a decision that would possibly change his life forever.
"Fine."
Alfred quickly took his meeting clothes off and changed into a button up shirt and black pants. He grabbed his gun and went out of the door.
When he found the target, he simply hid in an alleyway and made meowing noises to get his attention.
Stupid right?
Well it worked, so he hid behind a trash bin, and when the man came close to the bins, still not noticing Jones, he shot the gun, getting red blood all over his clothes. He sprinted out of the action, as he got multiple peoples attention.
Jones got in the car and quickly held his handkerchief, wiping most of the blood off his face. His eyes flashed towards the digital clock in his car.
6:15.
'fuck."
He had only 15 minutes to get to the meeting.
'It was time they knew anyway.'
He hoped he would not regret his decision as he sped off to the building where the meeting took place.
Once he got there, he simply walked in, right past the lady at the front desk, who was used to this, as he usually came in earlier and got cleaned up there.
"Room 420, Mr.Jones!"
She yelled as he passed her,
"Thanks, Anissia."
He gave her his hollywood smile as he passed. Once he got in the hallway he chuckled, "420 blaze it." He looked at the time, he had 5 more minutes to get to the room, he really couldn't believe he was doing this, but he had too, they were going to find out anyway. He speed walked to the elevator and pressed the number 4, ready to face his fears.
He was only 5 minutes late when he got there, and he could already hear the bickering.
He set his gun in his hidden pocket and took a deep breath.
"You can do this, Jones."
He slammed the doors open and simply walked to his seat, right next to Canada.
He heard the nations whispering in shock before England finally spoke up.
"Where the bloody hell have you been!? And why are covered in blood!?"
And France followed right after the Englishman, "Oui! Are you alright?"
Jones grew a smug look on his face, earning a disappointed, but knowing look from his brother.
"What's with the smug face, hamburger bastard!?" He heard South Italy join in.
Soon the nations were all asking "Alfred" about what happened to him, before he said four simple words that confused them all (Except Canada.)
"That's not my name."
"Ve~ What do you mean?"
"Yes, Alfred vat is zis?"
"Like I said, Alfred is not my name."
"Then why do you look exactly like him!?" A random nation called out.
"I'm Jones. A different personality of Al's. Nice to meet ya."
That's when the whole room dissolved into chaos.
"WHAT!?"
"How didn't we know about this!"
"This is highly unprofessional, aru..."
There was multiple exclamations from different nations. But one stood out.
"But why are you bloodied?!"
Jones turned towards the nation, which happened to be Arthur, as he spoke.
"I'm a hitman. I killed someone right before i got here" He said with a grin that shot shivers down everyone's, including Ivan's, spine.
Everyone forgot how scary America could be. But this was a reminder.
And if they didn't catch on soon, they would pay for it.
But not with money.
But with their land and success.
A/N: Alright, how was it? It was short I know, but it's 3am, give me a break.)
