Alfred likes freedom. Obviously. That's pretty much his brand. But like every country before him, life's not prefect. Trauma is different for everyone, as well as their way of coping with it. 'Freedom' is just his way of expressing and explaining it. ~Hetalia ~Rusame !CURRENTLY BEING HEAVILY EDITED! Actual America sucks and is corrupt. I don't sympathies or believe the country I live in has done nothing wrong. I'm still kinda weary about writing anything about Hetalia because of this pretty shitting world. I'm especially weary of writing about America/Alfred because of this,and how stupid people are in America.

The country America has never had a representative. That is something that is well known. What is not well known is the identity of the blue eyed and wheat colored hair of the teenage boy that crashed into a world meeting. And said teenage boy intends to keep it that way... through any means necessary. Preview: Suddenly, the glass window broke,and a teen tumbled through and landed roughly on the table. Some nations shrieked in surprise while others simply looked on in curiosity. The teenage boy was still for a few moments before slowly standing up and wiping some of his blood off his face. He grimaced before crouching on the meeting table and scanning the room. Once he did, his blue eyes widened in shock and jaw dropping, he groaned,"Oh shit. Boss is so going to kill me."