The Inauguration

Trump's just been elected President of the USA.
So many plans, and only four years to do it.
He knows Obama isn't happy with the results, so why does he look so smug at the inauguration?
Shrugging it off as a nothing thing, he walks into the White House.
He made it.

Staff are busying themselves around- but wait.
What's the thumping noise that seems to be coming from the Oval Office?

His security follow him to where he will be spending most of his days as the President.
And there, on the table, is a man who is busy singing and dancing to Party in the USA.
His name is Alfred F. Jones.

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A Hetalian fanfic about America's active rebellion against Trump.
Literally.

-Obviously do not own Hetalia-
-Owns plot and is not afraid to come after you if you do the stealing-