The faces of America
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America,
A loud and obnoxious burger loving hero obsessed idiot
But what's behind that smile,what's going inside his head?
Well he might not show it but America has a split personality disorder he mostly or tries to ignore their comments but they never stop bugging America to what they want him to do and with their different personalities and opinions how can he do that
Until one day in one of the meetings they became loud and got into a fight with eachother and America had to be the one who got the consequences his personalities started show and the nations started to notice but America left and didn't came to next meeting but what happens when a child come to meeting instead of America?well instead of Alfred
Personalities
Jones-the most serious and smart part of him he's mostly used in meetings or wars
Allen-the more rebelling and evil part of him he is used to fight in wars
Amelia-the female,and motherly part of him mostly to take care of the states
Alden-he is the depressed and pessimistic part of him and was made when the Great Depression began
Alfie-the childish part of him because Alfred grew up to fast he's there because Alfred still acts like a child
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