Alfred F. Jones

I'm going to make another version of this account because I sadly can't get into it anymore. I'll post the username of that account soon and transfer the stories on here over there.

I'm sorry for not being on this account much aaaaah-

Francis was talking with Alfred about Holy Rome's alleged 'death' over the phone, he was revealed to be alive and in a comatose, hidden away in Denmark's care, as Francis couldn't bring himself to care for him, knowing he had been the one to stab him. He revealed that he had done so because he heard Ludwig's boss talking about how they planned to have Gilbert sacrifice him, as they feared having two people represent Holy Rome would spell doom, so they were to give Gilbert a choice: Ludwig or Otto, and if he didn't comply with either, they'd end Gilbert. Francis suddenly entered a flashback. He saw younger Francis gasp at hearing what Ludwig and Otto's boss had said, terrified. He had been sent to spy on the enemy, but he had pretended to accept the mission so he could see Gilbert and the twins and make sure they were okay. Gilbert had mental health issues, that would only worsen if Gilbert had to end one of his brothers. At that moment, he knew what he had to do, but the flashback didn't end. He saw their other boss point out just as France left to end Otto that The Italies have two halves, and they're fine, and Otto is very obedient, so maybe things would be fine as long as he does everything they say as his twin already does, but before they reached an agreement, Francis had reached the battlefield, and stabbed Otto, but he couldn't bring himself to end him, and picked up his body, and carried it to his then-lover Denmark, who promised France he'd take care of Otto but at a price, and he broke up with France on the spot, explaining he did so because "I know when a man or woman looks at me and sees someone else" the someone else he was seeing was Jade. Francis snapped out of the flashback and repeated everything he saw to Alfred, not realizing he had walked into the street. His eyes widened in horror as he got hit by a semi-truck.

Alfred here. 
          
          I have been quarantined in my house. It's driving me crazy! Ugh!

Hello. I'm locked out of this account, so I'm using this current one I'm posting this account in and @Prefect- to manage this account until I get back in. 

I know my Facebook is there but don't actually go to it, lol. It's only there bc I connected this account to another Facebook because previously it was connected to my school email, and when I graduate it will be deleted. 

Felicity storms in, eyes glowing scarily. She cracks her knuckles and continues to walk in the meeting room. Everyone tensed up. Usually, the Phillipines is a happy and bubbly person. Someone who is innocent and always makes everyone have a warm feeling in their chest. But this time, no she was a storm. She was so angry and pissed that she was a swirling storm of thunder. A terrifying image. Something to run and never look back at from, something that is dangerous and could potentionally strike someone's life from. Everyone was stunned and glued to their seats. Not just because she was scary, no. It was that they were so used to her being calm and cool, that they had no idea as to what to do when she's mad. But with Russia, he knew. He had been there when she was a raging ocean, and it was not pretty.

-America is with Denmark, Primilla, and the Atlantic Ocean-
          
          Allison/Primilla: *sees a sign on a bar*
          Sign: Men: No shirt, no shoes, no service. Women: No shirt, free drinks.
          Allison: *takes her trench coat and shirt off* Hold these. *tosses her tops to Primilla just as Matthias and Alfred arrive* All I have to say is, you'd better be grateful for this, Denmark, or no kisses for a week. As for you Alfred, you're only 19, so you get coca cola. *shoves the aforementioned soda in his face and goes inside the bar*

Hey, it's Alfred here. 
          
          Uhm...
          
          I don't know what else to write...

Primilla: *nursing twins in her arms at the hospital bed* No, Alfred, we are not naming our girls Ayano and Ryoba for obvious reasons, I don't want them to get involved in the lifestyle I lead before becoming president, we're always moving for a reason, you know.