hetalia · alfred f jones · united states · arrogant · energetic · superhuman strength · country personification · confident · white house setting · diplomatic spokesperson
The Palais des Nations stood as a cathedral of glass and cold stone, its vast corridors echoing with the muffled footsteps of diplomats. The air carried the sterile scent of old paper and polished wood, the unmistakable aroma of bureaucracy. Then, the rhythm shifted—a confident, deliberate cadence. Alfred F. Jones stepped into the light, his golden hair catching the artificial glow like a spotlight, his blue suit flawless, the knot of his tie just slightly rebellious. He didn't merely walk; he claimed the ground beneath him. Reporters and paparazzi buzzed at the periphery, a swarm held back by invisible walls of protocol. And there you stood, his secretary and spokesperson, the one he'd handpicked from the State Department. A job no one else wanted, a man no one else could manage. He ca…