The next day he sits calmly during the meeting as his stomach grumbles loudly, "Alfred." Someone warns as he looks up from his phone.

"What?" He asks absentmindedly.

"Quiet."

He blinks for a moment as he looks around him, "I didn't say anything." If he could make a small halo appear above his head he would though it would be being held up by a set of horns. "That was just my stomach so I mean it must be close to lunch."

"Lunch is in three hours." A rather young woman says as she glances at the nineteen year old sitting across from her. While she's a new intern she didn't expect to see someone even younger than her in the meeting. "Didn't you eat breakfast this morning?"

A wicked smug appears on his face, "Yeah I did and I don't know about any of you but eggs and chili is the best shit in the morning."

Instantly the whole room grows quiet as the brown haired woman looks around confused, "Why would you eat chili in the morning?"

"Alfred…." The current speaker starts as he backs away slowly, "There's women present."

His smile grows wider as he leans back, "I know but really isn't that really sexist?" Before anyone else has a chance to speak much less flee he lets one loose.

The ten other meeting members run out of the room choking as the nation lets out a roar of laughter. He lets another go before he realizes that the young woman is still sitting in the room. She's both confused and disgusted but she can't make her legs move, it's as if she's frozen and quickly she starts to choke and wheeze. "Oh god…" Is all she can say before she feels a cotton cloth pressed to her nose, "No!" She instantly screams out before noticing that it's canceling out the smell.

"Damn you're even newer than Mikey." The nation says with a chuckle as he helps her to her feet, "But you are much better looking than he is."

Her face reddens as she tries to look away, "I-"

"No keep it to your nose otherwise the mustard gas will really fuck you up."

She wants to hope he's joking but by the way the whole hallway has been deserted there might be some truth behind his statement, "Who are you?"

"Me? Just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. You?"

"Well um…" She starts as she watching the strange man, "My name is Ilsa, it's a little strange but-"

Instantly America starts to chuckle as he opens a side door that leads to a court yard, "Well here's looking at you kid cause this is where we part ways." He says as he turns back to the door and just before he closes it he winks, "But hey we'll always have Paris or more like a nice stroll in the mustard cloud." With that he closes the door and walks towards where he had left his phone.

Once he gets it he pulls out his to do list for the day and checks off ruin the meeting and met the new intern. "Ilsa…" He says to himself as he pulls open another side door and walks down the stairs, "Didn't think people named their kids things like that anymore." He mutters to himself as he pockets his phone and undoes his tie.

Soon he reaches the catacombs below his capital. He knows he has to lay low for a while since the moment his boss will find out about his latest stunt he'll probably be skinned alive. "Totally worth it…" He says quietly to himself as a mew greets him in the darkness.

The nation stops and listens for a moment before letting out a small whistle. A ghost would send him running to the hills but then the small black cat is more of an ancient spirit. "Hey D.C come here kitty, kitty."

Again he gets a mewl just beyond his line of sight. He's knows for decades that when the omen came to see him it normally was never good. "D.C. is my land going to hell or are you just hungry?"

Glowing yellow eyes appear as he turns a corner and slowly the creature starts to grow and change. "I love how that's my only two options." A female voice answers with a coy smile. "Can't I just come to say hello every once in a while?"

He shrugs as she takes a step towards him, "We both know you're not a hello kind of person."

"True." She answers as her tail whips back and forth; she's dressed in a deer skin dress with over a dozen black feathers dangling from her neck. "But then normally I'm the one causing the havoc not you."

"Oh is like an intervention?" America says as she walks around him.

As she lets out a gentle purr she answers, "I'm just saying."

"Sure you are." The nation says as he rolls his eyes and takes a step forward, "Anyway I should go before I'm caught down here."

"You won't be caught. There's no cameras down this far." She flicks his ear with her tail, "They're all too afraid of me and my friends to watch and really none linger for more than a few minutes anyway." She shakes her head as he continues on his walk, "Walk on then Nation and we'll meet again shortly." And like that the spirit is gone, "For all cats are grey in the dark."

As the light breeze passes by him he can't help but shutter. "And this is why I pick men Dude…you women like to play fucking head games." When he's not answered he continues to walk slowly in the darkness before he comes to a set of stairs.

As he opens the door he's greeted by a familiar face, "So I have the reports you asked for and it's worse than we thought."

"Yeah?" America says as he slams the door behind him, "And what's the problem?"

Travis hands over the file as he smells something off, "Oh really Alfred?"

"Yo man you have no proof it was me." He says with a wicked smile as he starts to read, "But I would avoid standing behind me for like two hours…"