This is when a new president is elected and they meet the personifications of the nations. What will happen if the president doesn't treat them right? It will be a mistake that might cost them their career… or their life.

So this fanfic will be a bit darker and the characters will not be as light hearted and cheerful as they are usually, instead showing a bit of a cruelty streak. Sorry if the idea of a slightly cruel America is disturbing/not fun to read. The president is a fictional character. America in this story is based on hitman jones but I am in no way the owner or creator of hitman jones.

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA

Chapter one: the aftermath of the inauguration

The new president walked down the steps of the Lincoln memorial and was escorted into an armoured vehicle. The president walked boldly for the cameras, but as soon as the door slammed shut she slouched down in her seat and closed her eyes, reflecting the events of the day. The inauguration was one of the best moments of her life, but her mind kept circling back to her meeting with the previous president just hours before she took the oath of office.

The secret service ushered the soon to be president of the united states down a hallway and into a small soundproof room where the previous president, an old man, sat waiting on a small couch. "What is the meaning of all this?' she demanded to know. A young woman with an extremely short but well disguised from the public temper loathed the previous president, and did not take kindly to unannounced meetings with him. "I, Regina Smith, in case you have forgotten, am about to become not only the first female president but also the youngest one in history."

"I'm sorry for disturbing you Ms. Smith but there is some very important information concerning your post that I must share with you." he stated, twisting his hands in his lap nervously.

"There is nothing more I need to know that hasn't already been told to me other than the fact that I will break three records with this election and you will just be a sad, old former president. Now if you excuse me I have better things to do with my time other than listen to you." she spat, flipping her long hair over her shoulder and turning on her heel, preparing to exit the room.

"WAIT." the urgency of his tone stunned her into silence, and he took this rare opportunity to talk. "When you take the post of president of the United States of America, you will meet a lot of peculiar people. They might not appear like it, since appearances are deceiving, but they have been around since the beginning of nations, and will walk this earth long after you and I have passed. There is one in particular that your job is directly tied to. Treat him with respect as he is proud, and rightfully so. Never insult or disrespect this man. Only the others may do so. He is far stronger than you, smarter than you or I will ever be, and has lived through unthinkable events. Hold your tongue around him, for an insulting word or act can cost you your career… or your life. I wish you luck for the next four years, and must bid you goodbye. President Regina Smith."

She dismissed his words as the crazed mumblings of an old, jealous man and smiled, relishing her new job, and the fame that accompanied it. A quiet chuckle and a hand on her shoulder broke her out of her dreams and she stiffened up, not daring to move out of fear. "Hey there are you alright?" a cheerful voice sang somewhere to her left. "I'm not scaring you am I?"

The hand retracted and she turned her head, opened her eyes and immediately screamed. The person she was looking at was not frightening at the least however but rather good looking, with a muscular build, blond hair with a cowlick at the front, and glasses in front of a pair of sparkling cerulean eyes. The young man couldn't have been more than twenty, but he was dressed old fashioned, wearing a tan 1940's fighter pilot uniform with a brown leather bomber jacket and black leather gloves. The gloved hands extended and with a beaming smile he started introducing himself with a "How are you Ma'am President my name is Alfred F. Jones pleasure to meet you and I am-"

"Who the hell are you?! Get out, get out, get out!"

The driver stopped the car when he heard the first scream and was now looking back with a concerned expression on his face

"Ms. President are you okay?"

"Of course i'm not okay you fucking idiot! There is a strange man in MY car and he is not authorized to be here and he just touched me! Get him out of the car! Call the secret service and have him thrown in jail for assaulting the president!"

The car pulled over and the 400+ pound doors were flung open by the secret service, ready to drag the man out by force or shoot him. The guard reached for the man, but hesitated when he saw who it was. The offender in question looked at him and smirked, saying "Now it really wouldn't be in your best interest to throw ME out of a car right?" the agent in question squeaked in fear, and looked at her for further instructions.

"ARE YOU DEAF!?" she screamed at the secret service officer, who looked scared out of his mind "I SAID TO THROW HIM OUT OF THE CAR AND I MEAN NOW OR YOU ARE FIRED! NOW!"

The guy gave a slight nod, and grabbed the intruder around the waist and tossed him out of the car while other equally scared looking officers slammed the armored door shut with a bang. As they drove away Regina looked back and the sight that greeted her made her jaw drop. The secret service agent who tossed the intruder out of the car was kneeling with his head bowed, touching the asphalt, seemingly begging for forgiveness, while the young man stood above him. She sank back in her seat, nearly shaking from a mixture of fear and anger. How dare they disobey her and not follow her commands immediately without question or hesitation! She had ordered the idiot arrested and instead he would probably walk away.

The driver gave a shout of surprise and Regina looked at the road, eyes widening in surprise. The same young man from before who they had just left behind was standing in the middle of the road, arms crossed, with a hard expression that instilled fear and hate (mostly fear) in her mind. The guy was standing in the middle of the road, not letting them pass, despite the car getting closer and closer. Her resolve hardened and she leaned forward to talk to the driver "Run the bastard over." she hissed. The driver shuddered in fear but obeyed her, accelerating in an effort to run him over. The guy in question raised one eyebrow in response, shrugged, and put one foot forward like he was stopping a soccer ball. Regina kept her eyes open, eager to see him tossed aside like a rag doll. At the last second she closed them. The car collided with something and her seatbelt snapped forward. But instead of clear road she found herself looking at crossed arms, for the mysterious guy had stopped the car. The driver was frozen with fear, as was she. The guy calmly walked around to the driver's side window and casually, like you would greet a friend with a fistbump, punched straight through the bulletproof glass, shattering it into a million pieces. He leaned through the window and fixed the driver with a frosty glare. His expression softened as he saw that the driver was crying out of fear and said "Since you were following orders, i'll let this one slide." he then walked behind and opened the 400+ pound door like it was nothing, a feat that normally took four men. He sat down next to her and stuck out his hand like before and coldly stated "As I was saying earlier, my name is Alfred F. Jones and I am the personification of the United States Of America. I will be the one you will be working the most closely with, as well as the personifications of other countries. Our existence is a guarded secret and we must work very hard to maintain it that way. This is the part where I would normally say it is a pleasure to meet you and that I look forward to working with you over the next four or eight years but unfortunately I can not say that honestly today." Regina shook his hand but had gone silent with shock, processing his words while also reflecting on the warnings told to her earlier today by the previous president.

"they have been around since the beginning of nations, and will walk this earth long after you and I have passed. There is one in particular that your job is directly tied to. Treat him with respect as he is proud, and rightfully so. Never insult or disrespect this man. Only the others may do so. He is far stronger than you, smarter than you or I will ever be, and has lived through unthinkable events. Hold your tongue around him, for an insulting word or act can cost you your career… or your life."

Well shit.

They sat in a frosty silence until the car pulled up in front of the white house, where a shorter, rather attractive blond man with unusually thick eyebrows leaned against the pillars in front, scowling. She noted that he was also dressed in a military uniform from the world wars, despite appearing only around 23 years old.

"Artie!" Alfred shouted with glee, and flung open the door to run up the steps.

"Artie" raised his eyebrows as he assessed the damage done to the car, as he had noticed that one of the windows was shattered and the front fender had bent around a footprint.

"Oh bloody hell Alfred that's the second time this week. When will you finally learn to control your strength-" but his scolding was cut off as Alfred scooped him up bridal style and spun around, laughing. "Alright you oaf I missed you too. Can you put me down though?" he asked, his face a brilliant scarlet. "Ugh, gays." Regina thought, her lip curling in disgust. She had always hated homosexuals, even though to the public she was an outspoken LGBT supporter. She cleared her throat loudly, and the men looked over in confusion then remembered about introductions, Alfred putting the other man down and wandering away to give them some space. "Good day Madam President, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." he said, sticking out his hand for a handshake. "My name is Arthur Kirkland and I am the manifestation of England, or Britain if you prefer, as well as the representative of the United Kingdom for all official matters." he finished, his british accent clearly noticeable.

"Regina Smith, President of the United States Of America."

She extended her hand also, but he caught it, bowed down and kissed it, like a true gentleman.

"Ew, ew, ew!" she shrieked, frantically wiping her hand on her pants

"What's wrong?" Arthur asked, producing a handkerchief from inside his uniform and holding it out to her.

"Get those gay germs away from me, eyebrows!" she spat.

Arthur stiffened up, and with a voice as cold as the north sea he sneered "Fine. I will." he turned sharply on his heel, and strode into the white house, whispering something in Alfred's ear as he passed.

"What did he say to you?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing." Alfred said cheerily, humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like the national anthem.

His attitude was getting on her nerves and as he walked toward the door, she stepped into his path. "What did he say?" she demanded.

"Nothing that is any of your business." he replied smoothly, with a hint of annoyance.

"Alfred Franklin Jones as your president I demand to know what he said to you!" Regina nearly shouted, looking into his face.

He drew himself up to his full height, and she gulped when she realized that she had to crane her neck in order to look into his eyes. "No one. Calls me. That." he hissed, shooting her a venom filled glare that made her recoil in fear. He shoved past her in order to walk up the stairs to the second story. As he walked away he called over his shoulder "He was reminding me about the ball for all the countries tomorrow so you could introduce yourself." Alfred continued walking until he reached the staircase and spun around, putting one hand on the railing. "The F in my name stands for Foster. Not Franklin."

Regina looked at his retreating back with dread, feeling that she had offended him.

Author's note: i'm trying to make regina as horrible as possible so enjoy that!