Guess who decided to de-anon for this one~

I did~XD

Hope you guys enjoy~

And the titles belong to Webber. the Characters belong to Hidekayaz. And the plot theme belongs to the OP~

America couldn't escape. Everywhere he went. Another face was there. Italy Russia Germany Spain. He was being hunted. But He didn't get why. Shouldn't they be happy he was gone? It doesn't matter. He could change faces like a true master of the arts. He was no Bond, but he was a damn good Thespian.

He's at the most famous Carnival of Venice. He smiles because he loves to wear masks. And this time it's visible. He smiles as he twitches his cape and makes it billow even without a breeze. The Venetians laugh along with him, because he is alive and vibrant. He is his mask. His mask is bright gold with a scarlet red grin. His cape spins around him as he whirls to a dervish tune. Gold flickering at the edges like bright flames licking a letter to be burnt. He sings with his body, dances with his voice. He doesn't see the brunet with a mask of gold peacock feathers eye him contemplatively before turning to a blond clad in royal blue breeches.

And the Venetians sing and dance along with him.

Mardi Gras is winding down, but he's still there. His face is painted with blue around blue eyes while white obscures his tan and red extends his grin. And he's dancing with a pretty girl. A ruby heart adorns her mask, but she is no queen of hearts. And he is no priest of the cloth. The Ace and the Clown are happy as they foxtrot and dance to the old ragtime. They part ways with soft smiles and he never sees the long blond hair hidden behind a Rouge lion's arrogance The one that frowns behind the serene mask as enlightenment strikes. Nor does he see the black king who shares a nod of acceptance.

The French quarter has never been so alive.

He is enjoying a glass of burgundy wine this time, swirling it idly as he leans over a different book. He doesn't speak as the Canadian sits.

"Hello Little Prince," He has given up on changing America's mind. He finally understood the reference. Blue eyes look up at him, "Ready to return to your planet?"

"Are you the Snake or the Rose?" He sees the sad smile on the American's face.

"I am whoever you think I am."

Alfred is back for the next meeting. He smiles as he eats his everlasting hamburgers. He talks loudly. And he intervenes yet again.

But he smiles at the Canadian. For there is someone he can talk to when things become too grim. The burden of Power is too great for just one man. But two may be able to stand without being crushed.