Here is my second Hetalia fic which will most likely have 2 to 3 chapters so hope you guys stay for the ride.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, if I did Al would mostly be shirtless.

"Good luck on the first day, your gonna need it." The now ex- president said to his successor.

The new president just laughed, "I'm sure it won't be that bad, but thanks Jim, and happy retirement."

"Thanks I'm gonna enjoy it the best I can. By the way any of the previous presidents and I are available if you need any help during the first few months, just to help you get on your feet, but don't worry, you'll be in good hands."

"Tell the others thanks for me, I really appreciate that."

"You're welcome, and I don't mean to be rude, but if I don't leave now I'll miss my ride."

"Well then Good bye Jim."

"Good bye Mr. President. He's all yours"

The next morning found the new president on his way to the coveted Oval Office. As he neared the door he started to doubt himself, he was in charge of a country and its people. What if he messed it up? What if he started a war? What if- no he thought shaking his head as if to banish the thoughts.

"Just one day at a time." He muttered to himself as he opened the door, to find some kid in his chair!

"Good morning Mr. President!" the blonde said cheerfully.

"Ummmm."

"Hold that thought, hey Jake, Michael, you guys can go now, see you at lunch."

The president gaped as his 'loyal bodyguards', just bid the youth goodbye and left the room.

"Hey Alan! Is it okay if I call you Alan? Mr. President seems too formal to say especially since we'll be working together for the next four years."

The president sighed as he held up a hand the universal signal for shut up now please.

"I just have three questions for you." He said as calmly as he could.

The youth look surprised but motioned for the president to go ahead.

"Ok shoot."

"One, who are you? Two, How did you get in here? And three, what the hell are you doing in my chair?"

The youth smiled cockily.

"I am sitting in your chair because the couches are lumpy, and no matter how many times I ask the previous presidents will not change them out for lay-z boys. How I got in here is a secret, and my name is Alfred F. Jones, but you can also call me America."

The president just sat down on a couch with and exasperated sigh. This was going to be a long day.

So how's that for a first chapter? Please r&r.