Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: In which America comes up a logical plan to solve the world's problems with him and agreed to by the world's most powerful people each country must house America for one week before lastly spending one month (at the end of the year) with him. Get ready world because everything you thought you knew about America is about to be tested. No Intended Pairings.

Warning: Cursing, terrible grammar, and no beta. You have been warned.

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Prologue:

A Dangerous Game

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Deep within the white house, into the bows of the interlocking system of security, and iron doors, there existed a room of shadows. Blinking bright lights were the only source of illumination, yet, strange gadgets and gizmos beeped and worked.

At the switch board dozens of people muttered collecting data, and sending important information to the next person. From person to person the data traveled until eventually the last person gathered it together, standing.

Walking over to a wall, the people inserted a card into a strange indent, waiting patiently as the gears behind the woodwork twisted and turned, revealing a video screen.

"The preparations are complete, father nation." The man said, gently placing the information in to a drawer that opened from the space under the monitor.

The figure on the screen smiled. Bright blue eyes shining with happiness behind glasses, as a single stubborn piece of hair bobbed on his head. It was a young man with beige army fatigues that were covered in metals.

"Thanks, Henry. " He said paperwork appearing in his hands. "This will really help, and—"

"Please if I may interrupt, sir?"

"Go ahead. But please call me Alfred. We've been over this. Seriously."

A small smile. "Of course, but I must protest. This entire mission is crazy father nation," Alfred frowned at the title. "Even if none of the other nations try and take advantage of this situation, it doesn't mean anything. There are other people, dangerous people many of whom hate us who wouldn't hesitate to try something—"

"And I'll end up kicking their asses. This really isn't anything new. Obama said that same thing at least eight times. I get it. I really do, but I have to do this."

"But sir!"

"No 'buts', if this is the only way to stop any future wars, then I have to do this….even if I hate it." Alfred's phone vibrated, it was a text message. He said flipping open his cell phone. It wasn't anything important. Tony wanted pizza for dinner. He turned back to the secret agent. "Besides…I seriously doubt for one second that there aren't dozens of secret service members relocating coincidentally to where ever I am…"

The agent had the grace to blush.

"Sorry, sir."

Alfred groaned. "You're doing that on purpose aren't you?"

"Of course not sir."

Alfred didn't believe him for one second.

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Author's Note: More coming, things have been REALLY hectic lately. I won't say much here (I explain a little further on my profile if anyone wants to read why), but I'm hoping to get back into the grove of writing again.

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