Summary: America is the only country without a personification. Instead, the government has issued a series of "Elites" to take the place of their missing representative. What happens when Russia uncovers the conspiracy? This is the story of the 59th Alfred F. Jones. Future RusAme, Past USUK/UKUS.

WARNING: Historical inaccuracy and future slash pairings.

In the late 1700's, tension stirred between the colonists and the British. While many colonists were content, there were those that wanted America to become their own independent nation. This, of course, would not be an easy thing to accomplish.

Back then, many more people had known about personifications. Great Britain had Arthur, France had Francis, Italy had Veneziano and Romano, and even Canada had developed Mathew Williams. Expecting that they would soon become personified as well, Americans awaited the day when they would be gifted with a representative.

That day never came.

The colonists soon feared they would never become a country. Britain was very strong; they had weapons, an organized military, and several times the colonies' population. The very idea of a revolution was ludicrous. And since the colonies had not yet been embodied as a nation, the people were less than driven towards becoming independent; a plan they thought would surely fail.

But, there were small groups of people who still believed. These civilians were some of the first patriots. Due to their determination, they came up with another plan: create their own personification. Perhaps by seeing their own representative, the colonists would change their minds about becoming independent. They selected a young boy by the name of Alfred F. Jones to do the job.

Alfred (who was around four at the time) was a happy, simple child. He had fair skin, dirty blond hair, and big blue eyes. The epitome of what appeared to be a young nation. For weeks, the colonists attempted to convince him that he was, in fact, America. Seeing as toddlers were quite gullible at this age, it didn't take long for the small child to believe in their lie.

Nations were immortal, and they only aged when they were growing or becoming stronger, such as a child reaching adulthood. In the years to come, Alfred would soon realize that he was aging normally. When this happened the nation would be required to tell Alfred the truth.

Even so the plan worked, and Britain took the child in as his own. After spending so many years together, the boy had been heartbroken upon realizing he would have to leave England behind. In truth, he had grown quite fond of the man he had for so long considered a brother. Forced to comply, Alfred gave in, if only to spare Great Britain the truth. He rebelled against Britain and helped America become its own independent nation.

Then he hung himself.

Even as a free country, the United States of America was never personified into a human being.

…That was two hundred and thirty six ago. Every five years since then, a new person filled the role of America, aka Alfred F. Jones.

He was number 59. He didn't have a birth name exactly, but his caregivers had fondly nicknamed him after the original Alfred, or Al, for short. He'd even been genetically altered to look like the original Alfred. He had blue eyes, blond hair, and slightly tanned skin. The traits he hadn't been born with were immediately exchanged to look like the first Alfred's features.

"You have to look perfect," A man had told him at age five, "Or else others will find out. It is essential that no one knows… If they do, there will be war."

From that moment on, Alfred's fate was sealed. Pretend to be someone else for five years… and then he could leave. His features would need to be changed, but afterwards he could still get a job and live a normal life. If not, he could always stay and help train his future stand-in. Though only a few had accepted this job, one was still alive… His name had become Afton Thomson, and he was Alfred's mentor.

Even though he hadn't taken the job yet, 'Alfred' was already sick of pretending to be America. He'd been learning lessons, reviewing politics, studying world history… all for a mere five years of work. But that wasn't all he had to do, of course. He had to act like the original Alfred as well. His personality went like this:

One, you had to like hamburgers.

Simple enough. Burgers were awesome, especially with fries and a cool drink. He didn't want to eat them all the time though, just once in a while. Like an occasional thing. If he was immortal, maybe he wouldn't mind as much. But because of all the junk food, Al had started to realize that he'd probably die of a heart attack before he was fifty. And what kind of life would that be?

Two, you need to be physically fit.

The first Alfred was freakishly strong, even if he was just a human. That was a hard thing to live up to. Every day, you had to work out for at least three hours. This was essential because if you didn't, you would gain weight from eating fast-food.

Now, Al wasn't superman, but he might as well have been from the attention he received. It was rumored he could lift a buffalo. Bullshit. But the other nations seemed clearly convinced that America had developed super-human strength over the years. So maybe it wasn't impossible, after all. It was still a lie, though, and it would be the easiest one to uncover.

And if 'Alfred' was uncovered, well... he didn't want to think about that.

Three, you're the hero.

Courage, bravery, leadership, and stupid (but good-hearted) ideas were just some of the traits necessary for America's personification to have. Even if his happy-go-lucky attitude was annoying to others, it inspired his own people. Defeat the villain, save the world. That was his motto.

There were many other rules, but these three were by far the most important. They were the first things that Al had learned when he began training. Not only did they fit the American stereotype, but it suited what his people needed as well.

"Pft. Hamburgers…" Alfred bit his lip as he headed down the hallway. It was his first world meeting, and it was being held in Moscow, Russia. Honestly, of all the places to start off, why did it have to be here?

America hated Russia; that was how it worked. Ever since the cold war, every elite was ordered either to ignore Ivan, or act as if he was still a communist country. Being the newbie, this would be very hard for Alfred. The only thing he knew about Russia was from the picture's Afton had shown him, along with some very colorful vocab words.

He stopped at the door. He didn't want to do this. What if he was found out? What if he single-handedly started a war? Alfred's hand tightened on the knob, taking a deep breath. It's okay, pal... You can do this. This is what you've been trained for. Hell, this is what you were born for. Everyone's nervous the first time, but it gets better. Right?

The man looked up, suddenly feeling braver, "Okay, America. Let's do this!" And with that, he opened the door and marched inside.

He was late, definitely, but he was America; he didn't need to be on time. He'd just say he was out doing awesome hero stuff, like defeating aliens and global warming!

The room turned to look at him with a blank expression. Slowly, the fear crept back into Alfred's veins. On second thought, this was a bad idea. Maybe he could convince number 58 to work a few more years...

Suddenly, he could hear Afton's voice in his head, "Keep smiling, idiot!" So with a quick grin, he apologized for being late and took his seat next to Canada.

He smiled at Mattie, "Sup, bro?"

Canada was his brother; he'd heard it a million times. At first glance, he could tell that the elites' description had been accurate. He looked just like him! The original Alfred, that is. This boss had personally recommended getting to know Mathew first, since Al had been so nervous about his first world meeting.

Mathew looked away briefly to make sure no one was watching, "You're very late, Al… You need to get here early so the meeting can start on time. I'm not sure the others like being held up…"

Acting embarrassed, America scratched the back of his head. "Sorry… I was preparing a speech for today. Aliens are a big concern, you 'know?"

"Oh, Alfred…" The Canadian whispered, face palming.

Germany, who was opening the meeting with his own presentation, could swear he heard mumbling in the audience. His eyes instantly turned towards America, who was quietly whispering to another nation he couldn't identify. Grumbling, he slammed his paper down on the stand in front of him.

"America! Stop talking!" Germany shouted, before quickly continuing his angry rant about the falling stock markets.

With a nervous laugh, Alfred resigned to keep his mouth shut for the rest of the meeting.

This first chapter is basically a test run to see how popular the idea is. Don't get me wrong- I hate OC's. But I wanted to make a story where one of the nations was human, and this seemed like the best way to do that.

So was it good? Bad? Any advice would be helpful!