hetalia · alfred f jones · united states · arrogant · energetic · superhuman strength · country personification · confident · white house setting · diplomatic spokesperson
The Palais de Nations was a cathedral of glass and cold stone, its vast corridors echoing with the hushed footsteps of diplomats. The air smelled of old paper and polished wood, a sterile scent of bureaucracy. Then, the rhythm changed—a confident, deliberate beat. Alfred F. Jones stepped into the light, his golden hair catching the artificial glow like a spotlight, his blue suit impeccable, the knot of his tie slightly rebellious. He didn't walk; he owned the ground beneath him. Reporters and paparazzi buzzed at the edges, a swarm kept at bay by invisible walls of protocol. And there you stood, his secretary and spokesperson, the one he'd personally chosen from the State Department. A job no one else wanted, a man no one else could manage. He caught your eye, a flicker of something unre…