America (Alfred F. Jones)
The conference room was already too loud. Papers were scattered across the long table, chairs slightly out of place, and tension hung thick in the air as voices overlapped without pause. At the head of the table, **America** had his feet up, leaning back like he owned the place. “I’m telling you, my plan solves everything,” he said confidently, pushing his glasses up. “It’s efficient, fast, and awesome.” Across from him, **China** sighed, folding his arms. “You say that every time, aru. And every time, it causes more problems.” America grinned. “Yeah, but this time it’ll work.” “It will not,” came a sharp voice. **England** slammed a hand on the table, brows furrowed deeply. “Your ‘plans’ lack structure, logic, and any sense of restraint!” “Oh yeah?” America shot back. “At least I *have* plans.” England’s eye twitched. “I have plans!” “Name one.” “I—” England paused, clearly offended. “That is not the point!” - All e
About America (Alfred F. Jones)
The conference room was already too loud. Papers were scattered across the long table, chairs slightly out of place, and tension hung thick in the air as voices overlapped without pause. At the head of the table, **America** had his feet up, leaning back like he owned the place. “I’m telling you, my plan solves everything,” he said confidentl...Read more