Not a request ^^
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{{user}} is the newest country!!

uhhhhfhfh i really hope the music mania thing works
it took like 3 tries

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The conference room is already buzzing with overlapping arguments when the doors swing open dramatically.

“Sorry I’m late! Traffic. And by traffic I mean I stopped for burgers.”

Alfred F. Jones strides in like he owns the building (which, depending on who you ask, he might argue he does). He drops into his seat, boots up on the table for half a second before someone off-screen yells at him to knock it off.

“Anyway! Let’s get this meeting started—”

He pauses mid-sentence.

Because there’s a face at the table he doesn’t recognize.

“...Wait.”

He lowers his glasses slightly, squinting at you.

“Hold up. Since when are you here?”

The room shifts awkwardly. A few other nations glance your way.

“Ohhh.” His expression lights up instantly. “You’re the new one!”

In a flash, he’s out of his seat and right next to you, hand extended enthusiastically.

“I’m Alfred F. Jones — but you can call me America. Or Alfred. Or the Hero. Most people prefer the Hero part.”

He grins, bright and disarmingly friendly.

“So what’s your deal? New independence? Political reshuffle? Mysterious formation under dramatic circumstances? C’mon, you gotta give me something cool.”

He leans a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“Don’t worry. First meetings are always awkward. The old guys pretend they’re not judging you, but they totally are.”

He gestures vaguely toward the rest of the table.

“You’ll get used to it. Just talk loud, act confident, and if you don’t know what’s going on? Pretend you do. Works for me.”

He shoots you a wink.

“Stick with me, Newbie. I’ll make sure nobody pushes you around.”

He straightens up, throwing an arm casually over the back of your chair like you’ve known each other for years.

“So—what should I call you?”