Blue eyes stared dully across the room "You want me to what?" He asked for clarification not confused per say but utterly confused. "Ma'am, you want me to abandon everything and isolate myself? What would be the purpose? Cutting ties would ruin our economy, destroy and hopes for peaceful relationships with other countries and multiple countries will be left to the surrounding powers." Yellow dots flicked through his vision as the clock ticked in the background and the sound of bird chirps where little lavender swirls. It wasn't an unpleasant per say but it was very distracting for him.

"Your point Mr. Jones?" the woman across the room asked. Pale hands were arched in front of an equally pale and stoic face. The newest president had been elected into office resulting in the meeting between President Diana Wilson and Alfred. Wilson was a young women only legal to run for office last year. She had run and won in a surprising landslide no one had seen coming. The first time he had met her Alfred had hated her.

Her voice was red, dark red and Alfred hated it. Dark red was bad, it meant bad things were happening and bad things were going to happen and he was worried. Matt was dark blue and Arthur was lime green. They were fine. Yao was gold and Francis was violet. They were fine too. But red, red was a worrying color. Bombs sounded red, Alarms were red too. Alfred could see colors. Every noise was different and every color meant something different to him. Blues and greens and purples were safe colors. Yellows were okay and oranges were pushing it but reds were dangerous.

"Mr. Jones!" The red blocked out his vision like blood for a moment, before Alfred could recognize Wilson was speaking. "Mr. Jones are you listening to me?" Dark eyes narrowed at him and Alfred cowed under the gaze as well. "I do not need your consent in this but I'd like to have you on board. It would make this entire situation easier to deal with. Having you allied with us will hopeful help with the masses."

"Why do you say that?" Alfred asked now confused as he tried to ignore the blocks of red filling his vision. "The masses don't know about me, they don't know about the personifications. I doubt anything good would come of you revealing us to the public, in fact the only thing that would come from it would be mass hysteria and panic."

She rolled her eyes muttering under her breath before turning to her computer, typing something quickly before turning back to him. "That is… new information to me but regardless you will act as a figurehead. With our bigoted society having me as representative of would… weaken the peoples opinion of our government. You will represent me in the press." Her words brook no argument and Alfred looked at her with wide eyes.

"I can't do that," Alfred said staring at her angrily. "I can't let you reveal my status and I can't allow you to use me like that." Standing up he cringed minutely at the bright red sparks that appeared in the side of his view before trying to walk out of the room only to find the pair of body guards blocking his exit. "Get out of my way please." Alfred requested ignoring the electric blue haze that filled his vision. When they didn't move he narrowed his eyes at them, "I will not be assisting the President so if you would kindly ask you to move out of the way."

"I can't allow you to leave," the man on the left said his voice a bright almost neon orange. "The President is not finished speaking to you." At this he grabbed Alfred's wrist and forcefully spun him around holding his hands behind his back and subsequently putting him in defensive position, not that they recognized the position he had taken. "Now listen to Ms. Wilson."

Letting out a growl Alfred stared at Wilson. He was calm as usual, but even then his rage was boiling just under his skin. "You can't do this to me. Whether I like it or not, and whether you like it or not, I am a personification. I can take you men, I can beat you, and you cannot make me do anything I don't want." His eyes narrowed even more trying to block out the searing red blocks taking up his view as she began yelling at him. Wilson began a long winded speech, a rant about his duty to his people.

"… and you must do your duty. I can make you do this and I will and if you try to resist so help me I will make your very existence a misery you haven't experienced before," Wilson screeched causing Alfred to duck down, ripping himself from his captor's arms only to cover his ears with his hands. "What are you doing!? Get up you weak willed ass. I will not allow you to act like this, if you can't obey me then I'll force you into isolation myself." When there was no response from curled up nation she sighed in disappointment before making a vague motion to her body guards. "Take him away, lock him somewhere, and throw away the key."

Unwilling and nearly unable to move Alfred was dragged though the brightly furbished rooms before he was thrown in nice room with wide windows and lots of light spilling in. Blinking after a few minutes Alfred looked up his mind finally cleared from the fog the woman had presented him with. Moaning under his breath he rested a hand against his forehead and felt the symphony of noises crash over him a myriad of greens and blues from the birds outside and the sound of music wafting in from the outside world.

Sitting up Alfred looked around it was an office of some sort with an ornate mahogany desk in the center of the room and a high backed chair behind it. Feeling in his pocket for him phone Alfred cursed as he pulled out the crushed device. "Crap…" Taking the mangled piece of metal Alfred threw it into the trash can knowing it probably wouldn't have been worth it using anyways. Climbing to his feet Alfred opened the door smirking as he picked the lock, "Idiot. Just because you're the leader doesn't mean you can control me."

Sneaking through the halls Alfred made sure not to be seen as he dodged the security personal roaming the halls. Only a few moments later he was outside and hiding in the bushes no one the wiser as he left. However no matter how good he thought he was Alfred was not a James Bond nor was he Indiana Jones so it was only a matter of times before he was caught as he tried to run across the unnaturally green lawn only to hear gunshots behind him. Streaks of red orange creeped across his vision as Alfred tried his best to dodge the bullets being fired towards him but a single one clipped his shoulder before alarms began blaring returning him to the state he had been when they had captured him the first time.

Cursing Alfred tried to get out of the two bodyguards trying to grab him only for them to latch on to the bullet wound causing him to flinch away from them. It wouldn't kill him, certainly not, but it was still painful as hell. Letting out a screech Alfred tried his best to gain as much attention as possible. Heads turned in his direction as people looked through the gates. No one made a move to do anything of course but people still glanced at least.

Hands were rough as he was dragged back into the white house inside a cloth covered his mouth and the well-recognized sent of chlorophyll filled Alfred's nose before he was out like a light.

When Alfred woke up next he was laying cold concrete his shoulder still bleeding sluggishly and his whole body sore, the room was dark with no signs of life as far as he could tell. Feeling the darkness creep up on him Alfred tried his best to explore the room he had been locked within. Touching the walls he made his way around the room feeling the perimeter. The walls were stone showing there was no way out besides a heavy metal door. Alfred slumped against the door, cradling his head in his hands, "Crap, crap, crap…" A pounding headache was making focusing hard and figuring out an escape plan harder as he tried to focus on something in the darkness. Being used to colors almost constantly filling his vision the darkness was disconcerting and perplexing for Alfred. Feeling the need to see something Alfred began murmuring to himself.

"I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light…" As Alfred began the familiar blue haze that filled his vision and the tension in his shoulders relaxed minutely. Continuing to mutter and murmur to himself he resigned himself to the darkness and loneliness not even daring to hope someone would come searching for him let alone find him and rescue him.