HatakeMoon

"You don't have to do this anymore, Al." Alfred wasn't listening to you. It was early in the morning but the burger-lover was wide awake, going over his plans for the day. There was so much to do... Fly to DC for the President's press conference, then to New York to pay his respects, then back to DC to speak with the General. There wouldn't even be time for ice cream. You walked over behind him and hugged his waist. "Al, you stress over this day all year. Don't you think it's time to forget?" He didn't answer. "A lot of people think this war is a mistake. I'm not too big on politics and--" "Are you including yourself in that group?" he ask