"That's all for now, we will continue after lunch break!" Germany declared professionally before gathering up his paperwork into his briefcase as everyone else in the room did the same awhile trying to out run the Northern Italian, who seemed dead set on having lunch with the German.

America packed up his stuff as quickly as possible before booking it out the door, ignoring the shouting voices of his brothers telling him to slow down and wait. America was so done with their bull crap! He could take care of himself thank you!

America stopped running when he realized he was far away from any other nation and crumpled to the floor, slouching against the wall. America sighed and closed his eyes, letting his arms go limp on his sides. This was getting to him majorly, dude...

"Hey Alfred? You okay there buddy?"

America's eyes snapped open as he froze, gazing into misty grey eyes and that ever so present smirk the human always seemed to wear when they're together.

"Maxwell?" Alfred managed to mutter out dumbly before he stood up on his feet and almost shoulder length with the older man. Maxwell smirked at the others surprise and hugged him to which the American hugged back, resisting the uncontrollable urge to touch the young personification. Alfred pulled away from the hug and smiled brightly at Max, not knowing that it was taking all of the advisors will power not to hug him to death.

"Hello Alfred! It's good to see you, how's your meeting going?" Maxwell asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone of voice as he and America started walking down the long narrow hallway. America grinned brightly at the other and began babbling about the meeting and the usual chaos that went down even telling the human about his AWESOME ideas and how they were gonna save the world.

Max chuckled at the boisterous blondes optimistic personality and smiled as he heard about all the chaos the personifications of the world seemed to cause whenever they got together. Maxwell hoped he could meet them one day especially Alfred's older brothers and mentally smirked in joy at the thought of taking Alfred from their arms and into his own.

After all the treasure that was America deserved nothing but the most love and affection the world had to offer even though said blonde just didn't know it yet.

As he and Alfred walked through the conference building, Maxwell started to think of his plan to get out of the friend zone. After spending so much time with the blonde and talking to him about various things, Maxwell knew that the blonde didn't seem effected by flirting and was as oblivious as come. After all he had tried.

"Hey Alfred I got a question for you" Maxwell said as he made his way over to the American's desk, smirking like a man on a mission. Alfred turned towards him with that oh so gorgeous smile that warms his heart every time he sees it. "Sure go ahead Max!" Once Maxwell was sure he had the blondes full undivided attention, he toke a deep breath trying to control his rapidly beating heart and the butterflies going nuts.

"Is your body from McDonald's? Cause I'm lovin' it!"

Alfred blinked for a second before bursting out into laughter and clutching his stomach in pain filled laughter. Maxwell felt a frown stretch his face and sighed in defeat as the blonde found the pickup line funny. Funny of all things!

Well even Max had to admit that it was kinda cheesy in way....

.... But that didn't mean he would try again!

And he did.

Over and over again until one time Alfred passed out from laughter and had to be sent to the hospital, so Maxwell decided maybe pickup lines weren't the best way to the blondes heart. Even though the sound of laughter could put the best music in the world to shame.

Maxwell placed a hand on the small of the nation's back, not aware of the few nations that were watching the pair with suspicion and concern for the blonde of the pair.

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Denmark and Prussia were casually strolling down the hallway with the latter's friends Spain and France. The four Europeans had been catching up and talking about their glory days when they noticed everyone's favorite blonde American with a complete and total stranger.

Now this wasn't a surprise seeing as America's personality naturally attracted people to him. It seemed like no one could hate him no matter how hard they'd try, hell even his enemies both former and recent had to admit the blonde was very friendly and cute.

But this guy...he just gave them the creeps.

He seemed to stand at six foot one, making him slightly taller then America with slicked back blonde hair, slightly pale skin, and what looked to be a very expensive suit. 'Most likely Italian' Denmark guessed as he and the other elder nations watched the blonde converse with the creepy human.

It all seemed fine and innocent until the suit wearing man placed a hand on the small of Alfred's back and started to move the hand lower and lower until he was just a slide away from touching the blonde American's butt.

Denmark felt a flame of anger light inside of him and glared full forcefully at the man before turning to see the reactions of his fellow nations. Prussia was mutter how 'unawesome' it was for that guy to be touchy touchy with one of his best friends. Spain looked like someone had just mentioned how England destroyed his armada. And France well...let's just say it took a slap on the head from Denmark to stop looking at the younger nation's ass.

Denmark was about to go approach the creep and beat him to a bloody pulp when the hand suddenly removed itself and kept it and his sides. It's like he was was almost saying 'not yet'.

Not yet.

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