Alfred was sitting at a table at a local Starbucks when the chain of events started to occur. The meeting wasn't meant to start for another two hours so he had some time to kill. Alfred was sipping a cup of freshly brewed black coffee and playing Candy Crush on his phone when the bell that signaled someone entering the shop rang. The person entering seemed to stop all conversations as the stranger captured everyone's attention besides the personification in the corner, who didn't even spare a glance at the entering customer as he was too absorbed in his game.

The mysterious and alluring man looked to be 25 years old and had slicked back blond hair that looked like it had been styled by a professional, piercing grey eyes that seemed to look into your soul and make you want to spill all your darkest secrets to the handsome stranger. His body structure put him at about 6'1 and his body looked to be chiseled with muscles though he still looked skinny and not like one of those wrestlers you see on TV.

The man smirked at the attention he got from almost everyone in the shop, key word being almost. There was a blond sitting at a table in the corner, playing on his phone not bothering to spare the stranger a glance. The human frowned at this before making his way over to the table were the younger man was sitting. Everyone in the store went back to their previous conversations, some pairs of eyes still lingering on the sophisticated man.

The stranger sat in the seat in front of fellow blond, who looked up when he heard the chair screeching against the floor. Alfred looked up at the man across from him and raised an eyebrow.

"Somethin' I can help ya with, dude?" The American asked giving the man his usual smile that he gave to everyone he talked to or met, not knowing the repercussions of his actions or the actions that would soon follow.

Once the other blond looked up the man was stunned and mesmerized by the looks of the younger. The kid had golden blond hair also one stubborn hair that refused to stay down, his eyes were the brightest blue the man had ever seen in his life looking somehow to be the color of the ocean and the sky at the same time, the sun-kissed skin tone complimented his eyes which were also framed by wire rimmed glasses. And that smile...god it could be the equivalent to a thousand suns maybe even brighter. To put it simply he looked like an angel.

An angel he must have!

Regaining his confidence, the man's aura suddenly switched to something that reminded America of how France acts when he's around him. "My name is Maxwell Smith darling~. Would you please tell me your name?" Maxwell purred, gently grabbing the personification's gloved hands and kissing them just as gentle. America blushed bright red at this and retracted his hands from the human's grip.

Alfred put his hands in his lap and looked away from the man still blushing. "My name's  Alfred, Alfred F. Jones! It's nice to meet ya!" The freedom nation introduced pulling one hand from his lap and raised it to shake the man's hand, not noticing Maxwell was flirting with him.

Maxwell gawked as the oblivious blond didn't even notice his blunt flirting and just introduced himself so casually. Maxwell shook his head and sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than his originally had thought.

"Well Alfred may I have your phone number?" The blond haired man asked the other who just looked at him flabbergasted. "Sorry bro, but I don't just give my phone number to people I just met! For all I know you could be a serial killer!" Alfred exclaimed, making the human slightly disappointed at this. "Then, will you allow me to take you on a date?" Maxwell tried, but he was yet again shot down by the oblivious personification.

"Totally sorry bro, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now." Alfred retorted, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the man's eyes starring at him like he was a piece of meat.

Alfred check his watch and gasped at the time as he was five minutes late to the world meeting. Quickly downing the rest of his coffee and bidding the taller man farewell, Alfred rushed out of the coffee shop and never  looked back, but he still felt those eyes on him. Alfred had a feeling in his gut that this guy wasn't going to be ignored or let down easily.

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After arriving at the meeting ten minutes late and getting scolded by both Germany and England, America sat in his seat contemplating the events that went down in the coffee shop and the flirtatious man he had met that same day. Usually the star spangled nation would be up and about talking to his brother or Japan about something that was on his mind. But right now all America could do was sit in his seat with his hands folded together, in a daydream like state.

Everyone else was doing their usual fighting, groping, yelling shenanigans when someone noticed a distinct lack of yelling about being the 'hero'. Canada looked over at his younger twin brother and frowned in confusion.

"Al? Al, is something wrong?" The Canadian asked, making his brother snap out of his daydream like state. America just smiled and waved his brother off. "Nah Mattie I'm fine! Just got somethin' on my mind, ya know?" America insisted and smiled at his older brother, who raised an eyebrow at the statement not buying what his brother was selling.

"Ok, Al. If you say so." The Canadian said not believing the American for a second, but lied to his brother for the sake of appeasing him. Canada needed to figure out what was wrong with the younger nation, but he was going to need a little help.

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Alfred arrived at home and kicked off his shoes and dropping his brief case causing the papers to spill out. Alfred, too tried to care about the mess, just collapsed onto the couch ready to doze off when suddenly the doorbell rang.

Ding Dong!

Alfred groaned in annoyance and opted to ignore the person at the door, but the person was persistent and rang the doorbell agian. This time however, America got up and walked over to the door, opening it to view the person who stood between him and sleep.

The door opened to reveal Maxwell Smith holding a bouquet of flowers. Roses more specifically. Alfred blinked in surprise, recognizing the man from the coffee shop earlier that day. "Hey Maxwell, what brings ya here?" The American asked, not knowing Max's full intention and was on guard.

And how did you get my address?

Maxwell gave the blond beautiful a charming smile and held out the roses. "Alfred Jones, will you go out with me?" Maxwell proposed making the other look at him in surprised confusion as he was handed the roses. "But I already said no..." America muttered feeling utterly confused as the man starred at him with smoldering grey eyes and gripped the flowers slightly.

"I know but there's one thing you should know about me--" Maxwell started, getting closer to the personification as he backed up, trying to figure out what was happening. The human stopped and placed a hand by the blue eyed man's head, trapping the independent nation in the process. "--I don't take no for an answer~" Maxwell finished before sealing his lips against the others forcefully.

Before he could get any farther though the American pushed him away and dropped the roses, running into his house and locking the door behind him.

America who was now really confused and tired, just collapsed on his couch and fell asleep, unaware of the angry and jealous witnesses to the whole event.

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Canada knew something wasn't right with his twin and he just knew something was wrong and that he had to figure it out. So Canada decided to gather up all of America's closest friends and family to confront the younger nation at his house.

This included everyone of the nations of the world as no one wanted to be left behind . When asked what was wrong Canada just said his brother was silent at the meeting and it bothered him greatly to see his brother so worried about something as everyone was used to his carefree attitude.

After hearing the Canadian's story, all of them agreed to go visit America and figure out what was wrong with the younger nation. You may be wondering why they care about what happens to the American even though they always insult him and call him fat. Well the truth was half of the world had a crush on the bubbly nation and just didn't know how to show it.

With that all said and done, the group made its way to the American's house which was luckily just a block away from the conference building.

When the nations arrived there they found a sight they weren't expecting. A very attractive man was pinning America against the brick wall of his house and was leaning in. They hid in the bushes and observed the event with rage and jealousy like no other. Everyone saw America clearly looked innocently confused at the human man's intention and didn't know what to do.

Many of them were ready to go out there and punch that jerk in the face, but Alfred pushed him away, running back into his house and locking the door behind him. The nation's saw the human sigh in defeat as his prize got away.

Maxwell smirked and shouted at the nation inside the house, "You'll say yes eventually, Jones! They all always do!". The human would look scary to anyone else, but to the nations he looked desperate. And if this guy continued to harass America who knows what he might do!

Maxwell looked like he was about to leave the property and come up with a new plan to win the personification's heart, but someone grabbed the back of his dress shirt and pulled him into the bushes.

Maxwell was pushed up against the wall by a pair of string hands and held up by the collar of his shirt. Piercing blue eyes glared at him with a rage he had never seen before and even he, a very cold business man and person in general, couldn't help but shiver in fear.

"You listen here and you listen good!" The voice was just as angry as the eyes and sounded commanding making Maxwell gulped slightly. "You're going to stay away from him, you hear?" The accent sounded Danish and the man holding him up looked Danish. Finally regaining his previous confidence, Maxwell sneered at the Dane as well as the people behind him.

"Or what?" The mortal challenged, raising an eyebrow smirking at the nations  as he released himself from the Dane's grip. "Listen here, I always get what I want and now I want that blond so get in my way again and I'll wipe you off the face of the earth, m'kay?"

With that the man left leaving the nations alone and too themselves. Everyone looked at each and thought the same thing.

This means WAR!

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Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed! This is going to be a multi part cheaper so more coming your way! This idea was suggested to me by FFioellaTyrell and I loved writing the first part! As always please feel free to comment and request! Bye guys! And merry Christmas if you celebrate it.