World's love (AmericaxWorld one-shots) (COMPLETED)

Protective!World x America- Mr. Perfect Is So Dead! (Part 1)

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.