Take A Hint! (Hetalia fanfiction) *REWRITTEN*

Chapter 1: The Day We Met

Warning! This will contain violence, attempted rape, alcohol, drugs and other stuff that isn't mature enough for some audiences. If you are sensitive to anything I just mentioned turn back now and forget you ever saw this book! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
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Maxwell smith was a simple man.

He worked as as a political adviser in the White House just like his father before his, his father before him and..well you get the idea. Max enjoyed his life he had an outstanding job, money he received from both his parents and his job, dashing good looks that made men and women alike swoon and everything he could ever hope for handed to him on a silver platter.

To put it simply his life was perfect.

Well almost perfect.

He seemed to lack the one thing men of his stature wanted..no craved...

Love.

Though Maxwell was blessed with dashing good looks that allowed him to charm the pants off of almost everyone he had either met or spoken to. He had had many bed partners in his life, but never felt the sort of connection you get from holding someone you love.

It was like there was a hole in his heart that no one alive could seem to fill. Not his mom, not his dad, not his brothers and sisters, hell not even his youngest sister and childhood best friend Tyler could fill that empty void in his stone cold heart. And for a long time Max thought the no one would be able too.

Until he met him.

It was his fifth year of working for the government and his co-workers had decided to throw him a party to congratulate him on working so hard for half a decade. Max really appreciated it and thanked him fellow employees for thinking of him though in all honest Max had just wanted to spend the evening alone, drinking some vintage wine and pondering on the fast few years of his somewhat lonely life.

It wasn't until the President of the United States himself came up to him and told him he wanted to thank him for his hard work and that it was finally time he met someone very important that played a key role in their country. What Maxwell didn't count on was he was talking about the actual country!

"Mr. Smith I'd like you to meet Alfred F. Jones otherwise known as The Untied States Of America. Alfred this is Maxwell Smith, our top political adviser." The president introduced while the young man beside him stuck out his gloved hand in a handshake fashion.

"Nice to finally meet you Max! I've heard amazing things about you, keep up the great work!" Alfred exclaimed smiling brightly at his fellow blonde, who noticed didn't reply and thought he said something wrong. The truth was Maxwell didn't know what to say as he was taken aback by the personification in front of him.

The American had short but fluffy looking golden blond hair with one stubborn piece that seemed to resemble a cowlick, his eyes seemed to be the purest of sapphires that held a spark of joy and innocence Maxwell had thought was no longer left the world, those eyes were framed by a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that made his pop out and sparkle, his smile seemed like it could put thousand suns to shame and seemed to hold a rather energetic look about it. His skin seemed to be naturally tanned as if it had been kissed by the sun god, Apollo, himself.

His jawline face was shaped like that of a teenagers, still growing but at the same time still looking like a young adult. America seemed to be one who didn't care for formal wear and just wore a fighter pilot bomber jacket that had a star on the left side of it, old faded jeans that seemed to be wore down from years of work and running, he also wore a white t-shirt that was covered in dirt and made Maxwell think about what the boy did on his spare time.

Finally he sported a pair of old red Nike shoes that looked like they were just about ready to fall apart at the seems. The kid looked so out of place in the hall of business suits and elegant dresses it almost made Max laugh.

"Hello? You okay there?"

Maxwell was pulled from his observations when the blonde in question waved a hand in front of his face. Huh, apparently he had dozed off for a second.

Putting on his best smile, Maxwell stuck his hand out to meet the blonde's who returned it with a surprisingly strong grip and a smile back.

"It's very nice to meet you, America. I hope we can get to know each other in the future." Maxwell smiled as Alfred stayed that he would love that too. Maxwell knew that the American personification had to be his, but first he was fine with friends for now.

After all any good relationship starts with friendship first, right?

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