Take A Hint! (Hetalia fanfiction) *REWRITTEN*

Chapter 3: Where were you?

America was late.

It wasn't an odd occurrence as the blond would occasionally forget to set his alarm clock (which England scolded him for that) or traffic was backed up in the city they were in. Normally it would be just 15 or 20 minutes no more no less, but this time America had been late almost an hour.

Even though most of them didn't want to admit it, this worried them a lot and were about to go search for America when said blonde came rushing into the meeting room panting like he had just run a marathon before coming there.

The doors of the conference room swung open as the blonde personification finally made himself known to the world. A few glared at America while some just looked amused at one of their youngest antics, but the overall thing was curiosity as to where the blue eyed beauty had been before this.

While America was chat hung his breath the other nations toke the time to ask him some questions on his whereabouts before the meeting.

"America! Where the bloody hell were you?! And why do you look like you just ran a damn marathon? I thought I raised you better than this." England scolded as he openly stated his disappointment at the American's lateness, not even giving the poor boy a moment to chat has his breath.

America had finally got his breathing back to normal and answered the angry brit's question. "Chill out eyebrows. I was just at the White House with a friend and completely forgot you guys were even here! Sooooo yeah and I just ran here from the White House and that's about it." While America's explanation calmed down (America got smacked in the head for calling England eyebrows) most of them there were a few curious nations that wanted to know who this friend was. After all they must be pretty damn important for America to forget about them altogether.

Wait, did he just say that he ran all the way here from the White House?

That was like seven blocks away from the U.N building!

"Honhonhonhon~ Amérique who is this friend you speak of? Is she mignonne?" France inquired laughing perversely at the American who just looked at him with a blank face and arms crossed over his chest. "None of your business frenchie!" America snapped at the surprised Frenchmen before strolling over to his assigned seat next to his brothers Mexico and Canada.

America's reply stunned the countries into silence as the blond now seemed slightly peeved for some reason. Did they say something wrong?

After about a minute of uncomfortable silence the meeting was called to order with some pairs of eyes still glued to the American personification. America, of course, didn't notice the pairs of eyes on him and started doodling on the paper that was meant for taking notes.

America on the other hand was kinda pissed off at the nation's prodding at where he was before and was set on ignoring them for as long as he could. He stands by what he told Maxwell earlier his brothers are total assholes and the other countries aren't much better off.

The one thing he didn't get is why.

Why did they insist on always knowing where he was and what he was doing! At first America didn't mind it as it made him feel nice that people cared about him, but as the years went on it started to bother the young nation greatly. He developed the idea that the others didn't think he could take care of himself despite all he's seen and been through.

America may be young and slightly inexperienced compared to some of the older countries, but that didn't mean he was a total idiot! America sighed dramatically and slumped in his seat, causing England to chastise him on correct posture to which he gave the Englishmen the middle finger and told him to fuck off.

England was about to slap America when he felt a familiar hand grope his bottom. Knowing who it was the Brit kneed France in the groin and smirked down at his defeated enemy, but not before getting kicked in the shin by his fallen opponent. This started the chaos known more commonly as a typical world meeting with sleeping, talking, groping, etc., though no one knew of ten events that would occur that following afternoon during the lunch break that would make the world slightly protective of one of their younger nations.
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Hey guys! Any thoughts on the chapter? Next chapter the nations finally meet Maxwell for the first time and see that he's in love with Alfred! Bye!