Take A Hint! (Hetalia fanfiction) *REWRITTEN*

Chapter 7: Let the Flowers burn

....one very angry president.

"America!! Care to explain as to why the White House is full of flowers?!" The man shouted loudly from the other side of the phone causing Alfred to pull the phone away from his ear. When the president stopped ranting, Alfred placed the phone next to his ear and began speak and show his leader reason.

"Sir, how should I know why the White House is filled with flowers? And what made you think I'm connected to them?" Alfred asked as he turned away from the other nations who were looking curious as to why America's boss had interrupted a very important meeting (even though they weren't getting anything remotely productive done).

"Why?! I don't know, maybe it's because their all addressed to you! Do you know who did this? Was it one of those nations? Or was it someone you knew?" The president's questioning made America freeze for a second before he growled in anger at finally realizing who sent the flowers.

"Maxwell..." Alfred snarled as he gripped his phone tighter causing the president to stop ranting and some of the nations close to America to back away slightly in fear as they had never seen America angry before. I mean, most of them thought the guy was sunshine and optimism personified. And who the hell was 'Maxwell'? They all wanted to ask, especially his family, but the way America looked when he said that name made them hold back their questions.

"Why would our political adviser be sending you flowers? What the hell am I supposed to do with all these flowers? The pollen is giving everyone here allergies." The president stated and Alfred could hear muffled sneezing in the background proving that what the man was saying was in fact true. Alfred rubbed his temple in thought, trying to come up with a solution to a problem he didn't even create.

Then the idea struck him like lighting.

"Burn them." America said simply causing more then a few nations to give him a look of suspicion and cautiousness. Was America planning to set something on fire? That's not good! Last time he teamed up with Hong Kong and they loaded the meeting room with fireworks successfully burning the building to the ground. Please don't let that happen again.

Meanwhile the president scolding Alfred for suggesting such a dangerous and reckless idea as the one he had just suggested. "America! How could you even think about something so...so...so immature and reckless?!" The president scolded as he tore into Alfred getting an annoyed groan from Alfred. "Look you wanted an idea I gave you one! You just didn't like it, now if you excuse me you interrupted a very important meeting, so bye!"

Before the human could protest America hung up the phone and gave it back to the employee who looked like she had just seen the most horrible thing in her life. America's anger was really power when it needed to be. As soon as she was given the phone back she ran fast out of the room like someone just told her she won the lottery.

America went back to his seat and slumped once again in the chair, placing his head in his gloved palms as he groaned though it was muffled by his hands. His aura basically said 'I'm so done with this shit!'.

The world decided it was time to get some answers to their questions.
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On the other side of the city the president of the United States stared at the phone that he had just been using a few moments ago. Did America just hang up on him? Why did he do that? Maxwell must have done something to make Alfred this mad. Like I said before America never really got angry and was always nice to everyone and everything even his enemies. So it was a little weird to hear that tone in his country's voice.

Sneezing attendant coming into his office brought him back to reality as the sniffling young man walked up to the presidents desk hold a tissue close to his nose. "Mr.President sir, how're we gonna get rid of these flowers?" The human sneezed into the tissue as he spoke to the man.

The president looked at the flowers that were lined up against the walls of the room and sighed reluctantly.

"Can you get me some gasoline and a box of matches?"

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Off in the distance Alfred could see a faint cloud of smoke making its way into the atmosphere. Alfred smirked slightly in victory and laughed in triumph.

America: 101 | President pumpkin: 0

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Hey guys sorry it's so short! Any thoughts?