Take A Hint! (Hetalia fanfiction) *REWRITTEN*

Chapter 17: Café Conversation

After they had both payed for their groceries, the two Americans left the store and found themselves in a small coffee shop. They took a seat at one of the nearby tables and picked up the menus that had been that prior to their arrival. A waiter noticed them and walked up their table, notepad and pen in hand.

"Hello sir and Ma'am, what would you like today?" The waiter asked looking at the blonde and blackette with questioning eyes. "Yes, what're the specials today, good sir?" Tyler said in a mock British accent that Alfred's hands flying to his lips to keep the laughter from slipping out. "Why my lady, the specials today are Cinnamon cupcakes with a strawberry on the top, mint tea, and a roast beef sandwich." The waiter whose name tag read 'Steve' mocked back while smiling at the young adults.

Alfred took a minute look over the menu while Tyler did the same and after a minute they both nodded and put their menus down. "I'll take the roast beef sandwich with mint tea and one cinnamon cupcake." Tyler was drooling over the pictures that were featured in the menu before noticing what she was doing and wiped the drool away looking away sheepishly. Alfred smirked at his friend's behavior and turned to the waiter with a smile on his face.

"I'll have the roast beef sandwich and black coffee. That'll be all for me." Alfred said to the waiter who finished writing down the orders on his notepad. "You guys need anything else let me know, okay?" With that Steve nodded at the pair and left to the kitchen.

A comfortable silence hung over the two before it was broken by the American personification. "So you have a brother, huh?" America commented leaning back in his chair. "Yep! I have five of them in total and 2 sisters with me being the youngest." Tyler elaborated with a sad yet somehow content smile gracing her face. "Wow...I bet your family reunions must be exciting. I have eight brothers, a few sisters, and some distant cousins." "Yeah exciting would be one word describe them. How about irritating? They still treat me like a baby even though I'm twenty one years old! I mean what's with that?" Tyler huffed collapsing in her chair as well.

"I know right? I may be younger than most of my family but I can take care of myself. Maybe it's just natural older sibling instinct or something like that...." Alfred trailed off and right as Tyler was about to say something, their waiter came back with their food on two separate plates. "Sorry for the wait here's your food." Steve put their respective orders in front of them and they began to dig in immediately, thanking the awkward waiter with their mouths full of roast beef.

In a matter of seconds the roast beef sandwiches were gone and Alfred was wiping off anything that may have gotten on his face. Contrary to popular belief, America actually did know some manners. So Ha! Tyler on the other hand didn't bother to wipe her face until Alfred threw a napkin at her face scolding her that she wasn't a baby and told her to wipe that mess off her face. Tyler stuck her tongue out at him before complying with the personification's demands and wiping her face.

"Maybe it is instinct. Even so it's an annoying one." "Damn straight. On top of that they treat me like I'm some brainless idiot (which I'm not!) just because I'm a little oblivious sometimes doesn't mean I'm an idiot." Alfred ranted to the human who nodded in agreement with everything he said. "So we have more in common then we thought, huh?" Tyler said taking a hold of her mint tea and raising it slightly in the air and smiled when Alfred followed her lead.

"Here's to being the babies!"
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"Yeah, yes an albino with pale skin and blood red eyes. I want you to kill him for me. No I'm not pranking you this time." Maxwell spoke into the phone and twitched when he heard laughter on the other side. "Alright fine then I'll text you a picture." Maxwell hung up the phone and used his good arm to text a picture of Prussia to his hitman. After it was sent Maxwell recalled the person he had been previously speaking to and spoke. "Now do you believe me, Harold?" "Yeah now I do. Okay it's a deal, how much?" The hitman asked the political adviser who scratched his chin in thought.

"Ten million?"

"Okay ten million it is then, you must really want this guy dead. If you don't mind me asking what did he exactly do"

"He touched something that didn't belong to him and now he has to pay for his actions!"

"Okay! Oaky! Geez man no need to yell, the deed will be done by tomorrow. Do you know where this guy might be?"

"Try the United Nations building."

With that Maxwell hung up the phone and smirked to himself.

Everything was going according to plan.
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