You are a delegate from (insert your country) and was sent to attend a meeting with the other countries. This year's meeting is held in Washington D.C. where America is the host. As usual, you were punctual, that you had time to stop by a coffee shop to make sure that you will stay awake throughout the meeting.
As you made your order, you sat for a moment and checked your phone for important messages.
Reminder: (Economic Allegiance Conference hosted by Mr. Alfred F. Jones 9am - 3pm, Washington State Office)
"One classic mocha for Y/N" shouted the barista.
You stood up from your seat, your black elegant trench coat following your every movement, heels clicking from the floor. Your graceful trot was interfered by a blonde man with glasses who accidentally bumped into you. "I'm so sorry miss!", the blonde guy grabbed his coffee and ran out of the door as if he's in a hurry
Furrowing your eyebrow, you shrugged it off and went to grab your cup of coffee on the counter, only to realize that the blonde man grabbed the wrong one with your name on it.
'Alfred', indicated on the cup as you sigh and grab it. Nothing could go wrong with it, right? Maybe you should try other flavors as well.
The moment you thought nothing could go wrong with it, your phone alarm buzzed reminding you of the meeting happening in 20 mins.
'Fuck' you said to yourself, you can't be late for this! You were never late! Quickly going outside and hailing a cab, you proceed to go to the conference place.
Just as you arrive, a lot of other countries and their representatives are already there. You felt intimidated since they all look like they already know each other. Holding your coffee on your left hand, you carefully strut the hallway, making every country stop to look at you. The elegant aura you are emitting hushed the whole conference, which made you more nervous and hurried in walking.
As you walk, you see a silhouette of a familiar blonde man with glasses. It's the guy you bumped into the coffee shop earlier and took your coffee. While walking towards him you were contemplating if you should approach him and maybe switch your coffees, but you thought he might have tasted it already. Turning around, deciding that it was a bad idea, you heard him say "hey! I know you from this morning!". As you hear the sound of footsteps coming you closed your eyes and inhaled before turning back to see him with a smile. "Well hello there", you smiled awkwardly "I think you got the wrong coffee" you pointed out to the coffee he's holding.
"Ah! Yeah! My bad!" he scratched his head "here! Let's switch!" giving you the cup of coffee he's holding to switch. "I haven't drank it yet so don't worry! The name's Alfred by the way", he extended his hand to you for a handshake, "I know" you shook it back while chuckling lightly. "How'd you know?", he tilted cutely, pointing to the cup of coffee with his name he laughed. "I guess I could call you Y/N?" looking at your coffee. You nodded when suddenly a thought came across your mind...wait a minute, isn't he the host? Alfred F. Jones?
Eyes widening, you blushed realizing that you just met the host. "Hey? Are you alright?" Alfred stated, waving his hand in front of your face. "Huh? oh-Oh yeah! I am, Mr. Alfred." you reverted back to your formal elegant self, as you are not facing the American delegate.
"Since you're new here, let me introduce you to the other delegates!" Alfred offered as you followed.
He introduced you to several men who are representatives from England, France, China, Russia, and Canada.
"Mademoiselle, what a pleasure to have you here!", as the long haired blonde man with a heavy french accent kisses your hand, an englishman clears his throat and shakes your hand "It's indeed a pleasure to meet you Miss, may we know your name?", "Oh i'm Y/N from your country" you smiled at them.
"We're enchanted to meet you madame, oh your beauty just stunned the whole room when you walked in!" exclaimed the frenchman "My name's Francis Bonnefoy, but you may call me Fran" he winked. "For goodness' sake you bloody twit! Don't scare her!", the englishman introduces himself "I'm Arthur Kirkland luv if this bloody twit tries to touch you, just call me".
As Arthur stated that Francis fought him back. While the two are bickering, you felt a chilly aura behind you, just as you were about to look behind, a pair of two large hands lay on your shoulders "I'm Ivan da!" looking back at the tall russian, you smiled awkwardly.
"Yao's my name", when suddenly an eager Chinese man shook your hand. Getting all the attention, you noticed one man who you haven't known his name yet. You went to him and asked him "What's your name?", "I-i'm Matthew" he smiles shyly while hugging his bear.
Just as you were smiling and having conversation with the shy Canadian, Alfred noticed and immediately went to get you back. "Hey the conference is about to start, I'll show you your seat", he smiled enthusiastically looking at your eyes with his deep blue ones.
The meeting started, you were listening intently to the german speaker, Ludwig when you felt a pair of eyes looking at you. Looking back to find who it was, you saw Alfred looking at you and quickly shifted his eyes pretending that he wasn't looking at you. Paying attention back to the discussion, you contributed suggestions which amazed the other nations in the room. A pair of blue orbs looked at you intently with admiration. He happily congratulated you once you were done presenting your suggestion, just in time for lunch!
You went with Alfred and his company to grab lunch at a nearby Mcdonald's. As you guys are walking, you noticed Matthew getting left behind. You dislike seeing people get left behind because you were once always getting left behind. So you stayed at the back to start a conversation with him. Everyone is busy talking to each other to notice, except for Alfred. He interrupted you again with an important question "Hey guys, what would you like to order? I'll order for you" he grinned at you. You asked Matthew what he would like to get and together you told Alfred, having him quickly fall in line before the lunch hour settles in.
You guys were able to find a table, which you continued your chit chat with Matthew. You learned that he was a funny guy if only you get to know him. Matthew brightened up with you around, he was more open and his shyness is slowly melting. Alfred saw all of this from afar. Grabbing the tray tightly, he went to interrupt again with him putting the tray in between the two of you. "Hey dudes! Let's eat!" he beamed, seating between you and Matthew.
"Um Alfred, how much do I owe you?", opening your wallet and counting your money, "No need! It's my treat!" as he flashed you his toothy grin. You chuckled finding it cute, "Thanks" and sweeping your hair back to your ear. You felt yourself blushing while eating at how cute this American is.
After lunch, you all returned to the conference hall to wrap up the meeting and give out tasks. Just as you were ready to go back to your hotel, you see the englishman waiting for you at the door "Do you need a lift, Ms. Y/N?" He offered in a very gentlemanly manner, smiling and nodding you agreed, leaving the conference room together while waving goodbye to newly made friends. Alfred darted his eyes at the sight of you leaving with Arthur as he hurried in fixing his chaotic papers, stuffing it all in his bag.
He tried chasing you to offer a ride going to your hotel, but he was too late. He saw you riding in the front seat of Arthur's car, with Arthur opening the door for you. He mentally facepalmed thinking of how slow he is. He's been trying to get your attention and woo you all these time. Adrenaline pumping, he's hurrying to court you or at least add you on facebook because he knows you won't stay for too long and you'll eventually go back to your own country.
He gotta act quickly. The American was entranced upon your first meeting, and now he just can't get you off his mind.
Arriving at your hotel, preparing your things because you'll be leaving for tomorrow. The next day while at the airport, there was a huge hurricane storm which cancelled all flights. You called your boss "What do you mean I can't go home until next week?", "Yes, unfortunately the tickets are also sold out due to a world tour concert of a famous band", "What?! But how about my hotel? Where will I stay?", "You need to find a new one, we'll just reimburse your expenses when you arrive here" "But I-", the phone line got cut off. You tried texting Arthur asking if you could stay over his place but no reply. You also tried calling Matthew and the others but no one is answering.
"Argh!" You sighed heavily frustrated. Going out in the heavy storm, opening your umbrella, you tried waiting for a cab outside the airport but unfortunately there was none. Tired of waiting you decided to walk in the rain with an umbrella in hand and luggage on the other. Looking at every nearby hotel, all of them are now fully booked. 'Great, what a nice timing!' you thought. However you did not give up looking and kept walking. It was then when the strong wind took your umbrella away. Sighing in defeat, you held your trench coat closer to your body. What a great day you're having, you thought.
Just a few moments later a black mustang stopped in front of you, rolling down the windows it was Alfred! "Yo! Y/N What are you doing out in the storm? Hop on in!" looking worriedly at you. Without hesitation you put your luggage at the back and rode shotgun. "Sorry", you looked at Alfred, apologizing by soaking his seat inside. You were dripping wet.
"It's ok, let's get you home, good thing I found you" Alfred smiled back at you reassuringly. Feeling warm inside, you smiled back adoringly. You were thankful that Alfred found you, but there was a strange warm feeling inside too. You feel safe and secured now. Still confused at the warmth feeling, you know one thing for sure… That as long as you're with Alfred, nothing can harm you.