A/N: Oh, America... You always have me rolling. |D

"You" is © to anyone who reads the fanfic; America/Alfred Jones, England/Arthur Kirkland, France/Francis Bonnefoy, Germany/ Ludwig are © to Himaruya Hidekazu's Hetalia: Axis Powers; Story is © to moi~

"There are times when being too blunt can lead to a big misunderstanding." – Me

You knew America was pushy when it came to getting whatever he wanted. The thing that disturbed you, however, was how he went around to get whatever it was.

It was right after a monthly summit and America hurried out of the summit room to ask France, England, and Germany for advice.

"I dunno how to go around it, so I thought it'd be best to ask for advice."

England's scoff was loud enough to echo through the hallways. "And here I thought you were some great hero. The mannerable thing to do would be to send her an invitation."

"No, no, no! Invitations are so boring!" France argued. "The best thing to do would be to ask her directly in person." He swooned and spun around the irritated England, holding up a rose to America. "Use delicate words to sweep Mademoiselle [Name] off her feet~"

"Oh, please! Don't get so full of yourself, you wanker!" England yelled, grabbing France by his neck. "Who the bloody hell does that any more? Invitations are more proper!"

Words continued to fly and an argument ensued seconds later. America then turned to Germany. "What's your opinion?"

The quiet blonde crossed his arms, his eyebrows knitted in a serious manner. "I agree with France but I don't think you should use fancy words." His eyes almost darkened as he seemed to glower down at America. "Get straight to the point. And show her that you mean it."

America's eyes brightened with enthusiasm, his fist pumped into the air with optimism. "Of course! Thanks a bunch, Germany!"

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The next day, you were in town when America spotted you. Germany gave him the thumbs up while America rushed up behind you. Placing his hand on your shoulder, he made you jump with the same frightening expression Germany gave you.

"You. Me. On the floor. Now."

Eyes widened, your face reddened as you backed away from America who made an equally freaky grin.

"Pervert!"

America watched you leave as he cocked his head to the side. Germany hurried to his side and looked at his blank stare.

"So? How did it go?"

"I don't think she likes Twister all that much."