America looked around. He had never been this far into one of his forests since he was little and before he met England.
England had left again but he was due back in a few days. So to pass the time, America decided to go as far north as he could before a barrier stopped him.
As a colony/young nation, he could only go as far as his land went, unless he was planning to invade. Since he wasn't, he should hit a barrier right about...
BAM!...
...now.
"Ow!" He rubbed his nose, eyes closed. Well, there was the barrier. But... A barrier shouldn't be that soft... Or yell Ow. America opened his eyes to see another boy about his age that also had blonde hair rubbing his nose with his eyes closed. Of course, as a hero, he did the heroic thing... Panic over the fact that he just hurt another country, even if the boy was a colony, and that England could go to war.
"Ah! Are you ok?"
"Oui..." came the meek answer. The boy looked up and blue met purple. One thought went through both their minds...
"Why do you look like me?"/"Pourquoi regardez-vous comme moi?"