America's P.O.V
After getting over the shock of seeing someone who looks just like me, I was able to study him a bit more and I could tell he was doing the same thing to me.
He was blonde, like me, but his bangs fell a different way and instead of my cowlick, he had a single curl in his face. Also, his hair was longer then mine. His eyes were a darker shade of blue, almost purple and his clothes looked more French then English. Other then that, though, he looked like my twin! Wait... Maybe he could be...
"Hey," I spoke up, knocking the boy out of his thoughts. "What's your name? Both Human and Country."
He looked at me for a moment before answering. "Matthew Williams Bonnefoy and French Canada. And you?" His English had a French accent to it.
I smiled at his question. "I'm Alfred Jones Kirkland and the Thirteen American Colonies! Or just British America! And we are twins!" I almost laughed at how big his eyes got! They were like saucers!
"T-twins, eh? What gave you that idea...?"
I frowned. Why was he so nervous? Having a twin is awesome! "Well, we look just a like and we are neighbors..." He still didn't look convinced. I didn't know how else to convince him. Then I thought of the half a letter that I keep in my pocket. It was from England to my Father, something -efoy. The rest of the name was ripped off. I pulled it out and showed it to Canada, "Do you have the other half of this?"
His eyes widened again, though not as big, and he nodded, pulling out the other half. I smiled at him and got him to sit down and talk.
Apparently, he was out here because he sensed me in his land. Obviously, England had only told me that there was a barrier to keep me in the house. Anyway, Canada didn't want to worry his Papa so he came here on his own, without France knowing. After he told me why he was here, I told him why I was here. We then sat there for a few minutes in silence before he looked up at me.
"I want to meet my other papa..." I blinked then smiled.
"You would like him! He's really nice!" Then I got the best idea ever! "Hey! What if you could meet him?"
"How? If my papa and your papa did not introduce us, then they must not want to see each other..."
He was right. I didn't want England to be mad at me. That quieted me down for a second before getting a even bester idea!
"Well, how about we switch places?"
"W-what?"
Canada's P.O.V
I looked down again, not knowing what to say. How could I? Alfred was really loud and energetic, while I am used to just me and my papa. But I would enjoy meeting my other papa...
"Well, how about we switch places?"
I jerked my head up at the sound of America's voice. "W-what?"
He stood up and started to wave his arms around wildly. "Then you can meet England and I can meet France! We both win!"
I looked at him with wide eyes. That... that was a great idea! But... Could I make my accent English? However... If papa finds out, he will be really mad and who knows how Mr. England will react. Maybe this was not a such good idea... I looked up and saw something that broke my will...
America's puppy dog face. I groaned and nodded. He smiled brightly and fist pumped the air. Then he turned to me.
"Can you do a British accent? I know I can do a French one and I can speak French too but I need to know if you can. Repeat after me: Dad! You're home!"
I closed my eyes and spoke, "Dad! You are home!" in a perfect British accent. But my voice was a lot quieter then his.
"Your voice is too quiet! Try too be louder!"
For the next hour I tried to be louder. But I could not so we decided to tell England that I had hurt my throat while he was gone and hope that he bought it.
Then Alfred tried to be quiet and he had more luck then I did. Then we taught each other how to be each other.
Soon it was getting dark so we had to part ways and head to our own homes. We are going to meet up in a few days to switch before Papa and Mr. Eng- oops, I mean Dad get back from Europe.
I just hope that we don't get in trouble when we are caught. And I know we will be.
