AN- Well, quite a lot of people messaged/reviewed both here and on my deviantart so I will be continuing this. Hopefully this continuation isn't exactly what your were expecting (because otherwise there be NOOOO point to a cliffie, yes?) but it still good anyway.
Last note, any pairing requests? I'm okay to write anything (though my favourite is PruCan, others are cute too) and haven't decided anything yet. SO if you want to read USUK, GerIta, EngJap, RusAme, FRUK, SpaMano even GerCan – let me know, I wanted to get better at character interactions so even crackish pairings are okay (though for really strange, please give me justification). Only restrictions, I'm going to keep it as much as possible just between the characters mentioned in the pilot, otherwise, I'll write whichever gets the most votes :D
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Recap- Canada and America do not show up for a G8 meeting on Valentine's Day and the rest of them – Russia, England, France, Germany, Prussia (as East Germany), Japan and North Italy (not South though, he had been accosted by Spain) – tracked them down to one of Canada's houses. This lovely small house was one of the ones in the middle of nowhere.
A.k.a. Northern Ontario.
Earlier that Day
"Geeze Mattieeeeeeeeeeeee. Why on Earth did we have to do this this far away from the border again? My feet hurrrrrrt now."
"But Alfieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. You didn't have to walk all the way up hereeeeeeeeeeeeee. You did that on your ownnnnnnnnnnnnn." Responded the other twin teasingly, copying the others whiny tone. "Be at least thankful it isn't warm enough for the black flies, deer flies, horse flies, gnats, mosquitoes to be out yet to bite you. "
"I could handle THOSE! It's just so cold that I can't feel my balls!" Then the two snorted, sharing a private joke, before Matt's face smoothed out and covered it with a look of irritation
"Deal with it. We've been doing this for Valentine's Day every year for how long now? Man up Al. Man. Up." Silence, then they both began to giggle.
Stretching out on the couch, Alfred yawned and said "I missed doing this with you, just you and I, no one else."
"Well, Ontario (Vincent) and Québec (Jean) are here."
America paused for a moment, as though mulling it over then said "But it doesn't really matter. They've known since the beginning, so the liberation of not having to be careful if still there."
"I suppose you're right."
"...So what do you want to do?"
"Well we haven't really had a chance to really talk for a while, so tell me, what about those rumours I've been hearing about you and..."
America immediately cut the other off "LIES! NOTHING BUT LIES!"
"You know, de Nile isn't only a river in Egypt"
"I'M NOT IN DENILE YOU YOU YOU POLAR BEAR LOVING ASS HOLE!"
"Sure, sure Al. Just like you don't enjoy drinking tea."
"GAHHHH!"
They talked/bantered/argued like this for a few hours over everything from hockey teams (Canucks in finals!) to past bosses to stupid truth-or-dares to comedians (what do you mean I don't have a sense of humour? Patrick McKenna, Russell Peters, Jim Carrey Mike Myers are all mine!) or what they were thinking of planting in their gardens/yards in the spring.
Every now and again Québec or Ontario would come into the kitchen for food and join in whatever they were debating (THAT ISN'T THE MOUNTIES SLOGAN YOU IGNORANT BOOB or French isn't mindless babble! or STOP STEALING ALL OF OUR HOCKEY PLAYERS!)
Family Bonding at it's finest... "No I do not just live off of Hamburgers Matt! No it will not poison me! I'm not afraid of catching French couties... JUST SHARE YOUR POUTINE ALREADY! GOD DAMN IT!"
Then in the early afternoon, the two began to make chocolate.
"...Matt, I know you love the maple chocolate but if you keep eating the batter-stuff we won't have enough to actually MAKE it."
"But it's so gooooood." The Canadian attempted to get another spoonful only to have it whisked away.
"Don't make me get my wooden spoon out. Cause I mean it, I'll turn this car around mister." Said Al, barely concealing a smirk at the others plaintive expression as he stole the bowl.
"NOOOOOOOO"
Once both the Maple and Hazelnut Chocolate batches were in the oven did Alfred turn to his sibling, looking both serious and thoughtful. "Hey Matt."
"Yeah?"
"Um...I was thinking. Times have changed a bit, do you think we could maybe tell them?" At his sibling's shocked face, America attempted to clarify "Not that I mind spending Valentine's Day with you, it's more that, well, our reason for doing so, y'know? I mean, I like spending time with you broski and all and we can keep doing this. It's just... it's just becoming very lonely. Maybe if we said something, this wouldn't have to be a tradition anymore..."
Nodding Canada said "Yes, Al. I know what you mean. Maybe it is time, eh? How about tomorrow at the G8 meeting we talk to England and France about it then?"
Before they could continue, the two were interrupted by knocking...
This leads them back to the present.
"Ve! Why are there four America's?"
"Aw shit" Whispered Ontario...
There was a momentary standoff as each party sized the other up before England cleared his throat and said "Hhmm. Excuse me Alfred, but could you be so kind as to first identify which one you are and then explain why you have three clones?
There was silence as it would appear each of the four tried to get their brains to engage until one nudged the other who then said "That would be me...the hero" The information was volunteered from the America holding a tv remote.
"I'm Canada" came from the America standing on the stairs.
The two wearing aprons over their clothes finally got the blank looks off their faces and simultaneously shouted "EXCUSE US!" and ran upstairs, followed a beat afterwards by the one claiming to be Canada.
Who was that anyway?
However, that left America to shift from foot to foot awkwardly at the others suspicious stares.
It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop
...
..
.
"You are not America. He would have shouted about me being a commie or something by now. самозванец! (Imposter) " said Russia, pulling out his pipe.
"WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO MATT!" whispered the America in skinny jeans and a very tight turtleneck as the other collapsed against the bedroom door, sliding to it's base.
"Nothing." whispered the America wearing a formfitting t-shirt and some nice jeans, head in hands "You were talking about telling them. It would appear we've been given a golden opportunity."
America (the actual one) replied, voice rising while whispering frantically"Yeah, yeah. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I was just throwing the idea out there! I wanted to plan this out a bit first not just jump into it headfirst! Oh my God, OhmyGod, OmGd"
Canada, looked up at his pacing southern neighbour "Don't make me slap you. Having a panic attack won't help much, now..."
There was a knocking on the door and a whispered "It's me" came through.
Quickly Vincent was let into the room "Jean is distracting them for now. What do you want to do?"
America pulled himself together and said "Well it would be kind of suspicious if we just stayed up here, wouldn't it?"
"Well, yeah. What's our cover going to be?"
"Well first you two should probably put something else on..."
"Right..."
They first shucked off the aprons, socks and America had gotten off the turtleneck, revealing the wife beater underneath when they both smelt something burning.
"SHIT THE CHOCOLATE!"
Without a second thought, both of them quickly tore through the doorway, down the stairs and into the kitchen to rescue the two pans.
"YES! I'M THE HERO!" shouted America once both pans rested safely on the top of the stove. "High Five Mattie! WOOOOOT"
And that was when it dawned on the other what they had just done.
Whipping around, Canada saw Russia pinning a defiant Jean to the ground while Vincent face-palmed from the stairs. The others - Prussia, Germany, North Italy, England, France and Japan were now staring at them, jaws dropped and stupfied.
"Um...Al?"
America half-turned, happy grin in place "Yeah Matt?"
"You know we're busted right?"
"What do you mean..." Then America turned all the way around "Oh. Right. Well. Um."
Kiku was the first to speak up, voice going up to squeak at the end "America-kun?"
" Haha. Um. Funny story, here. Um." Turning back to the other, America hissed "Canada, little help here?"
Canada then hissed back "Well America, neither of us are wearing our normal baggy clothing, our toe nails are painted, your wife beater is half falling off, my t-shirt isn't exactly hiding anything and neither of our chests are presently bound. So I think the fact that we have breasts and are female is now pretty dang obvious so I honestly can't think of anything really to say."
"SHUT UP Mattie! That is not helpful!" muttered the other as she fixed her shirt so it was on properly.
Sighing, Matthew licked her lips, turned to them and began to nervously say: "So, um. Well. As you can see, Alfred and I have something we need to tell you... Um. First, would any of you like some tea? This will likely take a while."
France couldn't really handle it anymore and promptly passed out, hitting the ground a few seconds before England did.
Seeing as it appeared the other members of the G8 weren't going to be recovering from their shock anytime soon, the two provinces, America and Canada, carried their main two parental nations to the first story guest rooms before they retreated to the kitchen. There, they began making tea and coffee and waited for the others minds to recover enough to process everything.
Yep, this is going to be one of those America and Canada are secretly female stories. However, unlike some other stories, they will be keeping the same personalities presented in the anime (ex. Al- Energetic, happy, strong and unintentional hurtful at times. Matt- quiet, optimistic and passive-aggressive) and common fan perspective. So no, they will not suddenly become wimps or ditzy or anything of the sort and we'll see how it goes :)
All sibling interaction is based off my relationships with my twin and my bros, so hopefully is believable.
Please review, I know my writing isn't the best (and there are likely hit-the-wrong-key-but-is-still-a-word typos everywhere) and comments on what seems off with conversations, plot and whatnot will help me improve this.