Canada finally made America's last delivery for him. It took him a while as the directions where terrible and half way across the town. But finally he was done and took more bad directions back to France's shop. America also lived in a small room in the attic. He actually liked this as he was having enough trouble getting to all these places.
The now fairly tired Canada went through the back to place a now empty cart. He was about to make his way to America's room when out popped a man with medium blonde curly hair. Canada had a rush of near panic. This must have been America's boss. He knew this as he push himself as close to himself as possible and looked very angry and annoyed. I'm America…think like America!
"Oh America! Where have you been!? You are nearly an hour later! I have it in my right mind to…" Canada irrational flinched and started speak with out thinking.
"I-I'm so very sorry for the trouble sir!"
France backed off and stared at the other man for a second. He was too busy in his fit of rage to care at first, but upon a second look there was something different about America. Sure the face and clothing was still the same but he seemed to be carrying himself differently. The other really strange thing was he actually apologized. He couldn't remember America ever doing so unless he was forced to. However there was one other extremely noticeable difference that wasn't adding up.
"Well, uh just don't let it happen again I suppose. Now America I just was curious, but did you do something with your hair?" Canada was again struck with fear. He had completely forgot about the fact the only big difference between the two was Canada having slightly longer and curlier hair. This thought never crossed his mind before. So naturally he tried to cover.
"My hair get's curlier in the…sun…and grows fast when I…eat…a lot of…fish." Canada said trying his best to put on the most confident face he possibly could. France grinned. He usually knew he was being bull shitted, and this kid was about as transparent as a glass door. He knew almost then and there that whoever this was it was not America. He thought about questioning him some more, but France thought about it. He had no idea who this could possibly be. So he let him off the hook for the moment.
He politely took his excuse and Canada tiredly went to back. France laughed to himself.
"Oh this is gonna be fun."
America smiled with a cheerful grin. He was pretty pleased with his awesome plan. He didn't think anyone could be as stupid as that idiot Prince, but he didn't really truly warn him about France.
Maybe I should have warned him about that…Nah! Lap of luxury here I come!
America was able to find the small backward path that Canada mentioned he used. It was supposed to lead straight to a back entrance, but he was also told to be on a watch full eye for the captain of the guards. According to the prince, nothing got pass this guy. America laughed to himself as he walked through the bushes.
If that's the case, how did that idiot make it out? This captain guy must be pretty lame to let someone like Canada by so easily.
America was almost to the door when he suddenly felt a presence behind him. He gulped.
"Why hello Prince. Finally make your way back I see?" said a calm voice behind him.
Chills went down his spine. He suddenly knew this must be the guard Canada had mentioned to him. He slowly turned around to face the terrifyingly happy looking guard. It was the first time in his life, he was more afraid of the man in front of him than the large sword at his side. He tried to collect himself and make sure to get pass this guy.
"Uh yeah. Just though I'd take a quick stroll around town you know. Check the scene…"
"You know very well that you are not supposed to leave the castle grounds, I know you do. I'm also sure you know that you missed the meeting with the king. Yes?"
Before he could even think of a reply the guard leaned down further. If this was any normal person America would expect them to be cross, angry looking, and yelling. That he could handle, but this guy still spoke softly and was smiling.
"I didn't believe you knew when I took my lunch break, but I assumed too much apparently. Ah well, I'm sure it won't happen again. Right?"
"Well…" America said impulsively.
"I am right?" The guard's expression turned in to utter terror in a split second. America wasn't as scared as Canada was of him, but this guy seriously gave him the creeps.
"Yes…You are right. Now I'll just be on my way…" America started to turn away when he felt a cold hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Prince, but I think that you'll need an escort. Yes?"
America didn't think arguing with this guy at the moment was the best idea. So he gave a half smile and followed the guard to what he assumed to be the king's chamber.
The fake prince entered the throne room being followed by the creepy guard. He was glad to at least be around other more sane looking people.
"Hey Russia. I see you have found the prince. Like thank you."
"Oh. It's always my pleasure to serve you my majesty." Russia smiled at the king and queen and was excused. The royal pair even seemed a bit uneasy by the guard, but no one said anything. America assumed that even if he was kind of scary, he was really good at his job.
He looked around the room trying to gather as much information as he could before he had to speak. First off, Canada runaway that after-noon for some unknown reason so he knew he'd have to cover. Secondly, there were only four people in the room including him. To the side of the thrones stood a very annoyed and proper looking man. He was pretty sure this had to be the royal adviser Austria. Directly in front of him sat one man he assumed to be the king and another man sitting next to him. The stand- in prince looked at them confused.
"Hey…uh why are there two dudes sitting together? Isn't the queen suppose to be next to the king or something?" America spoke almost without thinking. Austria came up to the slightly bewildered America and grumbled angrily at him.
"Prince! How dare you speak to your mother Queen Lithuania like that!?"
"Oh…OH. I was just…joking yeah. I was probably blown away by his…beauty today?" America nervously laughed. The king and queen didn't really seemed fazed by it and Austria knew Canada's spacey habits tended to make him forget strange things at times. So he just shrugged it off. This sort of things happens all the time in these types of stories.
"Well, like anyways Canada, I have a really hard time with the fact you would totally skip a meeting. And like, also what happen to your hair?"
"Oh! Yeah, sorry, I forgot about meeting, I just sort spaced out I guess. I also decided to get my hair cut. Those curls were really bugging me." Austria stared at the prince in confusion for a moment and finally piped in.
"Well why didn't you just have the barber here cut your hair?" America was unsure how to answer this. So he improvised.
"Well…I'm the prince aren't I? I should be able to get my hair cut by who I want when I want!"
All eyes fell on the imposter prince staring in absolute shock. America was almost afraid that his out burst may of put suspicion on his actual identity but this was not to be the case.
"Canada! Like…woah! You like totally seemed to have grown a back bone finally. Like great job Austria! Totally awesome!" King Poland exclaimed. He was glad to see Canada was actually growing up a bit finally.
"Well thank you sir!" Austria bowed in shock and confusion. He couldn't help shake a weird feeling about the prince. However, this was a pleasant surprise. He didn't know what had gotten in to him, but maybe it was for the best.
The queen nudged the king slightly and gave a nervous smile. "Um Poland, now that we are done maybe you should talk about the important issue?"
"Ah yeah totally right Liet. So Canada, yeah what I was going to tell you this afternoon was your bride to be will be here…" Loud music sounded across the castle as to announce a guest. "Oh! Never mind. She is like totally here!"
America froze for a second. Finally the words of the king sunk in.
"What?!? Wait…wait…bride? Marriage? Woah woah woah! I did not agree to this! No way!"
"Prince! Please clam down! They will be here any second…"
"No! You don't understand! I…"
"I understand were this maybe hard on you Canada but please understand that we think this is the best for the kingdom. After many years we can finally have unification with the east kingdom. Please at least meet their princess. I'm sure you can find it in you." Lithuania explained.
America nearly told them the whole deal until he heard the queen spoke, He was angry at Canada, but he couldn't be mad after that expiation from Lithuania. He just sighed.
"I guess you are right…"
Before anyone could say anything, an official looking young woman entered the room. He assumed she was from the other kingdom from what she was wearing. She was currently blocking two silhouettes behind her.
"Presenting from the East Kingdom their royal highnesses Queen Greece and Princess England!"
She moved the side and went to stand next to Austria. The man's expression stiffened. The woman looked at him and smiled in amusement over his super seriousness.
Then two bodies walked into the room. First there was a tallish man with short brown hair. America thought that this maybe the queen, if only that Greece looked about as queen like as Lithuania did. However America's gaze fell on the second person. He was certain that that must be the princess. He was also thinking that the term "princess" must have been used loosely.
The girl in front of America blushed slightly and tilted her head to the side.
"Hello Nice to meet you finally Canada. I'm England." She muttered in a soft spoken voice. He could hardly understand her. He tried to look at her but his eyes kept falling at her giant eyebrows. They were massive. So he tried to look more at the side rather straight at her.
"I-is there something a matter?" she asked quietly.
"N-no!" he said out loud. However he still couldn't look at the princess.
"You can't even look at me...there something wrong with me?" She said almost hurt in her high pitched voice.
"Yeah your freakin eye brows.." America muttered to himself. As soon as he spoke the girl's expression darkened and glared.
"What did you say?" Her voice suddenly became gruffer and louder.
"Uh…nothing…" he lied blatantly.
"Oh no need to lie to me! I heard you loud and clear the first time! You think you are the only ass to talk about my eyebrows!? I'll have you know-"
"Wow…you're a guy." The whole room went totally silent. And started to gap at the two.
"What…?" The other guy's voice tried to cover him.
"Oh now don't you lie to me! I was pretty sure you were a guy anyways. You make one ugly chick."
"Well that's funny because I thought you where suppose to be sweet and gentle, but you're the world's largest prick!"
"Well I though I was going to meet a princess!"
"Oh well excuse me for being a man!"
"Excuse me for being the honest one!"
"Honest? Honest!? I'll show you honesty!"
The both jumped each other at the same time with fists nearly making contact with each other. However before blood was drawn, Greece quickly grabbed England and Austria and the lady guard pulled America away. Both where still kicking a screaming to finish off each other.
"Well like…that's not how we planned it…" Poland said nervously.
"Well…they made an impression on each other." Greece said flatly.
"Well….like sorry Canada. To be honest we thought it be easier if you thought England was a girl and we didn't think you'd find out till after the wedding, and it was totally all my idea."
"It's okay Poland. We did agree to it so no harm done. But do you intend to back out?"
The two young men sighed in relief.
"Oh no way! I'm sure that if we give them like a week they'll be fine by the wedding!"
"Good. Glad we are on the same page." Greece gave the king an agreeing smile. The pair stood still in utter terror at their conversation. Till finally they were able to react.
"What!?" they both said at the same time. "There is no way I'll ever fall for this guy!" They shouted at each other's face.
"Well the decision has totally been made. No going back now like sorry! You have got a week so like you never know!"
The two of them grumbled as they left the chamber. They had officially shaken things up in the palace. England left happy to get out of the terrible dress Poland gave him. America was glad to finally be able to stop acting like that idiot Canada.
Both of them knew that this week was going to be pure hell.
