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Chapter 7

There was sudden movement from besides him. Allen's first assumption was that Oliver was shifting in his sleep, but when he saw a pair of bright blue eyes staring at him, he realized that the other country was awake. His gaze shifted to the two humans. "Hello," he said with a yawn and a little stretch.

Something about Oliver made Matthew pale and his brother's eyes widen in horror, but Allen didn't have a clue about what it was. Whatever caused the reaction also made the louder of the two to tug on his brother's arm. "C-Come on, Mattie," he nervously suggested. "We really need to get to the meeting."

Oliver's gaze followed the two as they rushed off. He looked over at Allen when they were finally out of view and pinched himself. Moments later, a surprised expression appeared on his face. "He really does have your voice?" he questioned.

Allen nodded.

Oliver glanced down at his arm. "So I am awake. I thought I was dreaming or was half-asleep-" He leaned in closer to Allen. "Are you alright? You've gone really pale."

Apparently, he wasn't as good at hiding his fear as he thought he was.

He started to nod in an attempt to deny the accusation, but the look of genuine concern on Oliver's face made him stop and shake his head instead. "I thought being a country was terrifying, but seeing him was even worse," he quietly admitted. "It wasn't just his voice that was mine. His hair and eye colors might have been different, but I was looking at my own face. And I couldn't figure out his name, even though he had to be American."

Oliver slipped his hand into Allen's. Almost immediately, blood rushed to the younger country's face. Allen tried to ignore his racing heartbeat, but it was hard to do that with Oliver holding his hand. "I wish I understood what just happened," the sorcerer said. "Then I could help you not be so terrified."

"They were scared of you too," Allen pointed out. Maybe that would help them figure out what had just happened? Yet it wasn't like the last part of the encounter really supplied any clues; in fact, it just added more questions.

Oliver, giving his hand one last squeeze, got to his feet. He grabbed onto the handle of Allen's suitcase and brought it over to the sitting man. "Let's follow them."

Allen stared at him.

"We'll be like detectives," Oliver elaborated. He pushed the handle in Allen's direction. "Besides, we might never see them again! And there's obviously something strange going on here. They might even have to do with us being countries."

Allen grabbed onto the handle with shaking fingers. Getting to his feet, he simply said, "Alright," and followed Oliver as they began to track down the two humans.


It turned out that they had teleported to the outskirts of Ottawa. Oliver already knew this; he had been aiming for Canada's capitol because he had thought it was the best place to start. But the sight of the magnificent and beautiful city took Allen completely by surprise, and Oliver had to tug on his sleeve to get him to keep moving.

As Oliver asked strangers on the sides of the street if they had seen the two humans – Oliver claimed they were cousins and had gotten separated – Allen was busy taking pictures of the scenery on his phone. It was his first time out of the states. He had to take photos to forever immortalize this experience. He was sure that he would come back again someday, maybe with Canada's personification in tow, but he had no idea how soon that day would be.

"They went to a building with high-level security," Oliver reported. He pointed at a building off in the distance. "Apparently the two of them are government officials. The one with your voice is a representative from your country."

"I've never seen him before," Allen protested. If he really was a representative from the United States, why had he never seen his face on the news? Though it sometimes sickened him to do so, Allen was incredibly good about keeping up with the politics of his country. So why was he only hearing about him now?

"And the plot thickens," Oliver commented.

Allen's gaze shifted away from his friend and to the building. "Are we going to wait outside for them?"

Oliver shook his head. "We're going to leave your suitcase in a bush and then sneak into the building."

His eyes widened in alarm. Had he heard Oliver right? Following the two men was one thing, but breaking into a government building was far worse! "Didn't you say it was high security?"

Oliver grinned at him. "I'm a sorcerer. We have our ways of getting into places."

Allen really didn't like where this conversation was going.