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Didn't I teach him any manners? England things as he lets out a huff, "Wanker show some respect." He says louder than he means to.
The younger looks over, "Okay I'll bite what did I do this time?" America asks hoping that none are watching the bickering.
"You did it wrong." He says simply. "You did it backwards now do it again."
America blinks, "Really? You're gonna give me shit cause I crossed wrong?"
"Yes now do it again." England answers pulling out his kindle, "And I know you weren't really praying."
Now the other nation gives a devilish smirk, "Of course I was but at least I know what religion I follow."
England slowly looks up swearing that for a second the other's eyes were black, "Excuse me?"
"Am I protestant or catholic? God I don't know." America says in a mock slurred voice before laughing. "You were so wasted I had to drag your ass home."
Sure the other nation remembers but something feels off. "No…" He mutters looking the man up and down. He's a complete copy but perhaps it's in his smile. "So who are you?"
"Hmm? Dude, are you drunk right now?"
"Answer my question." England stands up with his kindle in his hand, "Who are you?"
The Superpower leans down, "I'm America why do you ask?"
"No you're not."
When the imposter laughs a chill runs down England's spine, "Funny that it took you thirty years to notice."
"W-What?"
England can hear France calling out for them but he's otherwise speechless. "Coming Dude!" America yells before chuckling, "Though have fun trying to prove it Arthur cause little Black sheep no one will believe you." With that he turns on his heels and walks out.
Left in the room he's not sure what just happened, "Oh Lord…" He manages after a moment. "Please let this be a dream…"