"Wake up."
"No~" America whined out covering his face with his covers. Sunlight poured into his room brightly and all he wanted to do was go back sleep.
His dream had been one of the most pleasant ones he had experienced in a while. England had come back, as did every other island nation… They all had a Welcome Back party at the World Meeting, and everything was just perfect… Everyone was happy… And England loved him again just like before. He certainly didn't want to wake up, until Matthew's voice rang through everything and he found himself back into reality.
"Go away on a Moose or something…" He drawled out, wiping the side of his mouth with his wrists beneath his sheets. A grunt was heard, "Fine. I guess you don't want any of the hamburgers I got from McDonalds for you this morning…" His brother sighed and his footsteps were heard going towards the door.
Immediately, America threw himself off his bed and launched past the Canadian a surprisingly fast pace. Not even bothering to clothe his being with anything other than his sleeping boxers, he raced down the halls and jumped over the stair railing to enter the kitchen dining room.
He felt himself give a gasp when he saw Arthur sitting down rather calmly, eating a stack of pancakes at the table. The other blonde obviously wasn't aware of his presence in the room and quietly gave a yawn. America felt his heart race and face turn a hue pink at the sight. He looked exactly like England did when he use to yawn, of course his England's way of yawning was cuter then this Arthur's, the similarities made a way of nostalgia execute through him.
"Erm… Good morning." America found himself greeting the other to make his existence known, all thoughts of what he had previously come down for were gone and it seemed for that moment, only Arthur was in his universe while he awaited a response in that British accent he longed to hear.
Arthur blinked up and gazed at him through clouded eyes, "Yeah… Good morning." No eye contact was made to America's utter disappointment, but he shrugged it off and nodded simply.
Matthew now came in, America's laptop in his grasp, "Put your password in please?" He kindly requested pushing the open device in front of the Super Power. America tilted his head to the side and complied, it wasn't unusual for his brother to actually have the manners to do that after all.
Retreating the now fully accessible hard drive, Matthew marched out, "Come to the living room guys, now if you don't mind."
America found himself shrugging uncaringly and followed after his brother, he could feel Arthur scurry after him, but at a considerably safe distance.
When they got into the living room, Matthew took his spot in the single chair with the laptop on his lap securely as he typed madly. America watched Arthur take a seat on one of the two couches within the room. Sighing, America took a seat in the couch opposite to the one the unruly haired young adult took.
America shot his brother an incredulous fleeting look, "Why are we here again…?"
"Because I said so."
Not willing to start an argument at the moment, America let it go despite himself.
Boredom and silence fell on top of the room, the only noise coming from the soft ticks and taters that erupted from Matthew's typing. America rolled his head, resisting the urge to grumble at the misfortunate events. Matthew could be such an ass. Swallowing a slight lump in his throat, he allowed his eyes to rest on the other man sitting opposite to him.
Their eyes locked for a brief second, and America felt his breathing hitch, momentarily forgetting that this person before him wasn't who he wanted and yearned for. The connection disappeared just as quickly as it was made when Arthur's face lit up and he sharply turned away while mumbling.
America blinked, slightly confused at this action. As far as he knew, he and Arthur hadn't gotten off to a rocky start, had they? Jogging through his memory, besides the whole 'knocking him unconscious' thing, he couldn't recall them ever even talking…
Suddenly it all came back to him, putting a hand over his mouth to stifle an oncoming noise of displeasure; America began to feel his face warm up a bit.
Sure, what had happened was awkward, but did Arthur really remember it? It didn't seem like that big of a deal, after all… It had been an accident… Right?
Time ticked by rather sluggishly and America began to grow antsy. The events that had occurred last night seemed to be fresh in the other's mind seeing as Arthur wouldn't dare look at him the whole time, and when his eyes somehow did land on him, he was blushing furiously and averted his gaze.
America didn't know whether to put him out his misery and tell him it was a mistake or tease him. With a polluting smile he decided on the later. "Pst!" He found himself calling attention to him not so discreetly.
Arthur went rigid and inclined his head to fully view the blue eyed man, his face filled with grief and mortification almost dreading what America had to say to him. Trying to stop himself from letting out a bark of laughter, America found himself mouthing out 'Peeping Tom.'
The reaction went off like fireworks on his birthday.
Green irises shrunk within the head of its owner, and the young man across from him squirmed and sputtered, his large eyebrows furrowed together while his lips were torn between scowling and staying agape. "W-what! No! It's not like that! Damn it! It was an accident!" With those words, he shot to his feet his embarrassed forest orbs glaring at America in a futile attempt to vaporize him.
His outburst immediately made Matthew look up from the laptop wide eyed, pushing up the frame of his glasses his brother looked between the two confused, "What…?"
Snickering quietly, America found himself shrugging his shoulders, "No clue… You okay there Arthur?" He shot the standing Briton his best hero smile, Arthur found himself clenching his fists to his sides before he fell back onto the couch. "It's n-nothing…" He weakly stated,
America continued looking at Arthur, silently hoping the other blonde would return his gaze so he could mess with him again.
Nodding slowly, Matthew now closed the laptop before promptly placing it on the coffee table in front of him. Curiously now, America and Arthur turned to glance at him, "So… what'd you find out?" America voiced, watching the Canadian heave a sigh and seemingly sink in his seat.
Matthew turned to look at him with a frown, "There has been absolutely no further development in the island mishaps… Sorry Al…" A sympathetic look was shot his way making Alfred turn his head to the side with a careless shrug, another stab to his wounded heart executed sharply, especially as he recalled Arthur lounging parallel to him, most likely watching him with confusion and virtually no care of his feelings.
That thought alone, of his Arthur— America supposed he should call him England now— not knowing who he was and not caring for him, was enough to make his stomach threaten to wretch up whatever contents were in it.
"I take it you had family or grandparents on one of the islands huh?"
Gasping slightly, America turned to look at Arthur, who sat watching him with understanding and depth within his features. The nation nodded dumbly, not expecting to hear any reaction from the other, "Well… Not really… Someone who I knew and was very dear to me." He found himself answering.
His words made Matthew bite his bottom lip and Arthur to scowl. Mentally cursing, America attempted to go over his sentence in his head again, trying to detect what he had said wrong.
"That makes no sense. The islands disappeared about thirty years ago… There's no way you could have known someone who was lost." America felt his mouth drop while little holes of logic began to burn through his being as Arthur's intensified leer beamed over him.
Matthew laughed nervously, "Alfred is crazy like that. Just ignore him or accept him. Don't worry about it." Rubbing the back of his head, America didn't know if he should have retorted on the insult or send the wavy haired blonde a grateful look for the save.
Arthur nodded his head slowly, wariness on the matter clearly shown, "Uh-huh… So now that you are quite done, can you drop me back to the Academy now?"
Resting his head on one of his hands, America felt his stomach clench up at the thought of him going… He supposed it was for the best. That wasn't England, no matter how alike they looked, sounded, or behaved. Yet, the idea of having a mirror image so close, yet so far away brought about a feeling of completeness to the nation's stomach.
"Wait, before you drop him off… Mattie, the only reason you called me was to talk about no improvement on the island crisis?" Arching a brow upwards, America looked at his brother questioningly.
Matthew sighed before standing up, determination rimmed in his eyes while he gazed down at both America and Arthur. America recognized the light in his brother's being that was only viewable once in a blue moon.
"You see, I don't know exactly how to tell you this…" His soft voice was heightened in a way that normally made the Super Power chuckle in amusement, but right now he could only watch blankly, awaiting his words.
Clearing his throat, Matthew offered both Arthur and America a smile, "But Francis and I were talking last night… And we have this… Theory." Scratching his cheek, he looked down, all forms of his former confidence apparently evaporated with the wind.
America laughed; he could see where this conversation was going. "Does this have anything to do with having babies? Because I'm pretty sure men can't have them no matter how hard you try, bro."
Two glares simultaneously aimed their way to the depths of his soul when he finished his sentence. Matthew crossed his arms, obviously not amused with his teasing. "No. Let's try being serious, okay?"
Shrugging, America sunk in his seat; he wasn't sure how this was meant to be serious if France was somehow involved.
Letting out another breath, the Canadian looked over at Arthur again, "Like I said… I'm not exactly sure on how to say this and all but Francis and I came up with this theory late last night," He paused before starting again, with his hands in front of him shakily, "The United Kingdom disappeared along with every other island across the globe about thirty years ago… Apparently, your parents were both from England, Arthur… Not only that, you have the pure accent despite growing up here in the United States."
"And…?" Arthur deadpanned, "Where exactly is this going, if you don't mind me asking."
America nodded, a tight frown on his face, "Yeah, I don't get what you're trying to say. Who cares about all that?" With his words, he gave Arthur a sideways glance, both of his parents were from the UK and yet they escaped the phenomenon… He would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about the full story.
Matthew rocked on his heels a bit, "I know you noticed Alfred… It's hard to not notice… Arthur, he's basically England from every physical feature visible. Not only that, but England's human name and his are the exact same." His words were rushed and America grumbled, slightly annoyed at the fact his brother would bring that up,
"What's the point of this?" He found himself asking growing more irritated. "England? What?" Arthur asked, his voice filled with the same impatience America's held.
"What I'm trying to say is that it's there! I can feel it, France felt it, and I'm pretty sure you can too! Arthur here… He… This is so hard to explain." Hanging his head, Matthew reached over to pick up the closed laptop.
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Arthur blinked his eyes, he felt so far off and dazed with the conversation the two twins shared. Literally like a stranger among best friends. Nibbling on his lip, he resisted the urge to bring his eyes back to Alfred.
He was still embarrassed to death about the whole incident from last night… And everything just got worst when Alfred thought he was some pervert now. It made him want to just punch the idiotic smirk the moron shot him earlier before shrinking away.
Arthur would have been lying if he said Alfred wasn't attractive. Damn it, especially now in broad daylight, the other boy was the perfect personification of the United States Golden Boy.
"The password is USemeUKe. Capital 'U' 'K' and 'S'." Alfred stated simply, his voice droned out in pure monotone. Matthew looked up slightly confused, and shot Arthur a quick look that didn't go unnoticed to the messy haired blonde.
Scoffing, Arthur looked at Alfred, all his previous awkwardness toward the blue eyed boy shriveled away,
Matthew snorted as well, most likely in agreement with Arthur on the thoughts. But without words he began typing the password, "I thought it was FUCKYEAHStriptheStars last time."
"Get with the times bro, I changed that years ago. I always topped… Most of the time… Besides, it always made Artie pissy when he had to use my laptop!" With those words, Arthur noted with a cringe, Alfred began pouting like a dejected puppy. "It's an awesome password if you ask me."
Arthur rolled his eyes, "I don't recall anyone asking you, but if you insist." The words flew out his mouth before he had a chance to catch them. But honestly! He couldn't help it! Immature idiots were his tongue and brains natural enemy.
Alfred turned to stick his tongue out at Arthur, "Well, no one asked, but being as important as I am, my opinion wasn't only necessary, but also a necessity." Briefly, Arthur swore he saw the cheerful blue crystals beyond the framed glasses flash a remorseful outlook before resuming to their more familiar 'Holier-than-thou' reflection.
Twitching his eye and folding his arms over his chest, Arthur bared his teeth, "Is that so? You sound full of yourself you know. Being big-headed like that can only bring you trouble."
"Well of course I'm full of myself," The 'Duh' tone was all too present, "As a hero, I should be after all! But you wouldn't know much about that would you? You seem like one of those normal humans you can just pick up off the street. I have no idea where Mattie picked you up from and all, but it wasn't Hero Hall, I'll give you that much." Lazily putting his hands behind his head, he gave Arthur a shining grin that made the teens blood boil.
Arthur felt his face puff with anger and irritation, "Git! What the hell is Hero Hall anyways? Some sort of imaginary crowning place for breeding more pompous idiots like you? If that's the case, I rather be picked up from the streets than there!" He finished off his small rant with a heated glare at the other boy whose grin became more prominent with every insulting word that was released. Arthur admitted that little fact creeped him out a tad bit.
"Hey! You're the last one that should be talking about imaginary! Don't get me started on your imaginary fri—"
"Guys, that's enough!" Matthew cut in exasperated. He and Alfred paused and turned to look over at the quiet boy. "You fight just the same…" Arthur heard him grumble out in frustration.
Alfred pursed his lips but said nothing, and from there Arthur concluded Matthew was constantly scolding the other like a little child.
Not that Arthur blamed him. Alfred was pretty annoying so far.
"Okay… Arthur, Alfred, come over here please…" Matthew now stated staring at the laptop screen memorized. Arthur found himself exchanging a questionable glance Alfred's way, and when the American showed no indication of knowing what was going on, the Briton boy bit his tongue gently but rose from his seat and towards the quieter of the twins.
His eyes got wide the instant he looked at the screen.
"W-what?" His lips seemingly moved on their own accord. This was just too weird…
It was a picture of him and Alfred. They were both apparently freefalling in the sky with no parachutes or proper gear. The vast sky extended beyond the frame of the picture with clouds in the background and a small green flooring way below them. Alfred pointed at the camera, an impish grin on his face, and with his other hand was firmly wrapped around his, Arthur's own hand as he fell lower than the obviously crazy American. His eyes weren't filled with the fear of apparent death that awaited them. Instead, he looked up at Alfred with angry eyes and flushed cheeks, his teeth bared in aggravation as they fell. The event captured perfectly in one photo.
But how? That looked exactly like him. Arthur's heart now began to race. How was this possible? Identical twins couldn't possibly look that identical. Alfred and Matthew were proof of that.
"I remember this…" Alfred spoke out, his voice quieter and gentle than usual, Arthur noted after jumping out of his thoughts startled. Why wasn't he as surprised to see the Arthur-look-a-like within the picture as he was! He and Alfred had never met each other besides this morning!
"Me too." Matthew dryly stated with a grimace on his face, "I took the picture, remember?"
Arthur continued to stare at the photo on the screen; he couldn't tear his gaze away now…
However, Matthew cleared his throat while giving the teen a slight poke at the wrist. Blinking rapidly, Arthur allowed his green eyes to land on the sheepish Canadian.
Matthew gave him a weak smile, "Arthur… I guess I should start with the basics of this… Alfred and I, we aren't exactly 'normal'." He averted his eyes back down to his lap, and Arthur could have laughed at the sudden shocked look that Alfred held.
"Mattie! What are you doing? You can't go telling humans about us!" Frantically, Alfred looked at his brother in panic and Arthur found himself growing more and more lost in the conversation.
"Not normal…? What do you mean?" Arthur had to admit, he was hugely open minded… The idea of fairies, unicorns, and gnomes had never been strange to him. In fact, he discreetly still believed in the tales from time to time. Just not aliens. Dear god… He hated the thought of the buggers with a bloody passion.
The Canadian shot his brother a desperate look, "Alfred, calm down. I know what I'm doing." Despite the reassuring tone, Alfred scowled deeply, walking over to the couch and sinking himself in it.
Arthur found a smirk cracking onto his face at the image of Alfred sulking like a child not getting his way, but, thinking back to his current position, he looked back down at Matthew, the impatience and confusion in his eyes now replaced with genuine curiosity.
Matthew tapped his chin, "Well, to begin with. 'Matthew' isn't my real name, well not my true name. My name is actually Canada. And Alfred's true name is America."
What?
"Wait. Canada and America? You mean, like the countries?" Arthur squinted his eyes at the blonde while backing away; Matthew nodded before placing the laptop on the coffee table and standing up, "Yup…"
Arthur cocked his head to the side, "I… I don't understand. You're both named after countries or something? What's so non-human about that?"
Alfred snorted rather loudly, catching both his and Matthew's attention, when he didn't have anything else to add, Matthew sighed with flushed cheeks,
"We aren't just named after the countries… The thing is… We are countries. We're the physical personifications of the United States of America and Canada." He explained before rubbing the back of his head nervously with a laugh.
The messy haired blonde blinked. "… You honestly don't expect me to believe that, do you?" Cracking a grin he looked at both Alfred and Matthew expectantly, awaiting for either to get up and begin laughing about the joke they just played on him. When neither did, Arthur began to feel his world lacking air and getting suffocated, "Do you…?"
"No way in hell!" Alfred suddenly shouted, jumping to his heat. A loud thud was accompanied with this as he glared hotly at his brother, blue eyes ablaze, "I just got what you're trying to do Matthew! That isn't right! There is no fucking way that this is England! Your theory fails!"
Matthew calmly looked at his brother, as though expecting that type of outbursts, "Do you have any evidence that proves he isn't England, Alfred?" The question made Alfred's dangerous leer weaken a notch,
"Yes. For one, he doesn't remember us, he doesn't remember his own self, he doesn't remember anything! Another, he's human! Not to mention, the United Kingdom is still gone! And, and, and…" Alfred trialed off, his strong voice growing lower and lower with each exclamation and his eyes grew sadder before finally going downcast silently.
"You really don't look at the possibilities do you?" Sighing, Matthew slowly began approaching Arthur who was as wide eyed as ever, gently, the Canadian pressed a hand on Arthur's shoulder comfortingly, "Arthur, we are countries. Not only that, but you know the island nations that disappeared not too long ago…?"
Smiling at the speechless Briton, Matthew laughed slightly, "Well, you just so happen to be the personification of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. One of the nations we lost those years back."
"You guys are crazy." Were the words that immediately flew out Arthur's mouth while he dusted off Matthew's hand with narrowed eyes. "Personification of nations? What the hell do you take me for? A child?"
"If this whole 'reincarnation mumbo jumbo' is true, he certainly has England's sense of trust." Arthur heard Alfred mumbling from the couch,
Matthew looked at Arthur with nothing but hope filled eyes, "We aren't lying. It's the truth…"
"Show me proof then." Arthur curtly demanded while crossing his arms, "If you're countries, surely you're not as average as us humans." Crinkling his nose, he prepared himself to see them perform some sort of feat.
Silence dropped across the room as Alfred and Matthew blinked, possibly to think of a way to justify their existence. "Well, there is that picture of you on the laptop." Alfred suggested, "I have a million more of England and I on there if you wanna see them."
"That doesn't prove anything! Y-you could have just Photoshopped those!" Arthur insisted blushing despite himself, this all didn't make any sense anyways. Human personification of countries? What kind of prank was this?
"Well, we could show the fact that we heal fast, but I don't want to cut myself…" Matthew gently provided, however Alfred cocked his head to the side and continued staring at the green eyed teen, "Why the hell would I Photoshop over a million pictures of you and I when technically, we just met today? No offense dude, but isn't that kind of a stupid defense?" Alfred then began chuckling, "Hahaha!"
Arthur glared at him, "How do I know? You freaks were probably watching my every move for years now!"
"Years now? But you actually look way older in this picture then you do now." Alfred logically pointed out to Arthur's despair, "And I'm pretty sure someone like you wouldn't willingly jump out a plane with no parachute. England didn't even want to." His eyes were filled with amusement and a twinkle in them that made Arthur's blush more prominent.
"Well okay… Even if that is me, then how come I don't remember it?"
Alfred's grin instantly vaporized into a frown and he turned his face to the side, "I don't know. Don't ask me… Mattie seems to be the all-knowing on this." His voice cracked a bit and Arthur couldn't help but look at him lost.
Matthew shrugged, "Like I said, Francis and I are still if-y on this."
"France." Arthur automatically stated, "Francis is the representative of France, isn't he?" Skeptically he watched Matthew perk up in surprise while nodding his head, "Y-yes, he is! How'd you figure it out?"
Arthur shrugged his shoulders while drifting his eyes, "Its common sense I suppose. Very obvious to decipher where you originate from, especially since I go to World Union." Closing his left eye he felt his face cool a bit, "Speaking of which, can you drop me off now? Or you know… I can just take the bus…"
"Oh… Right. Sorry for nearly forgetting." Glumly, Matthew nodded his head and turned to exit the living room area, "I'll just get the keys." Silently, he stepped his way out, leaving Arthur standing up rather awkwardly by himself and Alfred on the couch.
"They're in my room on the countertop." Alfred called out to him after he disappeared,
Now, the his current circumstances began to fully rest upon his shoulders as Arthur felt his blood chill before he turned to look Alfred who lazily looked around as though everything in the world was slowly turning.
This couldn't have pissed Arthur anymore off. Wasn't he the supposed 'United States of America'? If that was the case, and they believed him to be the United Kingdom, why the hell wasn't this prat more excited to see him?
Tapping his right foot and with an annoyed leer aimed at the blonde, Arthur spoke, "Alfred… If I can call you that—"
"Call me America."
Blinking, Arthur found his irritation momentarily lost, Alfred remained stationary, his eyes on the wall across the room, about 90 degrees away from where Arthur stood, his expression passively calm, "America," He corrected himself, getting a feel of how the name went on his tongue.
He didn't like it one bit. It didn't feel right. Referring to someone as a country when it wasn't their birth name… It made him feel a tad bit stupid…
Ignoring his feelings on the sentiments, he continued, "So, as country-people, you guys aren't some sort of government secret are you?" Fidgeting in his skin, he awaited to hear the boy's response.
Alfred…America turned to gaze at him now, the azure blue eyes showing nothing but an oblivious happy shine, a grin now leapt its way onto his face, "Go to hell, Arthur!" He exclaimed smiling.
Arthur could only stare at the American who stood to his feet; the only thing circulating through his mind was if the words he heard were correct. America however sent him a wink, "I honestly think all of this is as crazy as you do, but you know, Mattie's such a Canadian, and you know how Canadian's are… With their weird accents, hockey, and lies! Hahaha!" Sticking his tongue out like a little brat the blonde haired teen skipped out the room almost as though he were frolicking through flowers.
The young Briton still watched, speechless at how such menacing words escaped the others mouth as though they were compliments. Couldn't the moron read the atmosphere? If so, America definitely needed mental help. If not, someone needed to teach him, and fast. Arthur wasn't sure if he could handle such idiocy…
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"Gotta have my bowl! Gotta have cereal!"
"Shut up!" Arthur and Matthew hissed in perfect unison, "Also slow the hell down! The speed limit is 80! This isn't a bloody race track!" Arthur added in hotly over the blaring music that pounded throughout the enclosed car.
America—with a shirt on at last— drove the car down the highway at an alarming rate; it seemed to the young adult that the reckless driver was stomping on the gas pedal with all his might at the way they were accelerating. Not only that, the moron had the impudence to actually abuse not only the poor stereo, but also his and Matthew's –or should he say Canada now?— ears with some horrible shit he called music.
Arthur wished he had taken the bus.
Literally seeing the pout in his voice, America didn't take his eyes off the road, "But this song is hilarious… How can you guys not love it?"
"Very easily… This is my first time hearing this and the artist sounds as though she has breathing problems so she projects her voice through her nose, it's pretty obvious Auto-Tune was used. Not only that, but it was used horribly. Also, what the hell kind of lyrics is she using? Does it really matter what seat she takes just so long as she doesn't fall out the damn car? No. I don't think so." Arthur deadpanned while glaring up at America.
Matthew sighed while turning down the volume on the stereo up front, "He took the words right out of my mouth…"
America huffed, sounding either offended or angry, Arthur couldn't tell from his seat, and managed to stay surprisingly silent for the rest of the drive.
Before he knew it they were stopped right out the gate to the Academy campus. Matthew looked back at him with a smile, "We're having a World Meeting on Wednesday… So Alfred and I were wondering, do you think you could come over so the rest of the World can you know… Know you exist?" The car came to a stop and Arthur unbuckled his seat belt.
"World Meeting…? To meet the rest of the nations?" Arthur questioned warily, he honestly didn't want anything to do with these people anymore… Especially the American in the driver's seat.
Matthew nodded shyly, "Yeah, and I heard you have a Seychellois and a Japanese friend… Can you invite them too?"
"Well… I don't know… I mean we all have busy schedules and—"
"That's perfectly fine! I'll go make the appointment then!" Gripping the steering wheel, America turned his head to give Arthur a wink and a thumbs up before turning ahead,
Arthur felt his eyes widen, "W-what! No! It's quite alright!" He insisted heavily before he felt his body rocket forward with a sudden jerk because of the car's sudden acceleration. He found himself instantly fumbling to buckle himself in as he looked ahead at where the gate to enter was.
"Hey, slow down so I can scan my ID for the gate to open."
"What? No. That's boring."
"Alfred… You're driving a little too fast. Slow down before you crash into the gate…"
"Don't worry, I don't plan on crashing! I plan on smashing through the gate! Heroes always make flashy entrances after all!"
"Alfred!"
"Hahaha!"
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T-too long OTL But the other islanders are going to be featured next time for sure. You'll see all those lost, so stay patient until next time I guess~
I made a mistake last chapter! I didn't even realize it, but it's not spelling or grammar wise… More like story-line wise. First person to catch it and tell me, I'll pay a commission for you by my friend on Deviant art of any two Hetalia characters you want~! If not Hetalia, two of your OCs :]
Also, first person to guess the song America was singing in the car gets a commission as well |D
If no one gets these, I'll say the answers next chapter~