Next Day

Like usual the five teenagers met up by the overstuffed coach and began their trek to breakfast.

They walked into the Cafeteria and sat down for their breakfast.

America took sausage and bacon with eggs, Canada took his stereotypical pancakes and the other three found some oatmeal suited them nicely.

It was the same as any other day since they had come to this school.

Except for one change from the usual procedure today though.

Today the twins were the ones with the questions.

"So, what's with the three headed dog you three were talkin' bout last night" Alfred asked plainly, not bothering with formalities.

This time it was the three who started choking on their food, and paled worriedly.

The nations knew it was kind wrong to feel happy that for once they were not the ones under the microscope, but at least they got some sort of justice for all the scrutiny they had been under since they arrived.

"W-what dog" Ron badly lied.

America gave him an unimpressed look and let his glasses slide down his nose.

"Dude, I've worked with liars my whole life, I could crack the most experienced there is. Call it a gift and I'm sorry to say this, but I'm not buying it."

"Well, why should we answer?" Harry stated.

"Right, you get defensive when we barge into your personal life" Hermione agreed.

"How about a compromise" Mathew suggested.

All eight eyes were now trained on him.

"How about if you answer our question we answer one of yours."

"Deal" Hermione quickly agreed.

The other two thirds of their group looked at her wide eyed.

She turned to them and whispered, "They can help us track down whatever going on here, and we can get information out of them."

They nodded and looked to the twins.

"One thing, before we start. How did you hear about this anyway?" Harry asked.

"Simple" Mathew started, lying expertly. He is just as good a lair as his brother, if not better, at making up the story's when the pressure is lower. He is actually much better at creating believable situations, America just delivers them better. "Alfred was having one of his night terrors and I was helping him. You three were talking loud enough that I'm pretty sure the Ravenclaws could here you across the school".

"Oh" Harry then said dejectedly. "Well I guess we'll go first."

"We were on our way to our wizard duel with Malfoy, who chickened out by the way, and on our way back we came across a room and inside was a huge three headed dog, sitting on a trap door. Hagrid said that the dogs name is fluffy and he bought it a few years ago, we think that it's guarding something and we are also trying to figure who Nicolas Flammel."

Ignoring the gnawing feeling that he's heard that name before, America listened for any giveaway of a lie or a withheld but of information, but they passed the Alfred test.

"Okay now" Hermione said. "Our turn"

She wanted to ask them about the scars. She had looked it up and found there was no such thing as 'Lighting Ally', but she wanted to save that card for later.

Instead she went with and even more pressing question.

"How did you fall off that broom and not even get the slightest bit injured?"
The twins looked at each other and began hand signaling again.

"Lie" signed Mathew.

"Just follow my lead" America signed back.

"I know this is going to sound strange, but when we were younger we wanted to be stunt people".

The other three raised their eye brows in disbelief.

"Seriously?" Mathew signaled. "I know see why you say i'm the story guy".

"Well then you should have done it" America messaged back.

Hermione detected the signals and interrupted by saying "How does that explain anything?"

"Easy" He lied smoothly.

"We took a bunch of classes on free falling and stuff. We've done it from way higher than that before too. Once you have the technique you can do it from any height".

His amazing ability lie and make the most unbelievable situation seem realistic might also be helped by the fact he has Hollywood, the story capital of the world.

None of the trio wanted to believe him, but it all sounded so plausible.

'There cannot be this many coincidences. I mean what kid spent their entire childhood learning military commands and stunt work?' Hermione thought.

"Can we ask one more question?" she asked.

"Shoot" Alfred responded leaning back in his chair.

"What are all the hand signals you and Mathew give each other?"

Harry and Ron looked at her confused.

"What hand signals?" Ron asked.

"The ones they use all time when doing their twin thing. How haven't you noticed?"

"Sorry didn't see it" He defended.

"Anyway please continue."

America felt no need to lie on this one.

"Oh, we made it up when we were colonies"

He only noticed his slip up to late.

"Why did you call yourselves Colonies?" Ron demanded.

"Colonies is a North American term for kids, eh" Mathew quickly replied.

"Well anyway" Alfred continued, paying closer attention to his word choices. "We used it like our own secret language. It was great for planning pranks and things like that".

"So what does taping each finger against your palm mean?"

"Idiot" he lied.

He found it extremely ironic he had to lie about the lying signal.

"So I guess I'll be using that one a lot" Joked Hermione, trying to ease the tension.

She didn't want to push, especially since their current strategy seemed to be working.

'Even if they are lying' she reasoned, 'they still will trust us more and we will be able to get closer.'

They went back to eating when Draco walked into the room and strolled over to them.

"Hello CanAme" he greeted, actual quite politely.

The two blondes, who were actually quite relaxed before he came, did a spit take, which Ron and Harry thankfully dodged.

"What did you say" Alfred choked, holding his throut and sputtering.

"CanAme?"

The two turned bright red in the face and scooted away from each other.

"Who told you about that?" squeaked the violet eyed brother. "Because I swear whatever they said is a complete lie!"

"If it was Elizebeta, Kiku or Francis I swear the seven years war is going to seem like a prick on the…" He threatened.

"Wait a second." He stopped mid threat.

America looked into Draco's eyes and saw that the color was darker and his pupils dilated.

"Whew, it's fine Mattie, he has no idea."

Draco looked at him stunned, no one has ever seen through his bluffs before. Not even trained professionals.

Not that he'd ever lied to trained professionals…

At least as far as they could prove anyhow.

"Of course I know you twit" He said convincingly, "Why would I confront you if didn't?"

"Look dude I know you're lying. Your eyes are darker and the pupil's dilated. Also and the more obvious clue is you already would have either told the entire school or used it for Black Mail already." Alfred rolled his eyes.

Draco was shocked that the idiot was able to read body language so well.

'Wait' he thought, 'if he's able to read it so well, why doesn't he do it in front of others? He's already become the school joke for not reading the atmosphere?'

"Well then how would I know to call you that?" He spoke.

"Maybe because of this". Canada said.

Mathew reached into his bag and pulled out a bag full of the little microphones and tracking devices that were sewed onto his and his brother's bag.

"I'm assuming this belongs to you" he whispered handing them over, still being extremely cordial.

It was as if he weren't handing him a bag of high grade spying equipment that he had used to track them.

"How did you find them?" he seethed.

"You're not the first to try, and the others had much better equipment. Those are practically from the stone age".

Those 'stone age' micro cameras cost more than Ron's house.

Draco stomped off. He had hoped on following the twins again later, but now if he wanted to snoop he would have to do it the old fashioned way.

America turned to his brother.

"He really thought we wouldn't notice?"

Then the bell rang and they went to class as usual.

Except today there were no hospital visits.

That left the trio with even more questions now.

'Who and why has someone tracked them before?'

A week later

"Mattie, I think I'm going to throw up".

It was the day of their first quibich match against Slytherin and Alfred was a nervous wreck and Mathew was trying comforting his brother.

He wasn't the slightest bit scared since he knew that if he embarrassed himself, everyone would forget about it anyway.

The rest of the team was also high on nerves.

This was a new thing started this year.

Some of the students the previous year had decided that the school didn't have enough sport teams, So many hours of work later Paired quibich was formed.

Similar rules except everything was doubled.

Everything except the snitch, there was still only one of those.

The only other difference is before the points for catching the snitch can be given; both seekers much touch the ball at least once.

The coach for the Gryffindor team came into the room and led the team out.

The twins felt extremely small in the giant filed, and they couldn't help but notice that most of the eyes in the stadium were on them.

Even the Slytherins, and they had declared war on the nations in no uncertain terms.

They literally put a declaration of war their desks once.

Considering the two had actually seen and made plenty of them, they were actually quite impressed at its quality.

As they rose on their brooms, they caught a glance of the opposing seekers.

Draco Malfoy and his fellow Slytherin and twin hater since the train fight, Vincent Crabbe.

"Time for revenge" Crabbe yelled.

Draco looked and saw his friend had an almost feral look in his eye.

'This should be fun' he thought.

The twins gulped, let's just say last time they saw someone with that look in their eye, the bad touch trio was in the hospital for three weeks and Romano was being held back by six nations.

Lesson learned: Don't touch Italy's curl.

"Welcome to the first ever Paired Quibich game" A women on the ground announced.

"I am assuming you all know the rules so let us begin."

With that she released all the balls and the game was off.

The two turned on their headsets so they could speak to each other.

"Ready" one said.

"Ready"

And with that Mathew, Draco, Alfred and Crabbe all flew as high as they could.

From up there they could see the entire game.

After a few minutes Gryffindor had already scored twenty points and that side of the crowd was going wild.

The four were searching for the golden snitch when the Brothers brooms began to buck.

"Wow liberty, calm down."

"You named your broom liberty?" Draco snorted, but went unheard.

The twins were now almost knocked off and while the Slytherins were laughing and smiling that their enemies were in danger.

The Gryffindors however, who had actually come to like the two despite their odd personalities, were not.

"What's going on with their broomsticks?" someone asked.

Hermione was looking at the two through binoculars and wondering the same thing.

Then when she looked across the field she was Snape was mouthing some incantation and looking straight at the brothers.

"It's Snape!" she announced. "He's jinxing the broom!"

"What do we do?" shouted Ron over the screams of the crowd.

"Leave it to me" and with that she ran off underneath the bleachers.

While she was running, in the air the twins were still holding on for dear life.

Suddenly the brooms flipped over and now the two were hanging on by one arm each.

"America, if we fall from this height and don't get hurt, they'll be no way to talk our way out of it."

"I know, just hold on, I'm sure the brooms will fix themselves."
And he was right, a few seconds later the broom stopped shaking and they climbed back on again, choosing to ignore the smell of smoke spreading through the arena.

The four spotted the golden ball at the same time.

"Bomber dive" the two yelled simultaneously.

The two did a specialty dive, performed by the most well trained pilots while the crowd oh'd and Ah'd.

Well the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs cheered.

The Slytherins were all groaning and the two Ravenclaws that did decide to come were engrossed in the Hunger Games to even notice.

Once again, you know what they say about stereotypes.

Not wanting to be outdone by their enemies, Draco and Vincent also descended down.

The four were flying side by side and occasionally bumping into each other.

Seeing how the four were neck and neck, Alfred decided they needed to get ahead.

"Hey Canadia, let's try maneuver 10 28"

"America are you Crazy! We haven't done that in fifty years. And last time we tried you almost crashed into the Pacific!"

"Please bro, I'll be careful"

"No"

"Please"

"No America"

"Pretty pretty please, with Pancakes on top"

"Ugh, Fine. But if you puke it's not my fault."

Then when they were only a few feet off the ground, the twins sped up ahead of Draco and Crabbe and

They started flying around them, cutting off any way for them to leave.

The other two looked at them and started to feel slightly dizzy watching.

The two kept going until they had created a little whirl wind.

The two inside, thanks to the suction, were dragged down spinning and crashed into the ground.

When Draco hit, he immediately started cursing and collecting his broom.

Seeing this as a short opportunity, the twins resumed racing for the glimmering sphere.

When they were only a few feet away, the two carefully stood up on their brooms.

The two interconnected their hands creating a net, and then they sped up.

The snitch was caught in their hands, just like according to plan and they stumbled off their broom.

Mathew handed the snitch to the keeper who then announced the Gryffindor was the winner and the entire front side of the field (where the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs sat) went wild.

Mathew was beaming and soaking in the cheers, happy to finally be the center of attention till he looked over and saw his brother.

Usually his brother would be jumping up and down like a Kangaroo at his other brother Australia's place and laughing his loud hero laugh, but not this time.

"I think he's gonna' be sick" a man with a large beard called from the Red and Gold tower.

Alfred held up a hand, signaling to the audience he would be fine.

"Ugh I'm dizzy; remind me not to do that again."

"Ame'! I told you that maneuver was a bad idea!"

"Mattie, just ignore me and enjoy your moment the spotlight".

Reluctantly agreeing, Canada turned from his brother and looked out at the cheering croup that was chanting their names.

Alfred, who was still extremely nauseous, looked over at his smiling brother.

He knew Canada really loved it when he got to be the one being cheered, instead of him.

He made a note to himself to let that happen more often.

Basking in the glory, Mathew didn't notice Bludger flying towards him until it was too late.

It hit him in the back of the head and he went toppling down.

"Canada!" America yelled, losing all sense of grogginess the instant he hit the ground.

Off in the corner, Draco high-fived Crabbe who was holding the bat in his hand.

"Nice shot" he said.

"Serves them right" He yelled over to the brothers, and Alfred glared at him.

"Ugh, great now I've got a headache" complained Mathew.

"It's fine, let's just go back to the trio" Alfred said, helping his brother up, who was now also glaring at Malfoy.

"We'll deal with him another time."