Once Upon A Time [2p!Canada x Reader x 1p!Canada]

Chapter 2 | An American and A Brit

[Reader's P.O.V]

Thirty minutes. Thirty minutes until Matthew's brother comes over. I can wait thirty minutes, right? I've already waited for hours, so thirty minutes shouldn't be much.

No. This is the longest thirty minutes of my life. What's happening back at my home? Did I really teleport to a whole different dimension? Matt and the others must be worried sick about me.

"Hey, just relax. Arthur would be here in a while," Matthew suddenly spoke up. He must've noticed that I was panicking again. I have been panicking every now and then ever since I tried to call Matt. I'm really thankful that Matthew has been here to remind me to relax. I don't know how I'd be doing right now if he wasn't here.

"Is Arthur great at this magic stuff?" I really need a change of topic. Matthew thought for a second. "Well, I'm not really sure. I haven't seen him actually do it nowadays. He would show me some tricks when I was younger, though."

"So Arthur is a magician or something?"

"He's not like ordinary magicians that you see in birthday parties, "

"Like a magic pony," I laughed. Matthew laughed back at me. "Like a magic pony, eh?"

Curiosity struck me. "Does he know about fairies and mythological things?" Matthew stared at me like I had just guessed something. "Arthur likes talking to them at times."

Okay, so this Arthur guy can talk to fairies. Totally normal, right? He's a magician, so maybe it's normal to him?

"That's actually pretty cool! I want to talk to fairies." My childishness strikes again. Dang it, me. Matthew chuckled. "I should tell Arthur to show them to you sometime, eh? There's only one problem, though. No one else has seen the creatures other than Arthur." Okay, weird but I accept that. "I don't think I'll have time, sadly. I kind of need to teleport back home."

Matthew suddenly remembered and he actually looked kind of sad. "Oh yeah, you have to get back home, eh?" He faked a laugh.

Our conversation just dragged on and on. Matthew and his talking polar bear are really funny. They're really uplifting. Sometimes it felt as if I was in an actual normal situation.

Moments later, the doorbell rang. I looked at a clock and it was already eight o' clock. That's weird, it's like time passed by so fast. Who would've known? Matthew must be some sort of magic time lord. Heh, I'm so funny.

I followed Matthew to the door. Matthew unlocked the door, slowly opened it and basically gave me another mini panic attack. I tried to remain calm and just silently freak out in my head.

"Good evening, Matthew." An unhappy looking man with a thick British accent greeted. He looks like Oliver! He just has dirty blonde hair instead of pinkish blonde, emerald green eyes instead of sky blue ones and he had no freckles!

"Sup, dude! I came along with Arthur!" Someone just suddenly popped in view from the side of the doorway. Now this guy looks like Allen! Unlike Allen, he has ash blonde hair and blue eyes behind his black rimmed glasses.

"Alfred, what are you doing here?" Matthew asked. Arthur sighed. "He crashed an entire freaking drone in my house." Alfred pouted. "I really worked hard to customize that drone!" Arthur clicked his tongue. "Putting different colored duct tape to make the drone look like the American flag doesn't count as 'working really hard to customize it'"

Okay. Just calm down, me. These guys just look exactly like your friends, nothing to freak out over. Just scream internally.

"Oliver? Allen?" Gosh dang it, I spat out their names.