Hello! This is my first story here on Wattpad, and it might not be good to you all, but I hope you will enjoy it! This story is base on a role play I have been doing and I loved the way it's going that I just had to write a FanFiction about it! This story had the following shippings~~~
-Usuk
-2p usuk
-Canadacest (2p X Canada Canada)
And probably more to come! Anyway, on with the story! Enjoy~!
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Oliver took a deep breath before he entered the meeting room. He smoothed down the forest green suit he was wearing and fixed his hair, which had been dyed blonde. He was nervous, every time he met up with the other nations, he was afraid that he was going to mess up, like he was going to blow his cover. He had been doing this for a good amount of time, about 2 weeks maybe. Allen had sent him to kidnap his 1p counter part and take his place to spy on the rest of the nations. He really didn't know why, but Allen wanted him to do it, and if it was going to get Allen to love him, then so be it. Every day, he had to wake up in the morning, change into the dull clothing his counter part wore, and dye his hair the boring shade of blonde, instead of his usual baby pink. he also had to put in these itchy contact lenses that changed his neon blue eyes to the Emerald green.
Oliver sighed finally and walked through the door, repeating what he had to do in his mind. He sat down in the chair England usually sat in, placing his briefcase down as the room slowly filled with the rest of the nations. Before they new it, the room was filled and the meeting began. Oliver was mildly surprised at the end of it when nothing was accomplished, but he must have hid it very well. Time ticked on, and the meeting was soon over. As the countries calmly stood up and started to leave, Oliver bolted out of the room, desperate to get this 'junk' off of him He was in such a hurry, that he ended up forgetting his briefcase on the side of the table.
A certain American noticed the case as he was closing up, since it was his turn to do so. He hummed, taking the case with his. He closed up and started to head over to the Englishman's house. The walk was long and tiring, but he thought that it was going to be worth it when he was finally going to be able to get the Englishman to himself. He wondered if the other was sick though, since he had been off lately. America got so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realized that he was now just standing at the other's doorstep. He hesitantly reached out and knocked.
"Yo! Iggy!" He called through the door, knocking rather loudly.
Oliver gasped, his neon blue eyes widening. He had just changed into his pastel colored clothing, and had finally washed the last of the blonde coloring from his hair. His eyes darted around, looking for something to do so he wouldn't be found. He heard a loud pounding on the front door, causing more and more adrenaline to course through his veins.
"England! England open up! Come on! Are you mad at me? If you are, then I don't know what I did but I'm sorry!" He cried through the door.
America sighed when he still got no answer. Maybe he was out at the local cafe. He decided he should at least check the large house, hoping that nothing bad had happened to the British male. He searched for a spare key, before an idea popped into his head. He looked down at the shiny oak wood case he grasped in his gloved hand, hesitantly reaching down and opening the case. It wasn't his smartest choice, since the once neatly stacked papers that the case held shot out in all directions possible.
"God...Iggy's gonna kill me..." He thought, bending down and picking up the papers.
The tall American blonde stacked the shuffled papers as neat as he could and placed them in the case again, finding a small silver key in the jumbled mess still left on the concrete floor. He hummed, picking it up and pocketing it as he finished picking up the mess. As soon as he had finished cleaning up, he stood up again and stuck his hand in the pocket. He pulled out the small silver key in the palm of his hand, examining it. He took a deep breath, sliding it down and gently grasping the key in his finger tips. He hesitantly placed it in the key hole, the silver tip disappearing into the lock. His eyebrow raised slightly as he turned it, the sound of a lock unlocking sounded. He smiled widely, opening the door.
