Canada's POV
After dinner, I noticed America was back to frowning and looking into nowhere. Every now and then he would look up and around like he didn't want to get caught. I could no longer hold my curiosity anymore and I grabbed America and made him sit down next to me on a couch. "What's going on, America? You're acting differently to where it seems something is happening to your country."
"Well, I-." he stopped and sighed. "Being the hero can get really tiring, dude. Always being the center of attention and the one everyone looks at is really stressful. Don't you wish you could just be the opposite of what you are?"
I nodded my head yes. "I would like to be noticed more," I agreed. We stopped talking and silence filled the room. America scrunched up his nose as if he was in a deep thought. His eyes lit up and he looked at me.
"I got it, dude!" America's voice boomed, scaring poor Kumajiro who was in the next room. "We could switch places! Me and you look almost exactly alike. With a few changes, we could look exactly like each other and be happy!"
My eyes lit up. "That's actually a really good idea, America!" We both jumped up.
"Alright, dude," America said as he started to slightly pace around "how will we do this?"
"It should be easy, I think. We could easily change clothes and quickly style our hair differently."
"Dude, I mean like, how do we pull this off? You're gonna have to speak up really loud and Kumajiro will have to be with me when we leave the house."
"Oh yeah," I sighed. "That should be somewhat difficult, but it can definitely happen," I reassured. "So I act loud and like the hero, and you stay quiet and stay with Kuma."
America looked at me. "We will be able to pull this off. We can just be each other out of the house, and we be ourselves here. Nothing should interfere."
It seemed like he was anxious about switching ourselves but something told me everything will be okay. We will be able to be happy. I will be noticed. I smiled to myself. "How about we try being each other today? Then next week when we have the meeting, it won't be as bad." America smiled at me.
"Alright, Canada."
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FanfictionCanada is always forgotten. America is always remembered. Both are unhappy. In order for them both to be happy, they have to change themselves to be the opposite of what they are. Except, they can't let anyone know about what they are doing. Starte...
