A/N: This chapter is dedicated to @Pipmally

   April fools day was coming up and the young country of America was sitting in his room thinking of a prank to play. He wanted to have his older twin in it too since no one notices him, he wanted him to play an important part. So there he was, laying on his bed his head hanging off the foot of it as he stared at his reflection. Nothing came to mind. A knock at the door jutted him out of his thoughts, he tried to get off the bed but managed to fall face-first on the ground.

      When he got up and reached the door, he looked through the peephole to see who it was. Coincidentally, his brother was waiting outside his door. A baby polar bear in his arms as he stood on the porch in the spring evening. Letting his brother in, they talked and laughed with inside jokes whatnot.  Alfred (America) went into the kitchen and made him and his brother coffee, he put some creamer and milk in his and half a bottle of syrup in the other. He walked back to his brother and handed him the cup.

Handing the cup to his older twin he said, "So what brings you to my little country?"

"The meeting in a few days," The lighter blonde replied after taking a big drink of his beverage. "And you know that I like to come a few days before if it's in your country."

Alfred chucked and slapped his head lightly with a small smile. "Right, right, totally forgot."

"That's a surprise, you hardly forget anything unless you are either really busy, had too much homework, or thinking of the 'perfect prank'," Matthew retorted and a placed his cup down on the coffee table in front of him. "Which one is it?"

"April fools day is the last day of the world meeting this month," Alfred answered, a determined look shine brightly in his bright sky blue eyes. "And I want to do a prank that will put all others to shame."

"Ok, what is it?"

"You know how we're semi-identical? Same face, body shape, height, etc.? Well, what if we were identical?"

"I'm listening," Canada said intrigued at his younger brothers idea. Matthew thought of the same plan a few years back but decided not to do it.

"The night before April fools, we dye your hair my shade of blonde and I get some purple contacts, specifically your shade of purple," Alfred explained. "You're probably thinking, 'why your shade of blonde?' Well one it'll take too long and bleaching requires you to do it months before, and since you're gonna have my blonde hair I'll have your purple eyes so that way it could be even."

"Let's do it!" Canada said jumping up from his seat with excitement. "Let's go to Walmart so we can get the dye, then when we come back we can look for contacts."

"Ok! Lemme get my wallet and Kumajiki, or whatever his name is," Alfred spoke picking up his dark brown leather wallet and the baby polar bear that was trying to climb the kitchen counter. "Now we can go."

They got in Alfred's car and they went to Walmart. Upon arriving at the national store, girls of all ages starred at the two twins. Not noticing it, the twins carried on their way. They stood in the hair dye section for a good thirty minutes, looking at the female and male colors. But nothing was close to Alfred's shade of blonde. So what they did was they bought dozens and dozens of blamed hair dye. Matthew came up with the idea that if they buy a whole bunch, they could mix colors to make America's blonde shade. And that's what they did.

      So after they got back to America's house, they started searching for contacts.  Shooting on Amazon, eBay, Craig's List, and a bunch of others. When they found a good pair, or what they thought was a good pair, Alfred held the computer up to Canada's eyes and compared colors. They compared it to official pictures and pictures people took with the contacts on. Alfred was starting to lose hope until Matthew found a pair. He showed his brother and then held up the computer, his brothers face lit up with joy and quickly ordered the cosmetic eye color changers. The website said that it would come two days before the meeting and that it gave the boys enough time to see if it really was the same shade or not. So with that out of the way, they got ready in trash bag aprons and gloves and went to work on the dye.

.~time skip to April fools~.

           America's p.o.v.

             Tomorrow is April fools day. Don't remember if they celebrate it in other countries but whatever. Matthew's in my restroom putting the dye in his hair and I'm in the kitchen doing some paperwork that I just got today. It isn't a lot, but it takes time. There's papers for the number of cigarettes and cigars bought all over the country along with alcohol consumption, high school drop out sections, infant mortality rate. Man, my country probably has a whole lot more problems than any other. Wait. Scratch that. The Italian bro's have a whole lot more, but still. Two out of three children that were born when their parents were teens are high school dropouts, really?! Two out of three?!

Running my fingers through my hair, I read the packet of government business and fill out a form and take notes for the next Congress meeting. My stomach groans begging for food, but I know that if I take a break now I won't come back and finish it. So I eat after my work is done; which usually take about a few hours. And again, I don't have a lot.

Matthew comes out of the restroom with a Walmart bag around his head. His curl stuck out freely not wanting to be restrained by the plastic bag. The old hockey shirt was covered in blonde dye, his neck had streaks of the mixed hair dye dripping down. His hand was a bit yellow as well, but it'd come off when he showers. Canada walked over to where I was sitting and looked at my paperwork and then at me, then back to my paperwork. He said to me, "hungry?"

"Um, just a little bit," I answered but my stomach growled loudly. "Ok, maybe a lot-a bit."

"I'll go make something to eat, and when you're done maybe we can play some Mario kart."

"But you can't be baby peach!"

"Then you can't be Luigi"

I gasp. "Brother, how could you say that?!"

"Then let me be baby peach."

"fine whatever," I say and go back to my work.

         A few hours later I finish my work and dinner is ready. Walking into the kitchen I see Matthew making some weird food, he has the ingredients for sushi but the way he's making it isn't sushi. He rolls out the seemingly crispy rice as you would dough and he tops it off with things like avocado, some fish, wasabi powder, a weird mayo thing. When he finished he waved his hands and grabbed the food and put it on the table where I sat waiting. Going back he got some drinks and sat down with me.

         Asking him what it is he replied with a simple, "it's sushi pizza." I, of course, didn't know that it was a thing and didn't know if it'd taste good. Mattie grabbed a slice and ate it. I grabbed one and looked at it skeptically, I was afraid of two things. 1) its was good and I made it a dish in my country. 2) my brother was trying to poison me.

          "C'mon Al, it's not that bad," Matthew said between bites.

          "That's easy for you to say, you made the food and you like it," I retort. "But fine." I took a bite and was expecting it to taste mast and gross, but it didn't. It tasted like sushi. Needless to say, Mattie and I finished two of them.

          After that we played some Mario Kart,  I'd win some and Mattie would win some. But at the end of the day, Mattie always wins because he's too good at any peach. I swear if there's a Mario Kart championship he'd win just using baby peach.

.-the next day 3rd p.o.v. -.

The day started ordinary, or as ordinary, a world meeting could get. Everyone was doing what they normally do when Germany called out that the two youngest nations weren't there. England began to say that he was glad that the American wasn't here, France wondered where his Canadian son was. One after another they all began to either wonder where they are or say aloud how relieved they were that the new world twins weren't there. Of course, people who liked the twins (Prussia, Mexico, Sealand, and Molossia) were genuinely concerned about them.

While everyone one talking the door opened very slowly and quietly allowing the two men inside. They stood next to each other the same way, their dark brown briefcase hung down on their side against their black suit pants. Honey golden blonde hair styled and combed back the exact same; crystal violet eyes twinkled with the same mischievous glint. Neither of them moved in fear that the plan would fall apart, but together did they walk towards their seat. One by one the other countries noticed them. They watched as the identical twins sit down in their seat and pull out their papers.

        As they were getting ready everyone else began to wonder who these people were, then a thought struck them as they looked up. England was the first to speak, "America? Canada? What are you doing?"

        Both looked up at the call of their name, and together they said, "Who's who?"

          The rest of the meeting was spent attempting to differentiate the twins. No one answered correctly, and by the end of the meeting England was furious that he couldn't yell at America in fear that he was yelling at Canada instead. Germany was mad because he couldn't start the meeting because of the twins. Prussia got sad because he didn't know who was Canada and he couldn't kiss him at all. And so on and so forth.

At the end of the meeting, the pair of twins stood up and walked to the front of the room. All eyes were on them both as they stood there. The same expression decorated their faces as they looked at the other countries who sat before them, a stoic-emotionless face that gave nothing away to the others. Alfred--who was on the left stood forward--and spoke to the countries in a tone of voice like his brothers, "Who am I?"

France guessed that it was Alfred, Denmark said Matthew. They received no inclination if they were correct.

Matthew--who was on the right--spoke like his bother did and asked, "Who am I?"

China demanded that it was Matthew, he claimed it was his years of experience and wise senses that told him he was right. While South Korea argued that he was wrong and that it was Alfred.

"Denmark, South Korea," Alfred said, stopping the disagreement. "You two are wrong."

"I'm Canada!" Matthew smiled.

"And I'm America!" Alfred yelled very flamboyantly. "And now we gotta go!" Together they ran out the room briefcases in hand and loud laughs echoing in the quiet hall behind them with England not too far behind.

Bonus section + headcannon!

Prussia and England stayed behind to clean up the meeting room, it was their duty (assigned by the rest of the countries).  It was quiet for the most part with the occasional chit-chat between the two when England stopped his sweeping. "Gil?"

"Yeah?" Prussia said from under the table, picking up hidden snak wrappers that everyone was o lazy to throw away.

"What if we switched places next April fools like America and Canada did?"

"Oh! That'd be awesome!" Prussia poked his head out from the table. "No one would know we switched!"

"This'll be fun." England continued to sweep, knowing the conversation was nearing the end.

"You beat, brohas."