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"who that guy, thirteen?" the province of quebec, or rather just quebec whispered and pointed to the boy in front of them, sitting alone and grumbling a few words out of his mouth. he looked in rage, as if he didnt want to be here. like me... the thirteen colonies, or just thirteen thought. he turned to his brother, mumbling quietly, "i dunno, whyd you ask me, quebec?" he stared a little bit at him, his dark brown hair was pretty and shiny, but flat and rough-like to him. why am i thinking about his hair? its pretty, but... i dont like him. we havent met yet— right?
"you should talk to him."
thirteen perked out of eager, but confusion too. why would he ask him to talk to him? did he see him look so fond of him?
neverless, he nodded. "yeah, i should..."
walking over quickly, his ocean blue eyes stared directly at him for what seemed like forever, due to not greeting people properly but he turned back to look at him in confusion that turned into probable joy.
his eyes locked in with his, a small, but noticeable smile coming on his face. the boy looked around his age— finally! someone to relate to! although they wouldnt be here for long, he wanted to try hanging out with him— without that stupid british controlling the two. dumb "great" britain!
"hello, whats your name? i am the british raj, but you may call me just raj." thirteen might be delusional, but the british raj (or just raj) seemed to empathize with the you a little. the other boy stood up, his tall form easily towering over him by at LEAST a foot. the hell? quebec was tall enough... why am i so damn small, huh? this is all because im ruled over that damn british. i couldve gotten so much land if i had freedom.
"my name is thirteen colonies, sir, but you can just call me thirteen." he nodded at raj, trying to sound as polite as possible while trying to sound intrested— its hard to do both at once, y'know!
after a little bit of talking, the two seemed like best friends already, enjoying eachothers presence a little more than they expected. unfortunately, the british raj soon had (un)planned meetings with great britain.
"well, it was nice to meet you, but england was planning to call me soon, sorry, thirteen." raj genuinley sounded sad— a bit insane to think about 2 colonies liking eachother so much. although they had just met, they were a quite a bit fond of eachother.
i hate that dumb english guy. thirteen colonies sighed. until they meet again... maybe?