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Thirteen Colonies was curious about the tall boy who visited the castle. After all, they were around the same age and this boy seemed frosty in a way Thirteen wasn’t used to.
Thirteen’s father didn’t want the boys to talk- apparently both British Empire and USSR were simply discussing trade agreements, but the visits (every six months) always seemed to grow longer, leading Thirteen to disobey his fathers orders.
The scrawny bot snuck up behind the sofa the frosty boy was sat upon, hoping to surprise him, but the taller just turned his head, looking unimpressed.
“What are you doing?”
The tall boys voice was thick and cold in a way that made Thirteen smile, curious.
“You have a funny hat! I just wanted to grab it, Y’know, to surprise you!”
The taller boy exhales through his nose, looking away.
“Immature. Disappoint.”
Thirteen blinks dumbly, still smiling.
“Uh… yeah, sure. Im Thirteen New England Colonies.”
He says his full name to be fancy, smirking at the other boy.
“You are?”
“Rossiyskaya Federatsiya.”
“I’mma just call you Ross then!”
”If you do that I will hit you with a pipe.”
“A… pipe?”
Thirteen imagines the boy in front of him smoking.
“A metal pipe.”
The boy huffs.
“Call me Russia.”