"Why does everyone always forget about me?" Canada mused aloud as he walked through the wood. "I'm Canada, darn it!"
"W-who?" came a voice from the forest.
Canada sighed. "I'm Canada." he said, tiredly.
"Who-o?"
"Canada."
"Wh-wh-who?"
"Canada!"
"Who?"
"CANADA!" he yelled as loudly as he could (which still wasn't very loud). He was so furious that didn't notice Greece walk up behind him."
"Canada? Why are you yelling at that poor bird?" Sure enough, the voice from the bushes turned out to be nothing more than an owl. Canada face-palmed. "You know, at my place, owls are seen as wise creatures who are to be respected..."