Author's Note: It is commonly said that the Canada-US border is the longest unprotected border in the world. Well, there's still customs... But it is true that true that the border is the longest land border shared by the same two countries. So it would make sense for stuff to pass through...

"Hey, America! About the meeting next week, I have a few details I need to work out with you."

"I'm not America, I'm Canada..." Canada hugged Kumajirou a bit closer to him.

"Oh... Terribly sorry, Canada, it's just you two look so much alike..." England blushed a bit at his mistake.

"It's OK..."

"Well, sorry, but I have to go find that idiot brother of yours. See you at the G8 meeting." England rushed away.

Canada hugged Kumajirou miserably. "Why doesn't anyone know who I am, Kumasachi?"

"HAHAHA! Oh, hey, Mattie! Hey, are you free? Let's go do something together!" America randomly appeared from around the corner.

"I think England is looking for you... He said something about the meeting next week..."

"Ah, that's boring..." America whined. "C'mon, let's go play baseball!"

"I'd rather not..."

"There you are, America! I've been looking all over for you!" England popped up from around the corner.

[Extremely random A/N: I swear, the TV behind me in the Vancouver airport just said "What happens when Canada's favorite coffee meets Canada's favorite donut?" *has mental image of Canada dunking a donut into his coffee* Ahh... too much Hetalia!]

America was quickly dragged away by an irate England. Canada just sighed.

"Why am I not as noticeable as America? I mean, we are brothers! Not just brothers, even, we're twins!"

"Who are you?" Kumajirou looked up with a quizzical expression on his face.

"I'm Canada..."

"Well, you would think that with your super long border, some of his characteristics should have spread to you," Kumajirou said, wiggling his way out of his owner's arms and sitting down on a nearby table.

Canada immediately perked up. "That's it! I just have to channel the part of my country that is most like America!"

"Won't that just make you more like America?"

"That's true..." Canada frowned, thought for a bit, then suddenly brightened. "Wait a moment! What if I channel my immigrants?"

"Huh?"

"My immigrants! Almost all of my people came from some other country, so if I channel them, maybe I'll get noticed!"

"It's worth a try."

"YES!" Canada basically yelled, surprising everyone in the immediate vincinty. "Finally, I will be noticed! Mwahahaha!"

That night, America received a rather disturbing phone call.

He picked up, ready to answer with his standard greeting, but wasn't able to get even one word in as Canada's menacing voice streamed out of the phone.

"America, I will say this once, and you'd better listen. I have a plan to make the world bow down to me, and if you get in my way, I will use it on you, too. The world will pay for forgetting me all the time. As you are my brother, though, I will spare you if you go along with me. So what do you say, America? Will you join me, or will you be destroyed along with the rest of the world?"

America didn't hesitate at all. "What's the plan?"

Author's Note: I don't even know what I'm thinking, writing this... I think I'm just sleep deprived right now...

Random rant about the Vancouver airport: I read this fanfic once that described this one Canadian movie as "so Canadian it hurt." Well, that's what the Vancouver airport's international terminal is like. There's even a random life-size polar bear exhibit in the middle of this one duty-free store, along with a (really creepy) kinda flat, kinda 3D carving of a dude in a Mounties uniform... Needless to say, there are maple leaves and maple products everywhere, and I even saw this souvenir magnet thingy that had a Canadian flag on it with Eh! written in bold lettering underneath.

...Yeah. The Vancouver airport amuses me to no end.

Anyways, if you guys want, I guess I could continue this...