This one's just a really short one-shot.
America rambled on loudly, going on about some unrealistic solutions to all of the world's many issues. World hunger, poverty, climate changes, invasive species. All of the solutions ultimately included giant hamburgers. Yum. Most of the countries were mumbling under their breaths, or talking to the side about their own plans for the world. Canada, however, was listening. He was sitting quietly, as usual. Of course he had his own input on all the situations, but should he speak… It would just be a waste of breath. No one would bother to listen. No one would even hear.
He took a deep breath in and then coughed. He politely covered his mouth with the crook of his arm and then continued coughing, as not to bother anyone. After a few breathless moments Canada recovered himself, worried that the intenseness of his coughing had disrupted the others. But no. They hadn't even flinched. He doubted that they'd even noticed.
And so the meeting continued on without even so much as a pause in Alfred's rambling. Not one head turned or looked his way at his coughing fit.
"I wonder how long it'd take for someone to notice if I was choking," he sighed to himself. But really that was an interesting thought. How long? Too long? Just soon enough?
He tried envisioning it, which was ultimately a bad idea.
Pancakes smothered in maple syrup, the maple scent filling the air around Canada. It was the good, quality syrup that he took from the bucket and peg in a tree himself at one point. Canada was sitting in a World meeting as usual and was quietly eating and keeping to himself while the other countries bickered. He silently took a bite of his pancake but was caught by surprise when a country passing by, knocked his chair. This sudden movement caused him to flinch and he gasped in surprise. As a result of him letting out a large gasp, he accidentally swallowed the pancake down his windpipe rather than his esophagus.
He tried gasping out, fear clutching his heart as he realized he couldn't breathe. In vain, he kept trying to catch his breath, but his favorite breakfast food couldn't be freed from where it was wedged in his throat. He tried making some noise to catch the attention of the other countries. The Canadian tried waving his arms, flailing them in the air and trying to slam them on the desk in an attempt to get help. He stood abruptly and shoved his chair back, trying frantically to get someone- anyone's attention, but to no avail. He was trying to breathe and just couldn't. Canada kept trying to get help but just couldn't. He was just too invisible. He stumbled back, face turning a light shade of violet as he tried to dislodge the pancake from his throat, hands searching his neck.
And then he just collapsed. Body spasming as a last attempt to breathe. And then all went still. The meeting hadn't even stopped.
Canada gulped. What a horrifying thought.