"Goodbye," he says to the countries leaving the meeting. None of them respond as they trot past him, their backs straightened and their boots polished to perfection. Canada furrows his eyebrows, watching the merry countries leave while chattering amongst eachother.

"France," he calls to his former caretaker as he begins to leave as well. France stops, blinking rapidly, before shaking his head and walking away. Canada frowns upon seeing the sorrowful expression on the Frenchman's face.

"America," he calls next, watching America's head shoots up in alarm. He drops his suitcase, apologizing to the nation that stumbles over it. Canada calls out to that nation, too, "England!"

England crashes to the ground, his head jerking up in alarm and meeting America's surprised gaze. His voice wavers as he speaks, "America, lad," he says, "do you hear that?"

"I thought I heard something before," America replies as he helps the startled Englishman to his feet, "but it must have been my imagination. He's gone."

"I see," England responds, brushing off his suit and straightening his tie. America helps straighten out his collar and pressed a kiss to the blushing Englishman's cheek.

Canada smiles at the affection shown between his brother and England; it was quite adorable and should have happened a long time ago. He continues to watch the two English-speaking nations as they looked at eachother.

Somewhat nervously, England stammers, "Well, if you have no plans tonight, p-perhaps you would like to come to dinner with me?"

"I thought I was supposed to ask you to dinner," America teases, nudging the blushing Englishman playfully, "not the other way around."

"Oh shut it, git," England responds, shaking his head in slight amusement. "Pick me up at my hotel at seven thirty?"

America chuckles, looping his arm around England's shoulder, "Of course."

Canada frowns in confusion as he watches the final two nations leave, "Why don't you see me?" He whispers sadly.

The Canadian exits the meeting room, pausing thoughtfully. Canada tilts his head to the side as he remembers. And then he lets out a terrified wail as he realizes exactly why they couldn't see him anymore.

Of course they couldn't see him anymore, he was a ghost. He had died a long time ago.

I didn't even realize what I was writing until the last paragraph. Then I reread it and realized that I FINALLY wrote UsUk. Without even trying.

I'm sorry for the sadness, here's a tissue. *offers a box*