Hello this is Luciferneedsaliver's first time writing anything on the internet and I would like to excuse any mistakes or problems with the fic. I am a fan of Hetalia and even though I don't really have a specific couple for the anime/manga my sister requested PrussiaXCanada. Hope you like it. There will be a chance I'll place a side coupling of USUK or maybe something else. I really have no clue. Everyone is a country in here so don't complain to much. I do love AU's it's just… Yea. Ok now on with the show. Leave a review please. I would appreciate it very much. After all Lucifer needs a liver and I'm sure everyone on this site has one. Don't make me beg for something guys. Just say what you think. Love you all, even the haters. -Luciferneedsaliver…

*Chapter One*

It wasn't the rain soaking a shivering body, it wasn't America's stupid grin when he shied away at yelling at him for sending all his enemies to him, and it wasn't the self centered Prussian who got him cranky. Though that certainly could be added to the list. Even though his teeth were chattering, he soaked the floor and left a puddle from where he stood, and even voiced a rather small peep of a 'hello' and yet no one noticed him. Not one country paid him any mind and it was starting to ruin his afternoon. Why should he even go to these meetings if everyone was just going to ignore him?

His obnoxious brother glanced over in his direction when he stood up shuffling papers and clearing his throat to advert all the eyes on him. However he soon realized it wasn't for him. He was glancing at Briton! Even his brother was affected by his stupid invisibility. "Hey why are you standing? The awesome me can't get to my seat." Canada knew that accent.

Prussia often got into trouble with his brother but what shocked him was he actually spoke to him. No one speaks to Canada. "Uh- I-I I'm so sorry." A blush from embarrassment flooded his cheeks adding color to the already radiant red spread across his face from the rain. He should really just go find a towel or something to dry off before he got sick. Red eyes pierced his violet ones.

"The awesome me can't stand to see someone at pitiful as you." Sadly he was the only one that saw him, because Briton just had to send a questioning glance over to the Prussian, clear his throat and ask, "Who are you talking to bloke?" 'He's talking to me!' Cried Canada in his thoughts. Prussia furrowed his eye brows and squinted at the British lad.

"Can't you see him?" "AHH! Maybe it's the ghost again ~ve~." The Italian screeched hurting directing everyones attention away from the idiotic plan America was plotting over to Prussia and Briton. "There is no ghost Italy." His German pal seemed to calm the spacey country down. "Can't any of you see that the awesome me is talking about this soaked pitiful being." Canada had tears brimming his eyes. Why can't anyone just see him! He's soaking yet and shivering for god's sake.

"Dude there's nothing awesome about talking to the air." America flashed his picket white fence and apple pied smile towards him which just made Canada sob loudly. Those red eyes stared at him again. "Oi who are you?" Whimpering Canada whipped his teary eyes with a soaked hand. "I-I-I'm Canada." He's said it so many times. No one ever remembers and he would be really surprised if Prussia did.

However those red eyes lit up in pity. Now he was getting pitied and it was just adding to this horrible day. "America you can't even remember your own brother. That's very unawesome like." And just like that everyone could see him. The Prussian took away the glass bubble shielding him from the world and everyones eyes almost popped out of their skulls. Russia was the first to speak.

"Dah it looks like he really was here. Why didn't any of us notice him though dah?" He seemed so cheery it almost made the Canadian want to puke. What was so sweet and fluffy about being invisible. The british man apologized, Italy screamed, Germany calmed him down, Japan took a picture, France laughed, and it seemed like everyone else just stared. America just blushed and mumbled under his breath. Prussia put his hand on the Canadians shoulder awkwardly weighting him down.

"The awesome Prussia is going to find him a towel. Continue with this totally boring meeting." Being gripped out of the conference room was reliving. He was beginning to freeze to death especially with the A/C on. Seriously who puts that icy machine on when it's already freezing outside? Finally violet orbs realized the tension filled silence. He should apologize to the Prussian but for what?

Maybe thank him but that would be giving into the Prussians huge pride problem and he really didn't need to hear the whole awesome rant right now. But he did the nicest thing. Maybe just this once. Building up some confidence he began to speak but was abruptly cut off by the Prussian fist. "You should really be thanking me. I am helping you which is really just awesome of me. I don't usually go out of my way for others." "Y-yes th-thank you so much." Taking a step back he got out of the Prussians grip and stopped in the hallway leaving another puddle on the wooden floor.

"I-I can manage." It came out quieter than it really should have. The blonde didn't want to get attached to anyone, especially when they would just forget who he was. Folding his arms around his stripped T-Shirt Prussia just began frowning. "None sense. I'm not you mutter. Plus we are awesomely at the supply closet." Turning the knob to the door holding his dry towel Canada let out a sigh. Can't he just be left alone again he didn't know how to talk to this guy and it wasn't helping that he was being nice to him. "P-please… You don't need to help." A futile attempt at begging. Begging seemed like all the Canadian possessed. He begged Cuba to stop hitting him, begged America to notice him, begged France to let him go outside and make friends, and begged Briton to take him in and watch over him like he was doing with his brother.

"Tch. Just let me help already. You are seriously taking away all the awesome." The albino stalked over with a fluffy white towel placing it on golden strands. Rubbing out all the water, shaking the Canadian with his rough movements. Blushing under the towel which he was now glad for he began to tear a little. "I-I can dry m-myself. Please, I-I am o-only a burden. The towel was whipped off his head. Standing three inches away from him was the Prussians face looking him in the eyes. "What's wrong with a little help?" Canada took a couple steps back which made Prussia take a couple steps forward.

The dance played out till the Canadian smashed his head against the ugly yellow wallpaper that smelled like sweat and moldy cheese. He just seemed to be noticing all the small things. Like the Prussian who had him locked between his two arms on either side of his head. He was blushing furiously, trying to curl into the wall. Yelping loudly when the albino brought up his hand still holding the towel.

"You have some water." Wiping away at one of the drops by his lips Canada's breather turned rapid. Nobody stood close to him! The delicate movements of the towel moved to his snow coat. trying to soak up as much water as he could. Closing his violet eyes Canada tried to picture his happy place which wasn't really helping him.

Damn feelings going all haywire. All he could image was what could happen if he made things just a little bit more heated? Prussia was handsome enough and Canada already accepted he was gay. So what would happen if he just touched him. But before he could even take place in any of these actions the warmth of the other was ripped away from him.

A buzzing sound could be heard coming from the maple lovers pocket and he was just about ready to have an anger problem. Reaching into the tan pocket of his coat which was shockingly dry. Yay for water proof material. Pulling out the red colored flip phone which he hesitatingly answered. Who could be calling him. Red orbs watched curiously, probably wondering the same.

"H-hello?" His voice was quiet, barley a squeak hitting his plastic speaker. "Dude where are you!" The booming voice of his brother came to his ears. Closing his eyes he rubbed his throbbing temple. Today needed to end. Canada just wasn't ready for all of this.

"A-America I-I'm wi-with Prussia." Even though he was close to boiling mad he still let out that tiny voice that everyone over looked. Instead of listening to his brother blabber about the meeting and what he missed his phone was slapped out of his hand and the warmth he wanted was selfishly given to him. "Stop looking so sad. It's very unawesome." Laughing awkwardly from his personal space being invaded again he tried to shake off the Prussian. 'What if someone came?' That frightened the maple lover greatly.

From what he heard, no one really liked Prussia. He was loud, self centered and uncaring. This would just get him bullied more. But why was he hugging him and whispering the most soothing things in his ear? Has everyone mistaken this Prussian for another country?

Or maybe it's all a facade. Just something the albino put up to cover his feelings. "I-I need to go." Instead of relishing the body heat and recognition he was currently receiving from someone he decided to go. Cut the chain short before something else snapped it.

Prussia would forget him and he would be left to his own invisible self again. Giving a weak shove at the taller male, barely making enough room to squeeze through the ran down the hall. Almost slipping on his wet trail from earlier. This was to embarrassing. Tears streamed down his dried face, and it finally just dawned on him.

He was still soaking wet and his cell-phone was back by Prussia. But he could just get a new one right? It'd be better than seeing those maroon eyes stare into his again. Plus no one called him anyway so he didn't even need one right away. Well at least one thing is for sure. Canada was going home taking a hot bath and sleeping everything off. Screw the meetings, no one cared enough for him to be there anyway. 'Except Prussia.' Stupid thoughts. But he never did stop running. And nothing stopped him from going home.