Chapter one Stupid big brother!
"Hey don't ignore me! I know you can see me!" Canada said in annoyance to America
America's blue eyes looked straight ahead pretending not to have seen or heard anything. He was pretending to be interested in England's presentation, which Canada knew for a fact he wasn't. He was leaning his head on one of his hands. Canada had to resist the temptation to poke him on the cheek or steal his glasses. Canada knew why he was pretending he couldn't see him. America was worried that people would call him crazy if he started talking to people that others couldn't see like everyone already did to England when he was talking to his fey. But this wasn't like that! Canada was real! The others could see him if they wanted too. Surely people remembered that America had a clone like brother with slightly longer blonde hair and purplish blue eyes?
"America, stop being so mean! You're the only country that can actually see me. Okay so we've had our arguments, I burnt your White House down, I may have made a T.V show that makes fun of you, but we're siblings we always do this stuff to each other. But pretending your own brother doesn't exist is a whole new level of cruel, especially since you know nobody else can see me half the time." Whined Canada
Canada stared at his brother for a little longer, until finally he gave up, and hugging his white polar bear tightly leant back against his chair and started listening to England. America's eyes flickered towards his brother for a few seconds before returning to the presentation. America quickly noted he looked pale, but it was winter so that could be normal for the season.
"Why can't anyone see me Kumachou? I always try so hard to make people notice me, but it never seems to work." Canada muttered sadly
"Who are you again?" Asked the White bear
"Ah... I guess it doesn't really matter." Canada replied
Canada looked around to make sure that nobody could see him, of course they couldn't. He placed his head down on the desk in front of him and began to sleep. America looked at his brother out of the corner of his eye and raised an eyebrow. Since when did Canada fall to sleep in meetings? He was always happy just to be involved, even if that usually meant just sitting there. Well he did say some useful things every now and then. America actually looked at him fully when he noticed a small bruise on his brother's cheek. He gently moved his brother's hair to look at it carefully. Some of the other countries noticed his movement and where watching him curiously. As his fingers grazed the bruise Canada awoke with a start.
"I don't want to go to another NAFTA meeting!" He yelled.
America moved quickly to take up his previous position of ignoring his brother. All the countries where staring in their direction. Canada felt his blood warm as a tell tale blush crept across his face.
"What is it now America?" An Angry England hissed
Canada looked in wonder; everyone had thought that it was America who had caused the disturbance. All eyes were staring at the maniac who was laughing like crazy, after only being caught off guard for a split second. He was waving it off with excuses like "I guess I must of dozed off, your lectures are so boring dude." Canada threw a water bottle at his brother which gave a satisfying thwack sound as it hit its mark. Everyone else was looking round the room trying to see who threw it. Canada stormed out of the room slamming the door shut behind him that made some people scream and the normal announcement of ghosts.
Canada slumped miserably on to a bench outside the meeting room. He felt tears tug at the corner of his eyes, and began to fear for his glasses, as tears where hard to clean off of lenses. He took of his glasses and put them on the bench beside him and buried his head in his hands. He could always handle everyone else pretending he didn't exist, but it was a thousand times worse when his brother did it. In fact it stung. Why was it that the self proclaimed hero wasn't brave enough to tell everyone "Hey, this is my brother Canada". No, instead he pretended he wasn't there, losing faith and his belief in him just like everyone else. The tears began to trickle now.
"Canada, are you ok?" Asked a heavily accented voice
Canada looked up and saw the smiling France, who had his long blonde hair tied up in a red ribbon, and his blue eyes shone with concern. Canada quickly wiped his tears before France got too worried about him.
"Oui papa" Canada responded faking a cheerful voice.
"Tres bon mon cheri, mais vos verres sont voles" France told him pointing at where Canada had placed his glasses.
Canada turned and saw a round bodied little brown bird that held his glasses in its beak. It looked at him then clumsily fell to the floor and began running towards the meeting room. It was obliviously flightless but not especially fast at running. Canada gawked at it for a few seconds then chased after it. Those glasses where expensive, Canadian healthcare or not.
Canada chased the bird into the room. Kumajirou barrelled in beside him giving chase to the bird as well. No one but a laughing France and a shocked America seemed to notice the bizarre scene. Kumajirou pounced on the bird. Canada grabbed hold of the scruff of the white bears neck before he could deal a blow to the bird, and removed his glasses from the bird.
"Oye what are you doing to my Kiwi?" Asked an angry voice that was almost as quiet as Canada's.
Canada looked up to see a wavy haired, blue eyed, none glasses or cork screw shaped strand of hair version of himself. Canada quickly put his glasses back on as the other blonde crashed into a desk.
"Ahh are you ok? Kuma, let go of, did you say Kiwi?" Canada rushed forward towards the stumbling blonde.
"Yeah, I'm New Zealand and this is Kiwi." Replied the wavy haired blonde.
"New Zealand? As in my brother New Zealand who is one of the Tasman sea twins? It's me Canada, one of the North American Twins!" Canada said in excitement.
The two stared at each other in wonder. Even though they had trade deals the two very rarely came face to face, both having older more troublesome brothers taking up their time. The two where oblivious to the rest of the room staring at them and America who was standing up as if about to shout something. To Canada none of that mattered, he had found a brother who could see him and wasn't pretending he didn't exist.