I don't own Hetalia
America had hosted this years meeting and, consequently, nothing got done. Canada wondered how anything ever got done in this crazy country.
While the others were bickering he looked at his jumbled excuse for notes. He really did try to pay attention but it was difficult. Aside from all the fighting, there was also a plethora of ridiculous ideas being spouted. He waited patiently for his turn to talk. Someday they would notice him.
When the meeting was over many of the others met for a meal but, since they forgot to invite him, he decided to take in some of the sights. He was enjoying his time, visiting a bunch of the stores. Most of the people didn't see him but that was really common in other countries.
While he was in one of the stores someone bumped into him. "Oh, I'm really sorry." said a cute girl quietly. "No, it was my fault. I'm sorry." There were a couple of moments of awkward apologies.
He figured that she was so nice and polite and quiet, she had to be visiting America. "So, um, where are you from?" he asked. She smiled, "I live right here. Well, actually I moved here a couple of years ago. I'm really from Missouri. What about you?"
He just looked at her for a couple of moments, probably making her uncomfortable. He was sure that she was Canadian because of her attitude. "Oh, I'm from Canada." "That's cool." she replied.
When they said their goodbyes, he started walking back to his hotel, reflecting on humans. He had forgotten that humans didn't act like countries. They didn't change with the land. They could adapt how they needed. They were all different. Americans didn't necessarily act like America, Canadians didn't always act like Canada.
He smiled to himself, that was probably a good thing. He was happy as he walked back, unaware that he had forgotten to get more coffee filters. Hopefully that wouldn't cause in problems.