Disclaimer: Do you think I'm japanese? I don't own Hetalia, as much as I want too.
Canada sighed as he walked into the world meeting room. It's not like they'd notice him- "Hey!" Canada's head snapped up, relaxing at the sight of England tromping over.
"What is it?" England frowned-well, he was always frowning, but his frown deepened-and his huge eyebrows furrowed.
"You should know! You're half and hour late to the meeting, America!" Canada twitched, and he could feel the urge to growl. You live so long with a bear and it starts to rub off on you. England looked at him strangely.
"You seem different today. What's up?"
"Nothing. I'm fine, just tired." England seemed to buy it, as he walked off to talk with Germany. Cuba walked up looking murderous.
"Hello America. Hope you have a terrible day." He walked off before Canada-that was who he was, right?-could say anything. It when on like that for half an hour, each and every single person calling him 'America'. It was getting to be too much. He wandered away from the rest of the countries during break.
When he reached the bathroom, he almost ran to the mirror. Did he really look like America? But when he reached the mirror, all he saw was him, Canada. How did they mistake him for Alfred? His hair was longer, his eyes were purple, and he had a curl, not an ahoge! He was so much quieter and reserved, and he had his bear, so why did they think he was his brother?! He sighed, fixed his hair, then rejoined the meeting.
Soon, France came up, and Canada's heart leaped. Surely his papa would recognize him, right? But his hopes were dashed when France asked him, "America, could you-" He was cut off by Canada standing up, anger evident in his violet eyes. Of course, by now, the meeting was chaos, and even Germany couldn't regain order.
"JUST SHUT UP!" France started, his eyes growing in size. He wasn't the only one. Every country in the room looked at him with wide eyes, not speaking a word. "That isn't me! I'm not America so stop treating me like I'm him! I hate this, I hate you, I hate life, all because I'm not." He punched the nearest mirror. "My. Effing. Idiot. Of. A. Brother." He punched another mirror with each word until there was only one left. He turned back to the rest of the countries, his fist covered in blood, and pierced with glass shards. "I'm not America! Stop thinking I am, learn to tell us apart! You can tell Romano and Italy apart, and they look more similar than Alfred and I! What's so hard about ACTUALLY BOTHERING TO LEARN WHO THE HELL I AM?! Can't you even TRY?! Look at my reflection, and tell me who you see, Alfred or I?! I don't look like him, my hair is longer, my eyes are purple, and I DON'T FREAKING HAVE NANTUCKET! Why is it so hard?! Why can't you tell?! I'M EFFING CANADA, NOT THAT IDIOT AMERICA!" With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving every single country stunned and frozen, including America, who had walked in right before Canada snapped. What had happened to make him feel that way?
The rest of the meeting was quiet, the countries too preoccupied with Canada's outburst to focus. No one would ever forget Canada after that.
Hmm….I think making his rant longer would have probably been a good idea, but its too late for that now; Plus, I ran out of rant material...