Canada sat on the floor in his room huddled up against the door and tried to forget. He tried to forget everything that had happened the past evening. The world meeting, the ensuing argument, and America himself He was so sick of always being compared to his older brother.
"Its always all about him, while everyone always forgets about me," Canada whispered. He wasn't sure who he was talking to. He usually just talked to the polar bear, but he wasn't even sure Kumajiro was real. Maybe Canada had just invented him up so he wouldn't feel so lonely. It was a thought that crossed his mind often enough. Maybe he had crazy a long time ago and was only now realizing it. Maybe he just hallucinated the only thing that seemed to acknowledge his existence. But no, Canada did not really think he was crazy. He had written down all his feelings so they would not consume him, so the he could still wear a smile.
He pulled it out now, a beat up journal that he had been writing in for several years now. He only ever wrote in it when he felt overwhelmed by the feelings. When he felt hatred towards the other countries. And especially when he felt hatred towards America. He flipped open to one of the entries towards the beginning. He had been a grade schooler still when he wrote this:
Am I really Canada? It happened again. I was mistaken for America at school today. Sometimes they ask me if I am him, other times they ask me if we are twins, and worse of all is when they completely forget me. It was a teacher this time. I guess America had gotten in a fight with one of the bigger countries then ran off. So of course the teacher are looking for him to scold him, but she found me. I was just sitting in the back of the room reading and she started yelling at me. She said all sorts of mean stuff and that "if I didn't stop I would be kicked out of school!" Then I asked her what she was talking about and she told me to stop pretending. I told her I didn't do anything, but she didn't believe me. She gave me three days of detention for something I didn't do! To make things worse one of the older countries kicked me in the back and told me I should stay away from his friends. When will they realize I didn't do it? It was America, not me.
That day Canada had been so upset. He was always a model student and yet the teacher hadn't even recognized him. He was once again mistaken for America. This was one of the first times Canada had actually felt irritated towards America for looking alike. Of course things only got worse from there.