June 30th

Canada sighed as he was ignored, again as the other nations bickered about something that wasn't worldly important. The northern nation watched as his brother, America, proclaimed that he would save Afghanistan from the terrorists. Like he has done for the last 11 years, The Afganani man shot back in anger at America and they two started a heated argument.

The northern nation looked around at the other's that were near him. To his left, France was telling England about his new line of clothing that was inspired by British culture, of course that made England feel violated as he yelled at France. China was cuddling a new Hello Kitty doll, showing it to the other Asian nations. No one was near Russia as there was a dark and evil aura around him, promising pain to anyone who pissed him off.

To his right, Japan was reading some manga, it must have been good if the Japanese man gave his full attention to it over everything else. Italy was sleeping and Romano was muttering curses at Spain under his breath. Germany looked like he was about to kick his brother, Prussia, out of the meeting from the vein threading to pop from the blond German's forehead.

"Oh! Dudes! I almost forgot!" America yelled happily as he ignored the enraged Arab. Everyone looked at America, some expecting some hero related non sense, and others actually wondered what the super power would say.

"My B-day is only 4 days away! So I'm throwing a HUGE party, and you're all invited, even the commie!" America said happily as he gave everyone his hero pose. Some sweat dropped or face palmed, the ones who knew America the longest where part of the lather group.

"Of course, how can we forget such a wonderful occasion. Given the fact that you announce it at nearly every meeting several months before." The British man grumbled, looking quite sad as he crossed his arms and stared at the floor.

"Cha! It's gonna be off da hook this year! The fireworks are super duper heroic this year!" America cheered as he pumped a fist in the air happily, ignorant of his former caretaker's woe.

"Um... well... My birthday is tomorrow Ameri-" Canada was trying to say to his brother but was ignored and interrupted.

"There's gonna be a 500 foot tall cake, decorated in every color! Some really cool bands, not that British boy band of Iggy's but I'm talking about, Marron 5, Lady Gaga, KISS, Beyonce!" America list off the entertainers, everyone seemed very interested in America's birthday bash.

'Just like last year.' Canada thought dejectedly.

"Who are you?" Kumajiro, Canada's polar bear cub, asked. The cub was looking at Canada as if he had seen him for the first time in his life.

"I-I'm Canada." The nation sadly informed the little bear who tilted his head to the side, it would have been cute but the Canadian knew what would come next.

"Who?" the cub asked and Canada felt like crying in hopelessness.

Canada fell on his single bed on to his back in exhaustion after a long trip home. Today like all days in the nation's life, he was ignored as if he didn't exist at all and when they actually saw him they mistook him for his brother America.

Today's example would be the threats that were thrown at him from some very angry Arabs.

"Why does Al have to make so many enemies?" he asked out loud to himself, sighing sadly.

"Hey." Came Kumajiro's voice as he poked Canada's leg that hung off the side of the bed.

"Eh? What is it Kunochi?" he asked the bear as he sat up, but then blinked in surprise at the small purple box in the bear's paws wrapped in shiny blue ribbon.

"What? Where did you get that from?" the nation asked, looking at the present hopefully.

"Found it." Was the little bear's response, it dampened the nation's mood a little.

"Where?" he asked getting on the floor and gently taking the present from the cub.

"Under the bed." The bear told him, and Canada gave him a puzzled look, before glancing at the skirt of his bed.

The northern nation reached over and slowly lifted up the bed skirt, he was about to look under but something furry and that had lavender eyes like his own looked back at him.

"Eh? Catada? What are you doing under there? Come on out." The nation said gently as a white and cream colored cat came out from his hiding spot.

"Meow." Came Catada's shy reply, the nation gave his cat a soft smile.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, it's just us here. Again." Canada said defectively, something then rushed past the nation's slightly open door, casting a blurred shadow for a quick moment.

"EH! W-what was that!" Canada asked, startled as there was a heavy thunk, like something or someone had fallen, in the hallway outside his room.

"Meow!" Catada wiggled in his owners grasp, as if getting his attention.

"Catada? " the Canadian questioned as he looked back at the feline who was doing something or tried to tell his owner something.

"Do you know who in the house? Eh?" Canada as fearfully, the cat froze in place, causing the Canadian to worry for not only his cat, but Kuma and himself as well. Grabbing the nearest thing he could use for defense, a hockey stick, he slowly approached the door, hockey stick ready and raised. He set out to find the intruder in his home.

'H-how did they get in?' he asked himself, confused.

He had seen no broken glass, no forced open doors, and his emergency key was still where he had hid it, up high on the front door frame. The person would have to be really tall, or would have had help to get the key that only a few knew about.

The Canadian scanned the hallway, nothing was out of place and no one was there.

The nation gulped as he ventured further into his home, checking the top floor for anyone or anything. He searched the bath room, the linen closet, his office and the guest room. Slowly the Canadian made his way to the stairs slowly.

"i-is anyone down t-there?" he asked unsurely, looking down at the dark ground floor of his home, hockey stick raised.

No response and the nation gulped as he put one foot on the stairs, slowly making his way down. After about 5 steps one made a loud creaking noise that made the nation freeze, because right after there was some shuffling coming from down stairs.

"Eh! I-is some one-down there?" Canada asked, his voice getting higher at the end in fear. He shakingly made his way down stairs.

"H-hello?" he called out in the darkness, trying to see in the seemingly unnatural darkness. He gulped as he slowly entered deeper into the darkness.

It was completely dark, not even the sun shone through the windows.

'Is it night time already?' Canada wondered, trying to look around, his eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of light. He could see the furniture and nothing else, it didn't seem like anyone was there. The nation made his way to the light switch. He flipped it on and the room was illuminated, the Canadian blinked rapidly, getting his eyes used to the sudden light.

He could hear a faint click, like a window closing before he turned around and saw…

Hi! I desided to write this after seeing so many Canada day art work on DA, so I thaught I could give one of my favorite nations a story.

I'm not canadian myself so I'm sorry if I offend anyone, it's not my intension. As for Catada, I think is the name of Canada's cat, please corect me if I am wrong on that point.

I will post again tomarow, please read and review. :)