Alright! So, this story popped into my head and with some planning and whatnot I have a full-on plot that is just too great to pass up! This chapter is kind of an introduction, just putting together the setting and characters.

Contains mild language.

Invisible

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Why am I even here...?

I sat, invisibly, in my chair, looking to my lap in a mix of depression and irritation.

The world conference! Same as it ever was, same as it ever was, ect, ect... America was blabbering on about solving world hunger though the use of some giant robot. England was arguing with America, saying something along the lines of, 'your an idiot. Keep your stupid ideas to yourself.' Germany looked as if he was about to snap. And, everyone else seemed to make it there duty to add to the mess of noise. Except Greece. Greece was somehow asleep.

I seriously have no idea why I even came here. Every time Its just bickering and fighting. Nothing ever gets done! Ever! I could have stayed home, played with kumajiko, gone fishing, something, anything! I sighed, leaning my head back, feeling my bangs lift from my face.

Maybe I should just go.

Almost as if in response to my thought, a weight pressed hard against my lap, and I flung my head forward, crashing my face into the back of Russia, who had decided I looked a lot like a seat. He seemed rather comfortable with that smile on his face, unlike me. I placed my hands on his back and began to push, but he didn't seem to budge one bit. His smile brightened with my attempts, and I soon gave in to my chair-esque fate.

The conference was almost over, and Germany had taken over, assigning everyone a designated time to speak. After one would say there opinion the others were given a chance to comment on it, after raising there hands of coarse! I on the other hand still had a problem. A big problem. A big, heavy problem that ignored my every plead to get the hell off of me. Though it was obvious that I wasn't completely ignored, because he would smile in sick pleasure whenever I would struggle or ask for freedom.

Germany finally called the conference to an end, and Russia lifted his large mass from me. I stood testing my legs, they were mostly asleep, before looking to Russia who was headed for the exit.

"Hey, Russia!" I yelled for his attention. He stopped in his motion and turned his head smiling.

"Oh, Matvey would like to talk to me?" He asked in his childish voice. Of coarse I wanted to talk to him! Had he forgotten that he had been sitting on me for the last hour or so? Wait! Did he just call me 'Matvey'?

"Uh, it's just that... You were kinda sitting on me..." I stated, rubbing the back of my head nervously.

He rotated his whole body to face me. I jumped a bit at the sudden attention. "Haha. Da, I was. Matvey is very comfortable!" He said proudly, chuckling aloud.

I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. He was so blunt, as if to say, 'and what are you going to do about it?' I opened my mouth to respond, but found nothing to say. I have to say something! "I-... It's just..." I thought over my words. "Don't you have your own chair?"

"Da, but my chair is so cold, and hard. Matvey is warm, and soft, and squishy. I like sitting on Matvey better," he replied immediately, smiling warmly.

"But I don't like being sat on!" I blurted. He frowned at that, his eyebrows upturning.

"Matvey does not like me?" He said, bring a hand up and pointing to himself. My heart twang. I didn't mean to upset him.

"N-no. I never said that. I just-"

"Great! Matvey and I are friends!" He interrupted. He smiled as if never hurt in the first place.

"Friends?" Oh no. What had I gotten myself into? Russia was scary! I couldn't be friends with him! Just then he leaped forward, giving me a back-breaking hug, arching himself backwards, and my feet out of reach of the ground below. "Ack!" I chocked. I. Cant. Breath. He's crushing me! "R-r-r-russ...ia... I... Chocking... Can't... breath..." I flailed my arms to the best of there ability, until he finally put me down. I struggled to maintain my balance, and catch my breath at the same time. I looked at him, he was still smiling. "W-well. I should go home before Kumahira decides to chew up the couch again," I said laughing nervously.

"Oh, you must train him to be less rough with your things. My pets would never get away with such things," he stated.

"Believe me, I've tried. There no training him!" It was true. That bear was lazier than- Wait a second! Am I making conversation with this guy? "A-a-anyways! I really should be going!" I stuttered, before making haste to the door. Not giving him a chance to protest. I felt almost rude, but it was the safest thing to do.

When I finally got to my comfortable, Vancouver,home, I saw that Kumakoji was asleep on the couch. That's no surprise. In fact I wouldn't have been surprised if that's all he's done while I was gone. I hung my keys near the door, and the clanking they sent off must have gotten his attention. The bear lifted his head and looked to me with a questioning expression.

"Who are you?" he asked.

I sighed a response, "its me, Canada, your owner." I was used to this now. We had been together since the beginning, even before Frances had found me, back in the mid 1500's. I gave a nervous chuckle remembering how Francis insisted on name me after himself. Francis Jr. Haha... I hated being called that. Thank god, England had changed it when he... took custody of me. I physically shook the thought from my head and looked to kumajira, who seemed expecting of something.

"What?" I questioned.

"Hungry," he said slouching over to my feet.

"Oh... Well, on the way home I picked up some seal!" I smiled, expectant of the reaction he would give me. He immediately jumped to his feet.

"Ooh! Hungry! Want!" he jumped with joy. I made my way to a small dish and emptied the contents of a plastic bag into his designated feeding area. As soon as he heard the smack of the meat against the porcelain of the bowl he was off, shoving as much as he could in his mouth at once. I gave a slight laugh. He was such a sloppy eater, but what was I to expect he was a polar bear for gods sake! But, if he was like other polar bears he would be tearing from the carcass of a dead seal right now, I'm sure that would be a much larger mess to clean.

I stepped towards the welcoming couch before collapsing in its embrace. The cushions snuggled around me, and I found the stress of the day begin to fade. I sighed. Today sure had been interesting, I'm not quite sure why Russia had gone and sat on me, though. Maybe he was just trying to creep me out.

At least someone noticed me for once.

I grunted and sank lower into the couch. It was true. He had noticed me, even if it was not in the best way possible. It kinda made me feel a little less invisible. But still! Why him? And, why in such a manor as siting on me?

I suddenly I felt kumajo slunk into my lap, looking very satisfied with his meal. "Tired," he yawned. I smiled warmly to him, stroking his fur as he fell asleep in my lap. If only my life were as simple as his. All he needs is food and sleep, and hes happy. The polar bear began snuggling up to me in his sleep, almost purring as I leaned to embrace him in a hug, light enough as to not interrupt his nap. I guess he also needs love.

Before I could think to protest I began to fall into my own slumber. Peacefully, I let the waves of exhaustion take me, and I fell into a deep sleep

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The whole thing about Francis Jr. was a reference to when Canada was first colonized by the French. It was originally called New France. :D

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