I blame Rashka's younger sister for this story. Read the journal entry on our DeviantArt account for the full explanation. Anyways, I had to write this fanfiction. I hope it doesn't suck.

Disclaimer: Playing pocky with Meiko is so, so disturbing. Trust me on this. I LOVE HUNGARY! (Jk)

"Do you think they'll notice me if I speak loudly?" I asked Mr. Kumajirou. The bear looked at me in confusion.

"Who are you?"

The question that has followed me for forever, who am I? I'm not sure if it was just that I had an easily forgettable name, or face, or whatever, but no one ever seemed to remember me. Aside from France, that is. And sometimes America remembers me. Sometimes. I'm used to not being remembered by now.

But even though, it bugged me that my own bear consistently forgot my name and who I was, and I sighed before answering him.

"I'm Canada, your owner." I reminded him for the thousandth time. Before Mr. Kumajirou could respond in some way, I entered the meeting room and accidentally collided with someone. Since I'm practically invisible, people are always walking into me, and it doesn't bother me much. I prepared to stand up, an apology that would be ignored about to be said, when something unexpected happened.

"Oh, I'm sorry, let me help you up." Hungary offered her hand out to me. She was the one that had bumped into me, it seemed, because she was on the ground as well. I took her hand and as she stood up, she pulled me up with her.

"Do I know you? Are you America?" Hungary asked. I shook my head. Of course she thought I was America. At least she saw me.

"I'm Canada, actually…" I informed her.

"I apologize for running into you, and confusing you with America. I bet everyone confuses you with America. That must be awful." Hungary sympathized. I shrugged and nodded in a, "Yeah, I'm used to it," way. She smiled at me, "Well, it looks like the meeting will start soon, I'll talk to you after the meeting?"

"Okay." I nodded and we went to our seats.

The meeting was uneventful.

Well, it was to someone who had been to these meetings before. America and Britain got into an argument, the other countries began arguing with each other, Germany yelled at everyone to shut up, and we finally got a chance to accomplish things. I, of course, was ignored most of the meeting.

I stood up to leave, making my way towards the door slowly, being careful to avoid getting in the other countries' way. I was suddenly nearly plowed over by Italy, who was running after Germany, screaming, "GERMANYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" I stood off to the side to catch my breath again.

"Canada!" I heard a familiar voice call. I turned and saw Hungary. I waved and smiled. She still remembered me?

"Hi, how are you?" I asked Hungary.

"I'm good, thank you. Yourself?" Hungary asked. We began walking towards the door. We were the last ones to leave the room.

"Good." I told her. Hungary smiled and turned to me.

"You seem to be rather quiet, Canada. You should speak up more." She suggested to me, not unkindly.

"Sometimes I try to… but they never hear me." I explained.

"You talk so quietly, that's why! You have to talk loudly, like this!" Hungary told me, speaking very loudly, "You try!"

"I can't really talk loud…" I told her quietly.

"Hm. Well, we'll work on it. Would you like to come get coffee with me?" Hungary offered.

"Um, yeah, that sounds nice." I responded, nodding.

"Cool." Hungary started walking off but then turned back to me as I tried to catch up with her, "You know, even though you look like America, you're much nicer than him."

That's when I decided I liked Hungary.

Five More Words Just FiveYAY600words! I just realized that with these top and bottom notes it won't be just 600 words anymore like it was on Word. Dx noooo! Whatever. Review!