"America!" England fumed. "You were late to the meeting again today! And buying hamburgers is not a valid excuse!"
"Um," the nation being chastised grimaced, "I'm Canada."
"Oh," England got on his tip toes to inspect the blonde nation. "I suppose you really aren't America. Sorry about that, chap."
"It's not a big deal," Canada whispered. Truthfully he was surprised that England had seen him at all.
England felt throughly embarrassed. "Let me make it up to you somehow, ah-"
"Canada."
"Right, Canada," England continued. "How 'bout a wish, then?"
Canada tilted his head in confusion. "A wish?" Usually people just bought lunch for someone they owed a favor to, what was this about a wish?
England grinned. "I'm very skilled with magic, you see-"
"Hopefully better at it than cooking," Canada cringed.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing," Canada whispered.
England carried on, "So I could grant a wish for you. Anything you wouldn't be able to get by other means. Within the law, of course."
"Thank you, but there really isn't anything like that that I want," Canada explained.
"Oh, come now," England tut-tutted, putting one arm around Canada in a gentlemanly way. "Is there anyone you want to get closer to... romantically?"
Canada's thoughts immediately turned to America. "No," he said flatly.
England looked disappointed. Love charms were his favorite. "Alright," he sighed. "What do you want?"
Seeing England wouldn't give up, Canada pondered a bit more. What did he want? It would be nice if people would notice him. And not confuse him for that asshole of the world America when they did. Suddenly he knew exactly what he wanted. He explained his wish to England.
"Hmm, I suppose I could arrange that," England agreed. "Could I get your address to mail the charm to you when it's done, ah-?"
"Canada."
"Right-o. Canada."
Canada wrote down the address of his nation's capital and his name, which England was very grateful to have. He also scribbled down the details of the request just in case his name wasn't the only thing the Englishman wouldn't remember.
The two men said their farewells and went back to their respective hotel rooms. Well, England might have been dragged into a certain Frenchman's room on the way, but they eventually ended up in their own rooms.
Canada shut the door softly behind him. His polar bear, Kumajirou, glanced briefly away from the documentary he was watching on Discovery channel.
"Guess what, Kumajino!" Canada whispered with a faint hint of excitement. "I'm going to get noticed soon!"
"Who're you?" Kumajirou asked, turning back to his program.
"I'm Canada," Canada said dejectedly.