Author's Note: This just popped out in my school notebook. Amazing things happen during class. :D
Disclaimer: Hetalia not mine. Pity.
Canada was not invisible to America, although you'd never be able to tell. America plays along with the rest of the world; the rest of the world that never notices his brother. And he wants it that way. So he doesn't draw attention to Canada by recognizing him in their presence. And Canada stays invisible.
America is the only one who always sees him. The only one who knows Canada inside out and backwards, every aspect of his personality. America has seen Canada bundle up tight before going out in the winter snow. He's seen his brother making pancakes and smothering them in maple syrup. He's seen him walk in his forests, enjoying the whispering of the trees. He's even seen Canada in his rare moments of anger, against injustice and hate.
Canada is special. And Canada is his. America never wants the other nations to see his brother because he never wants to share, and he knows that if the other countries ever paused to consider Canada, they would want him. So America guards his secret.
America is the only one who gets to hold Canada's hand. The only one who gets to stroke silky golden hair. The only one who gets to stare into lavender eyes. The only one who gets to kiss pale lips. The only one who gets to touch beautiful white skin. The only one who gets to wake up next to Canada and see that shy smile. The only one who gets to hear him say "I love you."
It's selfish. And sometimes America worries that his brother thinks it's unfair. That he may want to be noticed, want to be seen and recognized and appreciated for all that he is by other countries, by more than just America. Which is why America reacts the way he does when Canada talks to Cuba, to Russia.
No. His. Alone. Leave. Touch. Don't. Mine. Only.
But Canada understands. He knows all about America's fear, because it is his fear as well. Losing America. Losing America to one of those countries, the ones that never see Canada, but always see his brother. If Canada were in the same position as America, he would make the same choices. He would hide his brother from everyone, because he could not imagine a life without him.
Neither of them could. And neither of them would ever have to. They belonged to each other.