Chapter One - Canada

"So that's why we need to create a hero to fix this. And who else would be a better hero than me?" America flashed the group a large, very hero-like smile and a thumbs-up as he concluded his speech. Of course, no one else at the meeting was listening. Not as though this came as any surprise; it would be a miracle if they could get so much as two nations to calmly discuss world issues without some sort of fight breaking out between them. Today seemed going just like any other world conference. Prussia was successfully managing to annoy Austria, while Hungary was clearly having great difficulty in trying to restrain herself from smacking the white-haired Germanic nation upside the head; Russia was terrifying the three Baltic nations as Belarus watched with obvious envy; England and France had broken into a fistfight...

I sighed to myself, eyes focused intently upon the clock. Nope, today was just like any other day. Maybe if anyone actually noticed my presence, then world meetings wouldn't be half so bad. But seeing as how my turn to speak had been skipped over entirely, and no one seemed to hear whenever I did try to offer my opinion, I could already tell I wouldn't be any luckier this time than before.

Time seemed to drag on forever; and even still, no one noticed my. Finally, I snapped. What's the point? Why should I be forced to stay here if he got no say in anything? I heatedly shoved back my chair, stood up abruptly, and walked out the door without a word.

"America, where're you going?" Someone - I didn't look back to see who - had called out, which seemed to make the situation worse. Oh yeah, mot only was I invisible most of the time, but the few times anyone did see me they mistook me for my idiot brother.

I stormed out of the building, down the street in the first direction that flickered across my mind. This conference had been held in America's place, and I really had no idea where I was going, nor what I'd do once I got there. Already, feelings of guilt were beginning to creep up in my subconscious... Should I go back and apologize? Would anyone even notice?

Shaking my head, I continued walking. Whatever. It probably didn't matter. Nothing would change if I were to go back.

As I trudged down the sidewalk, cars speeding by, I happened to glance up. Come to think about it, America's place was pretty similar to mine, with maybe the exception of having slightly warmer temperatures. A nice little park was just down the street, possibly the only peaceful place in America's loud and bustling home. A small, friendly-looking group of people, ranging from the ages of elementary kids all the way up to the elderly, and all with matching t-shirts, seemed to be having a cookout of sorts. They looked like fairly typical people in most aspects; however, what struck out to me the most was the way they all seemed to be... happy. All of them, cracking jokes and laughing and having just a wonderful time. As I stood and stared, one waved at me with a large, friendly smile, and I found myself waving back.

Now that I think about it, there might just be hope for America after all, with these kinda of people living here. Friendly, encouraging... People who weren't totally oblivious to my existence. I squinted harder from behind my glasses, and the large words written across their t-shirts gradually became clearer.

They read, "The Sharing".

Author's Note-

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