Author's note: Plot Bunnies are a-bouncin' in my head~ I'm a fairly new author so expect this to be a little funky, and the characters may be a little OOC. If they are let me know I'll work on it.

An average World Meeting? Hardly, considering a certain Prussian presence.

Canada walked down the hall towards the meeting room. He'd woken up early, had a good breakfast, and even remembered his bear's name (who would have thought it would be on his food dish?) and wrote it on a piece of paper to refer to later. Things were going to be good today, he could feel it.

Or not…

Canada stepped into the meeting room only to be barreled into by some unknown force. He landed on his ass with an 'oof!' and he suddenly became aware that his glasses were gone. Maple! He thought as he felt around the floor for them. Crack. His heart sank as he heard the crushing of glass under someone's foot.

"Hey America-san, were you looking for these?" Canada stood and turned to where the voice was coming from. Judging from the accent it was Japan.

"I'm Canada." He said softly reaching out towards a blur that looked like it was his glasses.

"Oh! Yes, of course, I'm very sorry." Japan said and a little bit of red tinged his blurred face so Canada assumed he was blushing.

"That's ok, we do look a lot alike." Canada replied in his soft tone. "So how's-"

"NEVER FEAR! THE HERO IS HERE!" Said a loud obnoxious voice with a witty one-liner that could only belong to, naturally, America.

"For the last time, America, you are not, and will not, ever be a hero." England said in a rather indignant tone.

"Why don't you tell that to all the third world countries I've been helping?" And so the bickering began.

Canada finally found his seat after nearly ten minutes of looking and explaining to the few people that saw him that: no, he was not America and yes, Canada is a real country. After awhile the noisy chatter must've struck a bad nerve with Germany because he decided to start off the meeting with possibly one of the most boring topics ever invented. Taxes.

Canada could feel his eyes closing after enduring 20 minutes of Germany's lecture. What's the use of keeping them open anyway, eh? He thought as they finally slipped shut. He could hear Germany's deep punctuating voice droning in the background, Italy's soft "Ve~" at whatever his "doitsu" said, and his brother folding a paper airplane. Probably to throw at England who would point the finger at America who would blame it on France and World Meeting War 23 would break out.

A sudden slam woke Canada from his reverie and his head snapped up. He craned his neck to find the source of the noise.

"Sorry you all had to wait, but don't you worry, the Awesome Me has arrived!" There was only one man that was almost as obnoxious as Canada's brother. Prussia, or what Canada assumed to be Prussia since his glasses were out of commission, moved toward his end of the table.

"Ahem, what are you doing here? I don't recall ex-nations being invited." Austria said in a seething tone. Austria probably hadn't gotten over the last incident that happened when Prussia came to a meeting. Let's just say it involved a lot of chocolate syrup and Austria's ex-wife.

Canada jumped as he felt the new arrival take the empty seat beside him.

"And I could've sworn the mole on your face had gotten smaller but I guess we're both equally wrong." Prussia chuckled after Austria stood from his seat, about to verbally abuse the Prussian, when Germany spoke up.

"It is not against the rules for an ex-nation to come to a meeting," Germany said, Prussia stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at Austria. "But," Germany's tone turned threatening. "If you are going to show up late and then interrupt as you just did I will remove your person from the room myself next time."

"Love you too Luddy." Prussia said in an overly sarcastic tone. He lifted his heavy boots up onto the table. The meeting resumed, and Canada had to try his best to pay attention.

It was much harder this time, however, due to a certain Prussian presence. Canada would never admit it, but he actually rather liked the man's company. He was obnoxious sure, but not in any way like his brother could be. It was almost refreshing, being around the Prussian man. He had a way of making a joke out of anything that was said to him and making it actually sound funny.

Prussia, currently examining his hand, began to hum a soft melody. The song sounded oddly familiar to Canada so he stopped paying attention to the meeting at all and listened harder. Suddenly the tune seemed to sync with lyrics I his head. Maple…It was the Canadian national anthem. Canada turned beet red and glanced over his shoulder at Prussia, not that it did any good since he could only see a faint outline of the man. Canada looked down at the desk and began to fidget.

All the while, Prussia sat contentedly humming Canada's anthem to himself. Canada wanted to speak to him. Ask him how he knew his anthem; why he was humming it, but he couldn't think of how he could even start to talk to him. Finally, after Prussia began the second verse for what seemed like the tenth time since he started, Canada spoke.

"H-hey, Prussia?" He said, his voice was quieter than normal so he couldn't have been sure Prussia had heard him.

"Yeah Birdie?" Suddenly Prussia was really, really, really, close to him. Canada felt a small tingle run down his spine.

"U-uh… Um," Everything, including Canada's train of thought, vanished with his courage. "C-c-c-can you see the t-time?"

"Yeah, its 11:45. What did you forget your glasses or something Birdie?" Prussia replied, he leaned further away from Canada. Glad to have his little bubble of personal space back to himself Canada swallowed down most of his nerves.

"Thanks, and actually someone broke them earlier." Canada said pulling out the shattered spectacles.

"How unawesome." Prussia said simply.

"No kidding." Canada chuckled at his misfortune. "Hey," He said as a thought came to his mind. "Why did you call me 'Birdie'?"

From the sound of clothing shifting, he'd have to say that Prussia had shrugged. But that was just a guess.

"You remind me of a bird I guess." He suddenly felt an arm sling across his shoulders and the faint smell of beer and cologne reached his nose. "I like birds."

Canada's face felt like it was going to melt off it was so hot. He was relieved when the clock struck noon and he made his was out of the room as quickly as a half-blind person could.

Author's Note: Dun dun dunnnn~! Slight cliffhanger. This story may only be a oneshot. Reviews will let me know if I should write another chapter. Please Rate and Review! Give me honest opinions please!