At the World Meeting

"Okay dudes! Now that everyone is here the World Conference can convene! We will proceed with the topic of stopping world hunger through hamburgers!" America said loudly in the conference room where all but one countries in the world were gathered. They were all seated around a giant round table. No one noticed the missing nation, as expected. All of the countries rolled their eyes at America's arrogance. Hamburgers would just give the starving people in the world another health related problem.

"Um, I don't believe that hamburgers would be able to stop world hunger." Liechtenstein said quietly from the other end of the conference table, her delicate eyebrows scrunched together. Switzerland who was positioned next to her nodded. "I agree." He said and shot a you-better-agree-with-what-my-sister-says-or-else-I-will-kill-you look.

Everyone shifted uncomfortably in silence, and England said, "Er, of course. Hamburgers would only give people more health problems and such."

America frowned and straightened up indignantly. "Hey! Hamburgers are delicious and nutritious!"

"Where did you decide that, you wanker!" England snapped annoyed at America's stupidity. "Hamburgers will probably only kill more people with their grease!"

France called out from his seat five nations down from England's, "You have no right to talk Angleterre, your scones could kill a helpless starving person upon contact."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY FROG?" England yelled and leapt for France's throat. Everyone in the conference room started arguing with each other as well, and pretty soon the conference room was as loud as twelve marching bands. From the far end of the conference table, a man with slicked back blonde hair and icy blue eyes was growing very, very irritated, a dam of anger building up as he listened to the other nations squabble.

"Hey Dae-Hyun! How many North Koreans does it take to screw in a light bulb?" Korea asked standing behind his twin brother, North Korea's chair. North Korea's dark brown eyes glittered with displeasure. He sighed and ran a hand through his single braided, long black hair.

"You asked me this question so many times, I would of figured that you'd be smart enough to figure it out on your own. Oops! Dear me, I am sorry, Korea. I mistook you for someone who actually had a brain!" Dae-Hyun said and Korea frowned.

"Not cool, da-ze! You have no right to talk about someone with a brain, your people still use outdated methods of farming!"

"Oh, you did not just go there." Dae-Hyun growled and stood up coming face to face with his brother.

"But I just did." Korea responded and lightning sparked between the two's faces. Across from the table, a sturdily built man with platinum hair and violent was being tormented by a girl with palomino colored hair and sapphire blue eyes.

"Big brother, why don't you want to marry me?" Belarus hissed in her brothers ear. Russia flinched, fear playing in his eyes. "Eh, well, you see Belarus, we're siblings so it would be a bit odd if we were to get married-" He jumped when Belarus's eyes flashed in anger.

"Who cares what others may think? The power of lover will prevail!" She snarled and gripped a whimpering Russia's wrist, almost breaking his bones. Ukraine, her older sister, was trying to calm her sister down.

"P-please calm down Bela!" Ukraine cried and Belarus growled something and Ukraine began sobbing.

The noise made he anger dam brake and Germany, the blonde stood up slamming his hands on the table his blue eyes flashing in anger. "YOU DUMKOMPFS, THIS IS A WORLD MEETING NOT A SCHOOLYARD, SO STOP YELLING AT EACH OTHER LIKE A BUNCH OF FIVE-YEAR OLDS AND BE QUIEEEET!" He yelled and the conference room fell silent.

Germany's face relaxed one degree and he continued on, "We will have ten minutes at a time for speeches and please refrain yourselves from provoking each other," Germany shot a warning glare at the Korea brothers, who both tried to look like they had no idea of what the European nation was talking about.

"And do not present an idea unless it is serious and practical." Germany finished, shooting a glance at America. America frowned.

"Not cool, German dude! My idea wasn't stupid and at least Canada agreed with me, right Canada?" America asked, and everyone glanced at each other confused. When America didn't receive a response he looked around the room. Something was missing…

"Canada?"

"Canada?" Kumajirou asked his owner. Canada was setting up a tent on a snowy hill under a giant coniferous tree of some sort. Down the hill, the snow covered ground dipped into the earth and formed a crystal blue lake. Canada glanced up with a smile.

"Yes Kumajuichi?" Canada said, training his indigo eyes on his polar bear companion. Kumajirou blinked his beady black eyes at the blonde haired nation.

"My name is Kumajirou." The polar bear corrected him. Canada blinked apologetically.

"Sorry Kumajirou." He said. "Now what did you need?" Kumajirou looked down and flicked some snow from between his claws.

"I just wanted to ask… What will happen to your country while your gone?" Kumajirou questioned, keeping his eyes to the ground. Canada blinked and thought for a moment, before answering, "It won't matter whether I'm there or not. I recently got a secretary and she can do two times as much work as I could have. As for my boss… even he barely remembered me, so everything will be fine." Canada shook his head softly and smiled sadly at Kumajirou, sitting down under the shade of the oak tree.

"Can we not talk about this anymore, Kuma? I know I have you but… when I talk about home, I keep remembering how everyone kept on forgetting about me. I don't want to have to remember them or anything else anymore. I just want to pretend, even if it's a lie, that you and I are the only people in the world. I want to become my own self, instead of something not even there." Canada murmured, hugging his knees against his small chest.

Kumajirou padded over and snuggled against Canada and silently, the two of them watched the sun descend behind the mountains and leave behind a trail of darkness.

From the stress of the day, Canada abandoned the idea of building a tent and fell into a dreamless sleep while he used Kumajirou's back as a pillow. The polar bear didn't mind, however.

Kumajirou lived with Canada for hundreds of years. He was given to the northern nation as a present from France, Canada's father figure. Kumajirou was immortal due to being Canada's chosen companion, and he would live forever, or at least until Canada himself faded completely from existence. Or at least more than he already has.

However, Kumajirou knew that Canada didn't want to forget everything or anyone. He knew that Canada was just swallowed by depression from living an attention starved life. Canada just wanted acknowledgement and be noticed by someone for once. Kumajirou knew that Canada was beginning to foolishly fear that if everyone completely forgot about him, he would disappear and no one would care, so he ran away with Kumajirou into the wild. Deep down though, Canada wanted to remember, but he didn't want to admit it to himself. The sad nation was in an internal war of contradiction and pain. But Kumajirou quietly wished for him to hold on and continue living, for he hoped that one day someone would love him and know who he was.

Silently, trying not to disturb his master, Kumajirou stretched one of his paws and overlapped it with Canada's hand. Softly, Kumajirou murmured into Canada's ear. "Don't worry Canada. I'll remember. Even if you currently don't want to, I'll remember. That way, when that day comes, when your not afraid anymore, I'll do my best to help you remember. Then you'll be happy." Kumajirou gazed at Canada and began singing a barely audible song.

In the chilly winds of the north,

Gentler than my cry,

I hear a polar bear sing,

A tearful lullaby

'Don't forget my friend,

Please try and remember.

Even if my pleads are not met, I shall stay with you until the end.

I shall stand by your side

and fight off all your nightmares

Though my efforts were appreciated,

They kept pursuing until you cried.

Everything seems painful,

I know that with grief,

But when the day comes and you are seen,

You will feel disbelief.

You ask me how I can be certain of this,

But I just know

It's okay to feel sadness right now,

Let your tears flow,

People will soon smile at you,

Warmth on their lips,

They will flock around you,

So drink their affection in small sips,

You will never have to feel the cold of December,

Because even if your forget, I will be there to help you remember.'

~Kumajirou


HOLY CRAP. I forgot about this story. O.O

Heh. Oh well, I added another chapter, so no harm done, right? *nuked*

Well anyway, that was one long poem! It's basically a summary of what Kumajirou was talking about in the paragraphs above. So yeah… ARRIVEDERCIE!