Authors Note: Thanks to all those who reviewed and requested this chapter. Here's chappie 2 :P


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.


Of course a half blind person could probably run as fast as a walrus on skis, but Canada miraculously evaded blurry outlines of people and made it out the meeting room doors with only a small stubbed toe. The toe had collided with the back a very displeased sounding Italian's foot, effectively knocking over the poor man; Canada had assumed it was South Italy.

After Canada was safely out in the hallway he stopped to catch his breath for a few moments before heading back to his hotel. With an hour for lunch he figured now would be a good time to go get his spare glasses. He always kept a few spares with him when going somewhere America might happen to be or show up… Basically everywhere.

"HEY THERE MATTIE!" Canada jumped out of his skin as a hand slapped his back. Speak of the devil…

"You look different today Matt. Hey, wanna go see if there's a burger joint in this town or somethin'? I'm hungry and nothing's better for lunch than a burger. Am I right or am I right? You look different." America said in his usual "I'm the Hero so follow me!" tone.

"Sorry Al, I have to go get my spare glasses from my hotel room." Canada said with a weak smile.

"Oh! That's what's different, you should get contacts Matt, you'd look better and they wouldn't break all the time. Hey how 'bout we got an' get a burger after you get your glasses? I'm sure they have a place that serves burgers someplace here, because…" Canada tuned America out about halfway to his room. They got his glasses and stopped by America's room for his wallet because, big shocker, he'd forgotten it when he'd rushed out of his room so he wouldn't be late. It wasn't until they found a decent place to eat, with no burgers much to America's complaint, did Canada finally tune back in to what America was saying.

"Hey I saw you talking to Prussia in the meeting." America said peeking over his menu. Canada swallowed his drink with an audible gulp. It's not that America didn't like Prussia; he just didn't like his reputation.

"Yeah, what about it?" Canada said, his mouth going slightly dry.

"Nothing, nothing," America paused for a few seconds so Canada assumed it was safe for him to take another sip of his beverage. "Did he try anything?" A beverage that America's menu was sporting now.

"W-what?" Canada gaped.

"Hey what the hell man!" America said, annoyed with the fact that his menu consisted of Canada's drink and spit now. "Jeez, at least you didn't get any on my jacket, this thing is fine leather and costs…" Once again Canada tuned out since he knew that America would rant about how great his jacket was and the subject of what happened with Prussia would die before it began.

Well he was half right.

"So anyway, you never answered my question." America said after his long tirade about his jacket, much of which was through bites of food.

"What question?" Canada asked, trying to play dumb.

"Did Prussia try anything on you when you talked to him at the meeting?" America asked in return.

"N-no, why?" Canada said in a slightly quavering tone.

"Well, Prussia's an alright guy, he makes the meetings fun whenever he's there. Like, remember that one time the meeting was in Seychelles and he brought in a bunch of crabs and put them on people when they weren't looking?" America chuckled loudly.

"Oh I remember, after all, poor Austria and Germany still have scars from where the birds got them." Canada said.

"Yeah, and not to mention where some of the crabs got them." America laughed. "Anyway, you have heard what he calls himself haven't you?" America's attitude was a little more serious this time. Yes, Canada had heard about Prussia's infamous nickname, but he didn't think it was all that true. If it was true for anyone it was true for France.

"Yeah, but I still don't see your point." Canada said, suddenly interested in his napkin.

"My point is: just be careful," America leaned over the table and cupped a hand to his mouth. "Unless you want your vital regions invaded." He whispered.

Canada turned his head down to his lap, hoping to hide the blush he knew was spattered across his face. He looked at his watch; 12:48. He leapt up from the table after realizing how far the restaurant was from the meeting. America and him paid their check quickly and all but ran back to the building. When they reached the front entrance America, being an ass, decided they were racing and that he had to come in first place.

America pulled out a banana peel, from god knows where, and threw it under Canada's left foot before he had time to react. Canada's back hit the ground in a fashion that would've been comical if it didn't hurt so damn much.

"I'm gonna beat you Mattie!" America said before disappearing through the front door.

Canada rose to his feet slowly, his back aching from the fall. Damn Alfred-freaking-Jones… Canada thought. He trudged forward, not caring if he was late anymore. He reached forwards and pulled, the door stuck. He pulled again, and again, until he couldn't take it anymore and he shoved the door with more force than necessary. To his surprise, it swung open before colliding with something on the other side. Canada put a hand up to his mouth in shock and opened the door and peeked in.

Oh maple…

Oh maple was right. There on the floor in front of him, probably seeing little birdies was The Awesome, Invader of All Vital Regions, bird loving, O Canada humming, Prussia.


Authors note: Another cliffhanger oh noes! Well tell me what you think; good or bad, awkward or awesome? Please review!