A/N: Thank you AmmieTheAnimeAngel for your threats/inspiration and thank you Kitsunefighter12 and Unpure Honesty and other epic people for reviewing! ^^ AND this was meant to be uploaded sooner…damn you school!

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Chapter 2: First Appearance

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Canada has never really been noticed, and that was true on more than just a few levels. Thanks to his brother's extreme success (and loud voice) he's always been in America's shadow. He's also been such a quiet person, even when little, which made him that ghostly-figure in the corner. Why was he described as "ghostly," you ask? Well, duh! The country may be the second largest in the world, but he's almost invisible. You can see right through him! Literally! But Canada didn't mind….he knew that one day someone would notice him.

Some day…they'll see me.

Oh how horribly right he was…..The blonde's wide and innocent baby blue eyes were scanning the area as he continued to stroll down the building halls. He was in the building where nearly every World Meeting had taken place so far. Eventually Canada made it to the large room where the meeting would take place. He sighed and put down his pet bear, Mr.….Kumachiki? Kumajiji? Kumajiarou? Yeah….Kumajiarou, right? The nearly-invisible nation hesitated as he lifted his right arm upward to open the large wooden door. Why bother? They aren't even gonna notice me. I'm gonna walk in there, sit down, and they'll ask the same questions they always do.

Who are you?

Where did you come from?

Are you America?

Related to America?

America…America…AMERICA!

"I'm not America! I'm Canada!" He suddenly shouted with tears forming at the rims of his eyes. He felt like running. He felt like just screwing it and leaving the meeting hall. And well, he tried to do that….

"C-C'mon, Mr. Kumachikiki, let's go. ?" He asked, waiting for the bear's usual reply of, "Who are you?" But, it never came. Instead as the frail little blonde Canadian turned around expecting for his pet bear to be sitting there at his feet, he saw just a little puddle of crimson liquid exactly where his pet once was.

" ?! W-Where are you?!" He shakily screamed out (well not really screamed…his screaming was normal talking level) while his eyes darted around franticly. Suddenly a chill managed to creep up his spine as a chuckle could be heard in the background. Canada blinked once. Twice. Then turned to meet the source of the noise.

It was a man.

Canadian obviously. He had small maple leaf on his jacket.

He had blonde hair. Just like Canada.

His hair was wavy. Just like Canada's hair.

He had a large curl sticking out from the top of his head. Just like Canada.

He a red jacket, dark leather pants, boots, and carried a blood-stained hockey stick.

He had glasses and red eyes that practically stared right into Canada's soul.

That man. He looked like America. He looked like Canada. He was Canada.

"Hello, Canada. It's been quite a long time since the last time we saw each other." The Canada-Look-Alike purred with venom dripping from each word. Who was he? Why did he look so much like Canada? Why did it look so much like he hated Canada? Why was he here? And more importantly, how did he even know Canada?

"Who are you?"

"You."

"What?!"

"I'm you. But my friends don't call me Canada. They call me Mathew. Mathew Williams at your service."

Mathew Williams?! Why does that sound so…oh.

Canada automatically pulled out the note he had discovered earlier. Yup. Right there. Loud and clear. At the bottom of the page were three signatures. One of them, obviously, read "Mathew Williams."

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A/N: Dear GOD! I am sorry I am such a horrible procrastinator! I promise the next one will come sooner and will be longer than this piece of crap. Anyway *sits down and takes out popcorn bowl* I am allowing the reviews…to come forth. X3/shot