"I'll admit, flying a plane is more exciting." America claimed as he pulled up to their usual meeting place. "But we made it. Ready to pucker up to France?" He said teasingly.

"No." Canada replied quietly. He looked in the car mirror one last time. His curl was obvious, way too obvious. Someone would call him out on it right away, ask him why he was imitating his brother- then Canada remembered... he was Canada...No one would notice him. Wait...He was Canada! No one would notice him at all, and everyone would mistake him for America and ask why he was dressing so funny! Then he would have to kiss France! Ewww... That didn't mean he had to French kiss him, did it? Maybe that's how all French people kissed all the time! This was an awful idea. He could've done the dishes! America probably won't even do them anyway. This was a bad idea. A bad horrible awful idea. Maybe the worst idea ever.

"Ey! Canada to America! Is your head aboot to explode or something? Get out of the car already!" America was already pretending to be Canada, and Canada had to admit...America's Canadian accent wasn't all that bad.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Canada imitated his brother's impatient tone.

"Not too shabby." America said, switching back to himself for a brief second. "But I think I can do better, ey?" He was practically luminous with confidence. Canada's heart was beating at an alarming rate. He would have to talk! And... People would notice him! This wasn't worth not doing the dishes.

"You do realize that I don't talk that much, right?" Canada in the same quiet tone. America was getting cocky. "And I don't say 'ey' that much."

They reached the entrance to the building and America held the door open for his brother. Canada raised a confused eyebrow, and his brother gave a little polite nod. Ooh, I get it. Us Canadians, we're so polite. Haha. He rolled his eyes.

"Woah..." he said as he walked into the hall that led into the meeting room. "Dude! I don't remember this place having automatic doors.. Creepy..."

The two brothers weren't halfway down the hall leading to the meeting room when they heard an angry shout from behind.

"AMERICA!" England yelled at the top of his lungs.

Both the real America and the fake one whipped around. The real America looked at England expectantly, before he remembered that he was supposed to be Canada. He kept his mouth shut.

The fake America turned around because he was actually rather used to being mistaken for his brother. England made that mistake a lot.

The North Americans glanced at each other as England continued to huff towards them. This was it; who was England going to confront? Canada held his breath and tried not to show his fear.

"America!" England shouted again. His face was a bright red with anger which made his green eyes visible from a mile away. His bushy eyebrows twitched with agitation. He huffed right up to Canada and slapped him in the face.

"Owww!" Canada yelled. He quickly put on an American accent. "What was that for?"

"Yoooou flew one of your bloody airplanes over my house for hours a week ago while I was trying to sleep. And as if that wasn't enough, you dropped jillions of tiny rubber bands on my driveway! "

"I-I did? I mean, ha, yeah I did." Canada thrust out his chest and laughed at England in his best impression of his brother as he could. "I wanted to show off my new plane."

"You're a bloody git, Alfred." England's heavy accent only made him his sinister tone more threatening. He stormed off towards the meeting room, muttering to himself. "Yes, Pixie, I know he is. I know! I'll try that curse again..."

Canada turned to America, whose face was almost as red as England's had been from trying to hold in laughter. Once England had gone inside the meeting room, burst out into a very loud fit of laughter. After a few minutes, he took a deep breath, giggled quietly for a bit anyway, and attempted to calm down.

"Thanks for that." Canada muttered bitterly. That slap hurt. He gingerly touched his face and wondered if he would wake up tomorrow with a hand-shaped bruise.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry. I completely forgot about that, honest! ...But I knew there was another reason I was looking forward to today!" He struggled with another fit if laughter. "Dude, he didn't even notice me. This is great! This… This is a like a superpower! You're like a freaking ninja!" He broke out into another burst of giggles. "A Canadian ninja!"

"Sh-shut up!" Canada whined, giving his still snickering brother a shove. "I'm so screwed." He said under his breath. He composed himself, adjusted his glasses, fixed his jacket, and gave one last look at his brother before he entered the room. Good luck, America silently mouthed.

"Good morning!" A happy American accent rang throughout the meeting room as the doors dramatically burst open. America stood next to him, hands shyly behind his back in imitation.

Canada awkwardly scanned the room. The vast conference room was filled with an enormous U shaped table and countless amounts of chairs. The five other countries already seated all just stared at him.

"It's... evening, no?" Germany said stiffly. He sat with his back as straight as a pole, solid blue eyes serious and blonde hair slicked back.

"Da." Russia said, gesturing towards Germany. "Hello, America." He said with a friendly smile. Canada ignored his instincts and meekly smiled back. Russia was huge, always wore a scarf, and had a terrifying air to him.

"Humph." England also sat with his back straight. He had his nose in the air and, like the gentleman he was, greeted Canada despite what had happened in the hall five minutes ago. "It's five forty-five, to be exact. In the evening. Hello."

Japan passively stared at Canada and nodded in acknowledgment. "Greetings."

France didn't look impressed. He was playing with his hair, looking bored out of his mind. "Bonjour." He said with a sigh.

America stood there for a second, waiting for the other countries to say something to him. He stared down each of them, but they did nothing. He would've sighed, but because he was pretending to be Canada he simply took a seat in the corner and watched his brother with amusement flickering in his eyes. This was going to be a piece of cake.

Canada had screwed up already. He silently cursed himself. "Oh, really? I hadn't noticed. I was too busy...doing... heroic things to even bother looking at the time." He took America's usual seat at the head of the table and loudly sat down. You could see the entire room from here...Canada found the way everyone had instantly noticed him kind of unsettling.

"Being a hero, hmm?" France asked, only wanting to kill the silence.

"Yuuup." Canada replied happily. Inside he was a little miffed. He was highly influenced by France when he was growing up, even considered France to be like a big brother... and now France didn't even care about him.

"...like vuat kind ov hero work?" Germany asked. He was clearly up for some small talk too.

"Oh, ya know." Canada fluffed his hair like America had earlier. He tried his best to imitate America's cocky attitude. "Saving puppies. They were stuck in trees." Why did he just say that? The connection to his brain and his mouth was obviously failing due to pressure. He silently cursed himself again.

He felt England's glare on his skin like two green laser beams.

Canada looked at England clueless, wide-eyed stare in return. "Well, what was I supposed to do? Just leave them there?"

England sighed. He was not amused. "America, can you tell me how on Earth puppies got stuck in a-"

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" The door to the meeting room burst open as Italy came running through. "Germany, Germany! Heeelllp meeeee!" He made a mad dash towards where Germany was sitting and quickly hid behind him. Moments later a very angry looking Romano stormed into the meeting room.

"Vaut now?" Germany asked, looking at a blubbering Italy with an awkward combination of concern and annoyance.

Romano was about to open his mouth when Italy suddenly started blabbering.

"Romano said that pizza wasa better than pasta and I said 'No!' and he said 'Yes!' and I said 'No!' and he said 'Yes!' and I said 'No!' and then he said 'Yes!' and then Spain came up behind and said that he would kick our butts if we didn't shut up and and and I'M SCARED, DOISU! SAVE MEEE!"

"Italy, don't let this damn potato-jerk protect you! He's what's ruining your palate! Shitty potatoes are killing your taste buds! "Romano was waving his hands in the air erratically."Pizza is so much better!"

Italy popped up from behind Germany. He had a young naive face, brown eyes, and light mahogany-red hair, with one curl to his left. He stopped crying instantly. "Pasta is much better than pizza!"

Romano looked almost identical to his brother, but he had darker hair and a single curl to his right. "No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Ye-"

Spain walked through the door and glared at them both. The two shut up immediately. "ii Ay dios mío ! You two!"

Both Italians instantly cowered behind Germany. Italy began crying and Romano began slapping Germany. "Protect me, potato-jerk! Protect me, damn you, protect me!"

Germany glared at everyone one of the countries watching the commotion- everyone besides America, that is- and slammed his hands down on the table as he stood up, making a large SLAP!

"Vill you both SHUT DUP!" He yelled. "Spain." His blue eyes flashed with hostility. "These two are idiots." He hissed the last word through his teeth. "And who do you think has to deal vith them? ME!" Germany took a deep breath. "Ignore them." He said flatly.

Spain's eyes were wide. He nodded slowly, and quietly found a seat at the large conference table. Germany cleared his throat awkwardly, and his eyes didn't leave the papers in front of him.

"Aiyaaa~!" China ran into the room. "I heard yelling! Am I late already?" He had long dark hair in a ponytail and proudly wore red cloth. "I was just having a snack when I looked at the time, aru~. I didn't want to be late again."

"Nope, you're good, dude." Canada said leaning back in his chair. He tried to look calm and easygoing on the outside, like America usually did before meetings... But on the inside he was FREAKING OUT. So many countries were already here... and so many more were coming.

Soon after China seated himself next to Japan, the countries started trickling into the room at a steady pace. Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Austria and Hungary all came in together, followed by the Baltic States. Poland lazily strolled in, followed by Prussia. Russia's sisters ran straight to Russia to sit by him, much to Russia's delight (Ukraine) and terror (Belarus). More nations Canada didn't even recognize started to show. And with every nation that came in, Canada's heart beat faster and faster. He thought his heart was going to explode… and that didn't sound healthy.

"You sick or something?" France asked quietly as the other countries made idle chit-chat, waiting for the last few stragglers to come. "You're never this quiet, America. Plus, you look like you're going to barf."

"What?" Canada said as if he was confused. Had his nervousness really been that obvious? And why was it France that spoke to him? That didn't help. "What're you talking about? I've never been better." He flashed France his best 'American Smile', and France shrugged it off.

Canada swallowed nervously as he realized that that was most defiantly the biggest lie he had ever told.

A/N

Hey Thar! :D

*Who doesn't want to be a Canadian Ninja, honestly?

*This one is a bit longer. It looks like my average word count is 1500-2000 per chapter, so I'll try to keep that in mind.

*I'm still new to Fan Fiction, so sorry if anyone is having update issues. I put up a chapter, forget to put my Notes, so I take it down and publish it again. I hope that's not an issue for anyone!

* If I were you, the reader, I would say "That's great... but what about my dearest Alfred?". Don't worry, Alfred is the star of the next Chapter. ~Lessthanthree~

*I know! The meeting still hasn't started yet! But that's because everyone needed to get there. And poor Canada needs to gather his wits.

*As always, thank you to EVERYONE that reads this, even if you hated it! Be as brutal as you want with reviews, every piece of feedback will help me improve. You'll see the next chapter within the next week at most. Thank you!

Happy Reading!