A strange incident occurred one day.
…Again.
Perhaps it was because America wasn't there, and nobody had much of an idea where to concentrate since he and his obnoxious declarations of being a hero and such weren't there to pummel. But nevertheless, something very strange happened that day.
Canada was noticed. And strangely enough, the other countries actually seemed to remember him, though they had shown no signs of it before today and their argument about who/what he was.
As he stepped into the room, they instantly looked at him expectantly. "Ah, it's Canada." England said with a slight nod, as though it were only to be expected.
"Oui, oui." France waved his hand lazily, seeming unsurprised by America's double. "Take a seat. The idiot's gone today, so we actually have a chance of making progress—though I fear that even a cold will be so irritated it will run away from him."
"Want a sweet?" China offered.
Canada was stunned.
Maybe stunned wasn't a good enough description…
He dropped his bear, who sleepily called out a complaint.
Just then, America walked in…
And he wasn't even noticed.
Somehow Canada became the center of attention.
It was all very, very weird.
A/N: I know, bad chapter again. In my defense, I can't do comedy. Why am I writing it? I wanted to…