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O Canada!

It was time once again for the meeting of the Allied Forces and as usual, Canada was being ignored. Now usually that wouldn't matter, much, but his horoscope said that today was going to be his day. It just wasn't fair that the other countries got to talk and share ideas while he and Kumajiku were forced to sit off in a corner all by themselves.

Hugging Kumakiro to his chest, Canada began to mutter to himself as he half listened to what was being said a few feet away. "How come they never let me participate?" He asked Kujikurou, the only one who ever seemed to acknowledge his presence. "I'm a country just like them. So maybe I'm not all big and powerful, big deal. I've got plenty of redeeming qualities…that I'll tell you all about once I've figured them out."

Time dragged by slowly and then England said something that made America go off on a long winded speech about honor and courage, which had Canada covering a yawn behind his hand before the man was even halfway done. At this rate they wouldn't get anything accomplished this time either, which was pretty standard for these little meetings of theirs.

A few minutes later France asked for lunch orders and Canada looked up from counting the spots on the floor, waving his hand around excitedly. "I'll have a ham and cheese sandwich!" He called out, but he was bypassed like always.

While France left the room with the list, Russia began talking about…well, something. Honestly, Canada didn't really care; he was too annoyed at having to skip lunch, again, because his order had been ignored. Deciding he'd had enough, everyone had a breaking point and he'd finally reached his, Canada jumped up out of his chair and whistled loudly, only to be disappointed when not a single head turned his way.

"Alright, that's it." He growled in anger. Setting Kumaroji down on his chair, he made his way to the large conference table in the middle of the room, the one he was never able to sit at since it was always full, and pulled himself up onto it.

Standing there on top of the strewn about pieces of paper, Canada looked around and waited for someone to say something. However, there was not a single reaction anywhere. No one seemed to notice he was putting footprints all over their documents.

Narrowing his eyes, he glared at America. He was positive that this had to be his fault somehow because, let's face it, everything was his fault. "Listen here you." Canada said, jabbing a finger in his face. "I'm a country just like you. I have my own flag, my own government; I even have my own national anthem! I demand some recognition here!"

When America continued to converse with England, Canada decided to take extreme measures. He began to sing his anthem. "O Canada! Our home and native land!" Taking a deep breath, he threw out his arms. "True patriot love in all thy sons command. With glowing hearts we see thee rise, The True North strong and free! From far and wide, O Canada, we stand on guard for thee."

There was still nothing from anyone at the table, but Canada was certain he'd have their full attention by the time he finished so he kept going. "God keep our land glorious and free! O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. O Canada, we stand on guard for theeeeeeee!" Drawing out the last word for as long as he could, Canada was eventually forced to stop so he could bring in some much needed air.

There was complete silence, and Canada mentally gave himself a pat on the back for his accomplishment. Finally they would acknowledge him and then he'd be a real part of the Allied Forces, not just some guy sitting off to the side while everyone else played war.

"Okay, thinking time's over. Who wants to give their idea first? After me that is." America asked, and just like that Canada's hopes were crushed.

As the others began giving out their thoughts and ideas on whatever it was they were talking about, Canada dropped his head and climbed down from the table with a forlorn look on his face. "Kamuro, let's go home." He said dejectedly as he grabbed the bear off the chair and slowly made his way out of the room.

Shortly after Canada's departure, America stopped midsentence and rubbed his ear with a wince of pain. "How odd, my ears just started aching all of a sudden. It kind of feels like I've been forced to listen to nails on a chalkboard for hours on end. I wonder why." He said to no one in particular. Shaking his head, he continued. "Oh well, back to business."